Page 104 of The Tryout

His pupils dilate and I once again marvel at the thought that this beautiful man wants to be with me.

“Well, as appealing as that thought is, it’ll be easier this way your first time.”

As much as I appreciate him thinking of me, I’m stuck on what he said last night.

“Okay, but I don’t want you doing this just for me. If you’d rather top, that’s fine by me. Really.”

The look on his face goes soft, and he wraps an arm around me to pull me closer.

“Finn? I’m into this, okay? Besides, I’d hate to have douched for nothing.”

A laugh escapes without my permission at his words.

“If you insist.”

I unbutton my jeans, pushing them down and kicking them off. Placing my knee on the bed, I lean in and kiss him again. He puts his hands on my hips and lies back, pulling me on top of him. For a while, we stick with what I know – deep kisses and the subtle friction of our cocks rubbing against one another. I lift my hand to his chest, my fingers delicately working around his nipple.

His head falls backward, a deep moan coming from his throat. I bring my mouth to his neck, gently scraping across the skin there with my teeth. As his breathing comes more quickly, I work my way down his body, running my tongue over the nipple my fingers have just abandoned, then kissing his stomach and once more running my teeth over the bony part of his hip.

He’s lying fully back now, one arm thrown over his face, the other hand tangled in my hair. I grab the sides of his underwear, pulling them down and off, depositing them next to him on the bed. Then, I push down my own sweats and shorts before making a space for myself in between his legs.

Unable to help myself, I lick a thick stripe up the underside of his cock before taking the head in my mouth. I move up and down, feeling him grow in my mouth as my hands work at his hips. As I start to taste his precome on my tongue, I trace one hand downward to play with his balls.

With a sudden urgency, the hand over his face flings out toward the bedside table, the tips of his fingers dragging the drawer open from the side.

“Lube.”

I love seeing this, Avery nearly out of his mind.

I pull off his cock, getting to my knees and grabbing the lube from the drawer. As I do, he grabs my wrist.

“Hey, there are condoms in there, too. It’s your choice.”

Last night, as we’d laid together on the couch, Avery had reiterated that his testing was up to date and that he’d been on PrEP for a couple of years. And then, when I’d been confused, he’d explained what PrEP was.

It had felt a little like a very cuddly sex-ed class.

I grab a foil packet and shut the drawer.

Returning to my spot between his legs, I suck him into my mouth once more. He’s not quite as hard as he was before our conversation, but it takes hardly any time at all to perk him back up. As my fingers play with his sack once more, I edge two of them back behind his balls. There, they stumble upon something hard.

I pull off his dick, giving him a confused look. He’s pink, though I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or arousal.

“It’s…been a while. I figured a plug would be a good idea to make sure I’m…ready.”

I take the tip of his dick back into my mouth, sucking on it while my fingers blindly attempt to grab hold of the base.

“I thought that was my job,” I say, pulling gently on the silicone.

Avery’s breathing comes more quickly as the plug begins to move, slowing as the largest part breaches his hole. Finally, I feel it begin to move again, coming free in my hand. I wrap it in Avery’s underwear and throw it on the ground, then gently move my fingers back to trace around his hole.

“Can I…see?”

He nods, humming as he does. I expect him to simply bend his knees, placing his feet flat against the bed. Instead, he pulls his knees all the way back to his chest, fully displaying himself to me.

I circle two fingers around his hole, the lube from the plug slicking the way. I grab the bottle of lube from the bed, squirting more on him. Honestly, I probably go overboard – but if he hasn’t done this in a while, I’m going to make sure it feels good for him.

His hole is open ever so slightly from the plug, and I dip my finger inside. I think about the research I’ve done since our first conversation about this, even though I have to admit I’ve been picturing myself in his position when I have.