The doorbell breaks the mood for a moment, and Ben gets up to retrieve the pizza. Shoving money at the delivery guy, Ben slams the door shut and watches the pizza box jiggling in his shaking hands. Alec, unflappable as always, takes the pizza from him and is sitting on the floor digging in. Ben grabs a slice and begins eating, appreciating the distraction of food to lighten the tension of the evening. Pizza, being what it is, promptly begins dripping everywhere, and Alec leans over and licks sauce from Ben’s chin. “Have mercy, boy!” Ben chokes out, “I swear I need to eat first!” Alec just laughs and looks evil, returning to his own slice. Poor Ben is sweating now, having imagined needing to do far more work to get this level of interest from Alec. He thinks of the beer in the fridge and the porno tapes in his bedroom, and realizes he’s totally out of his league, but is definitely not minding the direction the evening has gone.

  Pizza done, Ben decides to take his turn at aggressive sex-dude, but finds he has no idea how to be suave the way Alec has been thus far. He does the only thing he knows how to do to get male physical attention, and kicks Alec’s foot. Alec raises an unimpressed ringed eyebrow at him, and Ben kicks Alec again. “Um, dude…” Alec begins, and Ben takes a flying leap and tackles him, wrestling him to the ground and knocking his glasses away in the process. “Whoah there, sugarplum, do not break those, please.” Alec tries, but Ben is already on top of him, pinning Alec’s wrists as all of a sudden both boys notice their cocks are hard and pressed against one another. Ben freezes and his eyes go wide as Alec starts cracking up. “You are such a puppydog, Ben, I swear to God. You know you fucking want me. But you’re fucking terrified, aren’t you?”

  “Fuck you,” Ben growls and pins Alec’s wrists more tightly. Alec pushes his dick up into Ben’s and says, “Yes please? Or are you just going to play Wrestlemania 21 with my arms and pretend your dick isn’t trying to dig into my hip?” He leers up at Ben.

  “Shut up,” says Ben.

  “Ya know, if you want something from me you just have to ask. Or take it. You are the alphadog, I am the defenseless little betagoth, you’ve proven that, oh large and muscular one,” Alec continues to snark, rubbing his hard dick into Ben. Ben, knowing defeat when he sees it, er, feels it, realizes the only way to get Alec to shut the fuck up is by giving his mouth something better to do than talk.

  Ben grabs Alec’s head, kissing him awkwardly but insistently, and suddenly Alec’s arms are freed. Alec flips them over and resumes some amount of control, kissing Ben and grabbing him closer. They writhe against one another, half making out, half grappling, Alec’s fist locked in Ben’s long hair, Ben’s hands locked on Alec’s ass. Clothes begin to fly across the living room and suddenly Ben is in his Scooby boxers and socks, Alec in his black boxer briefs and nipple rings, and Ben has a sudden blinding flash of realization that his cock is being stroked by a hand that isn’t his. That fact alone is nearly enough to undo him, but when he looks into Alec’s half-closed and suddenly serious eyes, looks at Alec’s black-painted fingernails on his cock…he comes with a grunt that is nearly a squeak, drowning in new sensations and gasping for air.

  Alec’s look of smug satisfaction nearly sets Ben to mouthing off until Alec lifts his cum-soaked hand to his own mouth and begins to lick his fingers clean.

  Ben is transfixed, and considers being vaguely grossed out, which for some reason turns him on further. He’ll be embarrassed later when he realizes what a quick date he is, but for now he’s too stunned at just having had his first sexual experience to feel much of anything besides fuzzy mmmmm and wow Alec is hot. Bolstered by pot, cum, and pizza, Ben pulls Alec’s boxers off and looks at Alec’s dick. “Jesus, please don’t get shy on me now, dogboy,” Alec harrumphs, cock hard and purplish. Alec grabs Ben’s hand and puts it on his dick. Ben, being a quick study, holds on and starts to stroke Alec, who begins mouthing off instructions.

  Ben says in exasperation, “If I suck your dick will you shut the fuck up, please?”

  Alec just giggles and says, “That might work.”

