Page 67 of Backward Motion

“I’ll go slow,” Sam said, his expression turning serious. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

A lump caught in Connor’s throat. He reached up to stroke Sam’s cheek. “You already have.”

Connor was generally wary of getting fucked by guys who’d never bottomed. They tended to approach the task with a reckless abandon. Come to think of it, he’d never been fucked by someone who hadn’t topped before. It was an honor to be Sam’s first.

Sam was well-versed in the mechanics and took his time getting Connor ready. While he stretched him, Sam kissed Connor’s closed eyelids and the dip in his throat. He sucked on each nipple and teased the tip of Connor’s cock with his tongue. It made Connor feel spoiled and adored, and his skin prickled with the warmth of all the attention. When Connor was slicked up and comfortable, he helped Sam roll on the condom. Then he lay back as Sam moved between his legs.

“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” Sam said, his voice betraying a slight tremor.

Connor looked up at Sam’s eyes filled with concern and felt a rush of affection. “You’ll do fine. Just take it easy.” Then he shifted his hips and made himself relax as Sam pressed the head of his cock against Connor’s opening.

“Oh fuck!” Sam’s eyes widened.

He made a noise in his throat and stopped, his fingers digging into Connor’s thighs. He eased back and waited a moment beforepushing forward. Each time, he waited, letting Connor get used to the feeling, before moving again. It had been a while, and Connor breathed through the sting, knowing the good part wasn’t far away.

When Sam was all the way in, he collapsed onto Connor’s chest and buried his face in his neck. Connor relished the sense of fullness, the unparalleled intimacy of being joined. He curved his arms around Sam’s back, and Sam shuddered.

“You’re so tight...” Sam whispered, his breath buffeting Connor’s cheek. “Is it supposed to feel this intense? Shit, Connor, I’m halfway there. I think if I move, I’m going to bust.”

Connor’s dick gave a twinge of pleasure at Sam’s obvious excitement. He let out a low chuckle and kissed Sam’s ear. “Give it a second.”

They curled around each other, kissing. When Sam wasn’t so keyed up, he began to rock his hips back and forward. The angle of his cock hit Connor in just the right spot, and he groaned.

Connor reached between them to stroke his cock. “Yes, there. A little harder.”

“Yeah? Fuck, you look so hot.” Sam’s forehead furrowed in concentration as he upped the pace. It was both adorable and unbelievably sexy. “Too much?”

“No, perfect. You’re perfect.” Connor was already struggling to think straight. Sam’s cheeks flared, and he crushed Connor’s mouth in a kiss. Amid the heady fog that filled his brain, Connor realized it had been days since he’d last jerked off, and he was in very real danger of finishing too quickly.

“Hold up. Slow it down,” he instructed.

Sam came to a stop. They were both breathing hard, and Sam gave him a coy smile. “I love how direct you’re being.”

“Not a big fan of guesswork.”

A flicker crossed Sam’s face, and Connor reached up to run his thumb over Sam’s lips. “Sorry, I didn’t meanto—”

“No, it’s just... I don’t know why I thought staying quiet would benefit anyone,” Sam said. “It only made me feel invisible.”

“It’s a muscle,” Connor said, echoing Sam’s advice. “It gets easier the more you use it.”

Sam laughed and leaned in to kiss him, filling Connor with an aching heat that radiated through his body. Connor discovered he was no longer patient. “Now I want you to go all out,” he demanded in a strangled voice. “Don’t stop until I say so. Got it?”

A gasp of anticipation escaped Sam’s mouth, and his face flushed with desire. “Got it.” And then Sam was thrusting hard and fast, and Connor let himself succumb to the swirl of mounting pleasure, falling beyond the realm of control and knowing he was too far gone to pull back.

“Fuck, Sam,” Connor hissed, gripping Sam’s hip with one hand while jerking his own cock with the other.

“Oh, no... Connor... I can’t... I’m gonna—”

Sam stiffened in his arms with a guttural moan that made Connor’s whole body tremble. Connor moved his fist faster around his cock, finding he only needed the slightest push to get himself there, and then he clenched around Sam as the breath was torn from his throat by a glorious wave of release.

When he returned to himself, he looked up at Sam—lips parted, eyes half lidded, intoxicating—and struggled to keep the goofy look off his face, not wanting to appear like a kid who couldn’t believe his luck.

“It’s never—” Sam choked out, tears welling in his eyes. “Felt like this with anyone.”

“Come here,” Connor murmured and brought him close. He kissed Sam’s forehead and nose and cheeks and chin before finally capturing Sam’s mouth with his own.

“So first, I thought it had to be the journal,” Connor explained, lying naked beside Sam in bed. At ten on a Tuesday morning, they were cuddled together beneath the sheets after what had proven a very thorough reunion. It gave him a little thrill, like cutting school.