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Fen leaned up to whisper in Ripley’s ear. “Do you want to fuck me without a condom?”
When he heard the hitch in Ripley’s breathing, Fen worried he’d said the wrong thing.
“Only if you want to. Obviously, you don’t have to.”Stop running off at the mouth!“You might want me to take a test and I will if you like but I’ve not had sex with anyone for a very long time and never without protection. You might not want to anyway and that’s perfectly fine, I thought—”
“Fen!”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to count to ten and then I’m coming after you and wherever you are, it’s happening. Right?”
“Outside on the Adirondack chair? On the front step? On the work surface? On the table? The couch? Your exercise bike?”
“Yes. Any of those. One, two…”
Fen fled. Not running but moving as fast as he could.
He was lying naked on his back in Ripley’s bed when Ripley came in.
“Three,” Ripley said and Fen giggled.
Ripley grabbed the lube, tossed his towel aside and climbed on top of him. “I’ve never done it before without protection either.”
It was on the tip of Fen’s tongue to ask about Alejandro, but he managed not to.
“Lots of lube, okay?” Fen whispered, then sang, “Go gentle through my life. If you want me I’ll be there—”
Ripley leaned over to kiss him. “Shush, Robbie. And you got the words wrong.”
“One word,” Fen blurted. “I’ve changed my mind. Not gentle. Hard. I won’t break. Fuck me hard. I should have just said those three words, shouldn’t I? Sorry. Babbling.”
Nerves were making him say more than he needed to, but Ripley was looking at Fen as if he was the best thing ever, and Fen trusted him. He might never have this again, wouldn’t have it for long and he wanted to know what it felt like. He pulled his legs up and waited.
Ripley worked him with his fingers until Fen was writhing beneath him, lube dripping off his balls and down his thighs. Then fingers were gone and Ripley was sliding the fat head of his cock over his hole and up and down his taint.
“You almost found the way in,” Fen said. “it’s like threading a needle. Keep trying.”
“If you don’t shut up…”
“You dangled the idea of a gag.”
Ripley groaned. “Not this time.”
He pressed his cock against the entrance to Fen’s body, Fen held his breath and pushed back. He cried out as Ripley’s shaft popped through the tight ring of muscle and powered inside him. A little discomfort quickly morphed to pleasure, sharp to sweet.
Ripley was panting as he stared into Fen’s eyes. He kept pushing until their sticky bodies were plastered together then landed a kiss on Fen’s lips.
“Might you manage a few seconds before you explode?” Fen whispered.
“Possibly.”
“Because it feels good.”
“Only good?”
“Perfect.”
Ripley changed the angle of his hips, bucked hard then settled into a rhythmic thrusting that shoved Fen up the bed, and Fen’s cock stiffened. The sound of flesh smacking, their gasps and cries and grunts of pleasure all wound Fen tighter. Arms entwined, hands flailing, grabbing, squeezing, they fucked in sync, then fell out of sync but never stopped moving. On and on, harder and harder, faster and faster until, overwhelmed by sensation, Fen stopped trying to think, or move, just let himself feel.