  Ben thinks back on porn stories he’s read and begins shimmying down Alec’s now-naked body. Alec is leaning up on his elbows, watching Ben. “You don’t have the balls to…” Alec starts but then Ben is licking him and Alec’s hands grip the carpet under him. Ben does it again for good measure and begins exploring Alec’s cock with his tongue. He breathes in Alec’s musky crotch smell, memorizing it, recognizing its cadence from other wrestling matches and postpunk shows spent with Alec.

  He begins tonguing Alec’s balls and around the base of his dick, just to see what Alec’s reaction will be. Alec gasps and tucks one arm under his head, the other reaching down to touch Ben’s hair. Ben grasps Alec’s cock and works the head into his mouth, going down too fast and gagging. Alec sniggers above him and recommends taking it slower. Ben mutters that Alec should shut up and begins sucking in earnest, his pace and technique a clumsy combination of slash fanfic stories, porn tapes, and beginner’s luck. Alec begins to breathe faster, bucking up gently into Ben’s mouth as Ben sucks and pulls, Alec’s balls in his other hand. Alec gasps again and is moaning just a little, mumbling something that sounds suspiciously like “Suck me harder, dogboy,” but Ben is past caring what the fuck Alec is saying, as he’s in the process of discovering exactly how earnestly hot it is to have another guy’s cock in your mouth. His whole self focuses down into his mouth as he sucks for all he’s worth, Alec’s hand in his hair guiding his rhythm. Alec shouts “I’m coming!” and makes a half-hearted attempt to get out of Ben’s way but Ben clings with the tenacity of a barnacle and gets a mouth and chin full of bitter, salty cum for his effort.

  The taste surprises him, different from his own taste, and he swallows whatever’s made it into his mouth. It’s his turn to look smug as Alec collapses bonelessly onto the carpet, panting. Ben climbs up Alec’s sweat-sticky body and collapses next to him, panting. “Dude,” Alec manages to get out, “you fuck-ing swallowed.”

  “Um, was that wrong?” asks Ben nervously.

  “Hell no, baby, I just wasn’t expecting it. It was perfect,” Alec reassures him, pulling Ben into a sloppy hug and petting down his back.

  The boys doze off for a bit until Ben’s stomach wakes him. He wanders up to get a slice of now-cold pizza and looks around the room. Clothes and pot paraphernalia everywhere, a thoroughly debauched gothpunk sleeping nude on the floor, cold pizza, a lamp he didn’t remember knocking over on the ground. Ben thinks he can easily get used to this. “Any pizza for me?” Alec asks sleepily from his spot half under the coffee table. Ben brings him a slice and grabs a blanket from the couch, wrapping it around himself. Now that the drugs and the sexhaze have worn off a bit, he’s suddenly self-conscious about his body, and begins to feel the first onslaught of neurosis and nerves kicking in. He feels vulnerable without his clothes marking him as a skaterpunk. Naked, he’s just a teenage boy, skinny and knock-kneed, with a bit too much chest hair. Alec at least has piercings and tattoos, crazy hair marking him as different even without the clothes. Alec seems to sense that the nerves are kicking in and pulls Ben down next to him, curling into the blanket with him. They switch on the TV and munch on pizza in relative quiet.

  “Is this weird?” asks Ben.

  “Is what weird?”

  “Sitting with a dude eating cold pizza naked and watching hockey?”

  “Yes, definitely,” answers Alec. “Hockey is weird and I have no idea why you want to watch it.” Ben sighs and gives up. Everything about spending time with Alec has always been weird, and sex or something like it has not made things different between them in any significant way. Except for the part where they’re naked. And Ben is getting hard again.

  On screen a bunch of people are singing “The Star-Spangled Banner.”

  “Fucking Bush,” says Ben. The room fills with gloom; the boys proceed to get significantly more stoned, and decide that the occasion warrants the JD as well.

  When Alec starts talking, it sounds like the middle of a conversation. “So I was sucking off this old guy—I thought he was a sexy Daddy type but it turns out he was just old—and he starts telling me how lucky us kids have it today.”

  Ben is still stuck on the sucking-off part of the story; he has a sudden vivid image of what that would look like and it’s hard to pay attention to the rest of the story.

  “…fucking Gay Straight Alliance, everybody’s afraid to go! Last week it was just me and twelve straight girls who are in love with fucking Morrissey…Fuck Morrissey! He’s old! He just needs to get fucked up the ass, fucking celibacy….”

