Page 95 of Familiar Things New

The featherlight contact sent a shiver up Edwin’s spine. He let out a shuddering breath as he lay back on the mattress. Andrew peppered a few more kisses elsewhere on Edwin’s body, first on one of his biceps and then on his forearm and then, finally, on his stomach. Edwin lifted a shaky hand and pushed it through Andrew’s hair.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his tone a mixture of commanding and pleading.

Andrew climbed up and nuzzled Edwin’s cheek with his nose.

“You’re so handsome, Edwin,” he said next to Edwin’s ear. “You’re perfect.”

Edwin turned to catch Andrew’s mouth in a kiss, Andrew’s wonderful, wonderful words making his heart race and his stomach flutter. Emboldened by the compliments, Edwin grabbed hold of Andrew’s hand and guided it to the first button on his pants.

Time slowed and reality blurred as Andrew unfastened the buttons. Once Andrew was finished, Edwin had to shut his eyes, for he wasn’t sure if he could handle watching Andrew’s reaction to seeing his most private of areas for the first time.

Heart pounding, Edwin lifted his hips and let Andrew pull his pants down to his knees. Then, Edwin kicked them off, though he still kept his eyes shut. Afterward, he lay still, listening to his own pulse roaring in his ears. Vaguely, he felt the mattress move beside him, and he heard the rustling of the blankets, too, but he was far too lost inside his own mind to really internalize either.

“Edwin,” Andrew whispered next to Edwin’s ear, causing him to startle. “Are you all right? Do you want me to cover you?”

Edwin let out a long breath and fluttered his eyes open.

“I’m fine,” he said hesitantly. “Just nervous.”

“I’m nervous, too, if it helps,” Andrew said with a warm smile, his eyebrows pinching.

Edwin tried to smile back but barely managed it. Although hearing that Andrew was nervous did help somewhat, that bit of knowledge couldn’t quell his fears completely. Another few seconds passed. Finally, Edwin found the courage to lower his eyes, first to take in Andrew’s beautiful torso—his lean muscles and sparse hair—and then to find Andrew’s cock, which was still hard, pre-ejaculate moistening the head and foreskin. Then Edwin shifted his gaze to his own body, and he focused on the sweet compliments Andrew had given him before, letting the words chase away some of his insecurities.

Andrew’s hand came into view, his fingers perched only inches above the place where Edwin ached for him to touch. Heat flooded Edwin’s veins. It settled between his legs, making him throb with the need for his own release.

“I’ve never . . .” Andrew said, his words small and uncertain. “I-I haven’t even seen pictures before. I’m not sure where to touch you or how to . . . make it good.”

Oh, God, the man was so incredibly sweet. Edwin could barely even stand it.

Burying his lingering worries, Edwin grabbed Andrew’s hand and brought it to his crotch. He pressed Andrew’s finger to the sensitive nub there, and he sucked in a fast breath the moment he felt the warmth of Andrew’s skin.

“Here,” Edwin said through an exhale. “It’s my . . .” He paused and huffed an uneasy laugh. “I’m not sure what to call it that won’t feel . . . wrong. Cock, maybe? Or prick? I remember William once said that the word prick is a popular word in some other countries. Like Great Britain, I think.”

“Do you like one of them more than the other?” Andrew asked. “I can call it whatever you prefer.”

Warmth rose to Edwin’s cheeks. It was lovely of Andrew to ask. Even when Edwin had let himself hope he could find someone someday, he had never once imagined he’d find someone so thoughtful and kind.

“Either is fine,” Edwin said reflexively before reconsidering. “Actually, maybe I like prick better.” Gratitude swirled in his chest as he studied Andrew’s face. “Are you being sincere? You would really call it that?”

“Of course,” Andrew replied, his smile widening and eyes crinkling a bit at the corners. Edwin couldn’t help but smile back. Andrew cleared his throat. “Uhm, so, regarding your prick . . . can you tell me how to . . . pleasure you?”

Edwin took a breath and then pressed Andrew’s finger more firmly against his prick. He nudged Andrew’s finger, coaxing him to move it in a small circle, and let out a shaky breath.

“Like that.” Edwin let his hand fall to the mattress while Andrew kept it up. After a few more rotations, Edwin’s eyes rolled back. “Just like that. Oh, God.”

“Can you come like this?” Andrew asked, his voice imbued the sweetest excitement.

Edwin let out a barely-there chuckle. “I can. More than once, even.”

Andrew let out a moan and rocked his hips forward, pressing his cock to Edwin’s thigh. Edwin chuckled some more.

“You like that, hm?” Edwin asked.

“I love it,” Andrew said, pressing another light kiss to Edwin’s shoulder. “Oh, God, Edwin, you’re so attractive.”

Humming to himself, Edwin closed his eyes, smiling as an incredible calm confidence overtook him, banishing the last of his worries. Able to focus on his own pleasure more fully now, heat and pressure began to build near his prick. Squirming, Edwin let out a soft moan as his legs fell open. He expected to feel a surge of unease, perhaps enough to force himself to close them, but the feeling never came. Instead, Edwin’s pleasure continued to climb, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered breathlessly.