  Ben’s faded out again, watching the porn video inside his brain featuring Alec getting fucked up the ass, looking back over his shoulder and smirking.

  “…so fucking great that sodomy’s legal, yeah it’s legal if you’re fucking old, not like that’s even going to last long with George Fucking Bush appointing the Supreme Court….”

  Ben’s stuck on the word sodomy. Less and less oxygen is available to his brain to follow Alec’s rant. Between the pot, the booze, and his hard-on, he’s pretty much given up on it. “Fuck fucking George Bush,” he says.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying,” says Alec.

  “Fucking George Bush isn’t here,” says Ben with stoned, drunk wisdom.

  This shuts Alec up. He studies Ben with a concerned look. “I am here,” says Ben. “My dick is here.” He flips up the blanket to demonstrate the presence of his dick.

  Alec starts to smile. “Yeah.”

  Alec suddenly yelps, shouting “Fucking cats!” as Ben’s cat, FuzzMuffin (Fuzz for short), goes shooting out of the room. Ben starts cracking up. Fuzz has always had a strange fascination with butts, and will lick any exposed skin he can get to. Alec shrugs and mutters like a cat himself, trying to reinstate lost dignity with haughtiness.

  Ben just snickers and waits until Alec is sitting down comfortably again before shyly putting an arm around Alec’s waist. They start kissing at a more leisurely pace and Ben is definitely thinking he likes boys now as his hand snakes back into Alec’s lap. Alec stops him and looks uncomfortably serious for a moment. “Look, I don’t want to rush you into anything you don’t want to do but ya know if you want to fuck me, I’d be kind of into that I mean I’d be really into it but don’t feel like any weird pressure or anything, okay? I mean like I brought condoms but not because I was like really expecting, I mean….”

  Ben puts a hand on Alec’s arm and his eyes glaze over a bit. “You actually want me to fuck you? I mean, is it okay if I fuck you, please? Like I mean you’ll actually let me fuck you like for real like you know um…whoa….”

  Alec looks confused for a minute. “Um. Yes. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Does it hurt?” Ben blurts out.

  Alec starts snickering, and throws an arm over his forehead, consumptive heroine style. “It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it….”

  “And you’ll be okay that this is like my first time with a guy and…I mean not like it’s my first time of anything you know but I mean, um….” Ben begins, realizing he’s blowing his cover as a cool and collected, sexually mature, and experienced kind of a guy.

  “Baby, I know you haven’t been with a guy before and that’s totally fine with me,” Alec reassures him. “I’ll talk you through it,” he says, looking distinctly evil and pulling his duffel closer.

  “Oh god, here we go with the talking,” mutters Ben, but by then Alec is chewing on his neck and he doesn’t say much else for a while. Ben mumbles, “So I heard it’s like easier for you if you come first, right?”

  Alec snickers again and says, “There is no right way to do this, puppy. Just turn me on first.” Ben looks bashful but earnest as he continues to hold and lick and pet Alec everywhere he can reach. Alec rolls over, rubbing his ass across Ben’s torso and settling down on the floor. Faced with Alec’s ass,

  Ben is mesmerized and terrified. He has no idea what to do. Tentatively, he pats it.

  Alec looks over his shoulder and laughs. “Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick—it’s not rocket science. Fuck me, already!” He takes on a tone of exaggerated patience. “Get your finger wet, stick it in, wriggle it around. Get another finger wet, stick them both in, wriggle them both around. Get your cock wet—” to Ben’s horror he starts to sing, shaking his ass all the while. “You stick your cock right in, you take your cock right out, you stick your cock right in and you shake it all about—”

  To shut him up, Ben stuffs most of his hand into Alec’s mouth. Which mostly seems to stop the singing, but Alec’s uncontrollable laughter is beginning to piss Ben off. Ben decides to try and get the show on the road, and replaces the hand in Alec’s mouth with his boxer shorts, which Alec seems to enjoy in a way that Ben finds vaguely disturbing.

  He tentatively begins stroking Alec’s ass, running a finger down his crack. Alec moans and shudders. Ben begins rubbing both hands down Alec’s back, up his thighs, across his ass, and slowly begins licking up from the back of Alec’s knees. “Shit, you are not going to actually rim me, are you? Hot damn, where did I find a beginner with totally no inhibitions!” Alec shouts, pulling the boxers he’d been sucking on out of his mouth and startling Ben.

  “Um, well…er…” Ben begins.

  “Please, you don’t talk, baby, just keep doing whatever it is you decided you want to do back there.” Ben continues his timid explorations upward with his tongue, delicately separating Alec’s asscheeks and running his tongue experimentally down Alec’s crack. Alec is panting now, his cock hard and drooling on the carpet as he lifts his ass into the air. Ben begins licking more vigorously, finding Alec’s ass smells similarly musky to his cock and it isn’t gross at all, just soft skin stretched across hard ridged muscles. He begins pumping Alec’s cock with his hand while tonguing Alec’s ass, surprising himself yet again with how incredibly hot he is finding being in the driver’s seat. He feels it in his own cock every time Alec moans. “Are we there yet?” Ben asks in a hopeful-sounding voice.

  “Okay, no, seriously, we’re going to start with some basic ass-structions. First off, this here is lube. Put some on your finger and work it into me, okay?” Alec hands Ben a tube of something clear and slippery.

  Ben gently begins pushing a finger into Alec, and is instantly struck with how hot and tight Alec is. Some instinct keeps Ben’s other hand pumping Alec’s cock as he works a first finger into Alec’s body. Alec’s ass clenches closed, then relaxes and Ben is inside. He adds more lube to his hand and starts working on a second finger, feeling around the hard muscles inside Alec’s ass. “Wow, your ass is amazing!” Ben blurts out and instantly feels foolish as Alec loses it, laughing.

  “Only you, puppy…only you…” he gasps through hysterics. Ben decides to get back at Alec by pushing a third finger in and out, working Alec’s ass rhythmically, faster and harder. This successfully gets Alec to stop laughing as now he’s moaning in time to the movement of Ben’s hand.

  “Can I fuck you yet?” Ben asks, trying to sound sexy and hoping he doesn’t sound too whiny. Sexy seems to have worked, or at least Alec is too horny to care about whiny at this point, as he moans out, “Yes, please, now would be a good time.” Ben gently takes his fingers out of Alec’s ass and Alec moans at the loss. Ben fumbles with the condom wrapper and finally Alec turns around and puts the condom on Ben for him, sucking Ben through the condom to help things along. Alec gets back on his knees, pulling a pillow off the couch to put under his stomach as Ben starts running his dick up and down Alec’s ass.

  “Put some lube on that dick of yours, please dear,” Alec chirps over his shoulder. Ben drizzles cold lube onto Alec’s ass just to be spiteful and rubs his cock in it, teasing Alec’s ass with his cockhead. Alec is moaning again and pushing back insistently, so Ben grabs Alec’s ass in one hand and his cock in the other and begins to push in slowly.

  Alec goes completely still, as his body adjusts to the intrusion, and whispers, “Slowly.” Ben freezes, cockhead just inside Alec, as he watches Alec’s face in profile, eyes and lips squeezed shut. Suddenly Alec takes a deep breath and Ben slides inside, and the heat and tightness hit him like a train. He’s never felt anything like this, the strong rings of muscle inside Alec’s body gripping him, surrounding him in tight heat, and now it’s Ben who’s gasping, gripping Alec’s body with both hands as he begins begging Alec to let him move.

  Alec pushes back in response and Ben begins to fuck in earnest, trying for gentle at first so as not to hurt Alec but losing himself in the heat and rhythm and wet slapping against his thighs as he thinks that he wants to fuck Alec for the rest of eternity, or at least through the next four years of not thinking about politics. And the speed is increasing, and they’re both sweating and swearing and moaning and grunting and Ben notices almost from what feels like a far distance the sound of his own voice chanting something about Alec’s ass being the hottest thing in the world and wanting to fuck him forever and Alec is almost screaming as Ben pounds into him and he realizes that this is like riding a bike and kinda like coming home and he’s awed by the intimacy of his dick in his best friend’s ass and finally Alec starts coming in spurts, clenching his ass hard around Ben’s cock. And Ben is coming from Alec’s coming, shuddering internal muscles milking the cum right out of him and Ben thinks he’s retiring his hand and moving into Alec’s ass full time and the world goes tilted and he thinks maybe he’s passing out.

 

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