I wake up feeling trapped the next morning, a heavy weight pressing across my chest. It takes me a moment to realise why, and where I am. I look down to see Olly’s beautiful curls resting against my chest, his naked chest rising and falling slowly as he breathes in his sleep. He looks so peaceful, I don’t want to disturb him but my bladder is demanding it’s morning release.

Trying to slide off his bed that is a little too small for the two of us without waking him isn’t easy. I manage to slip a pillow under his head and squeeze off the side without disturbing him. Treading gingerly across the floor to make my way towards his bedroom door, a floorboard creaks below me. It’s almost as if it has been perfectly positioned to alert the occupier of any movement in the room.

Before I have a chance to turn around and see if the sound has woken him, I hear Olly’s groggy voice speak, “Are you leaving?”

I look at his face, he looks so cute with his hair a tangled mess. I point at the door and confirm, “Just need the loo, back in a minute,” before I slip out and down the hall.

I try to be as quick as I can, not wanting to miss out on a second of my first morning waking up with Olly. Ok, so technically it’s my second, but the first was back when I thought all this could be, was a one night stand. This was the first time I was actually letting myself believe that maybe, just maybe this thing between us could be the start of a new chapter together.

It feels like the stream is never going to end, but when it eventually does as I’m washing my hands I spot a tube of toothpaste laying on the side. I haven’t got a toothbrush, but I squeeze a little on my finger and rub it around my mouth in the hope that it’ll do something about my morning breath which must be horrendous right now.

Slipping out of the bathroom, I walk down the hall back towards Olly’s room when another door opens and Olly’s roommate crashes into my side and falls to the ground in front of me.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” I rush to ask, holding out my hand to help him up. I hope he’s alright, I’m pretty sure injuring your date’s friend is probably not the best way to end a first date, or any date for that matter.

“I’m fine,” he says tersely, brushing his long fringe out of his eyes. Looking up at me and my outstretched hand, his head quickly turns to the side and he rushes to say, “Dude, Why are you naked?”

I look down and realise I forgot to put on my boxers before going to the loo, shit . I lower my hand to try and cover my cock, but most of it is still on show. “Sorry, I’m not really awake before I’ve had my coffee and I guess I forgot,” I apologise, squeezing past him as he lays on the ground. I slip into Olly’s room and stand with my back to the door, banging my head backwards a couple of times at my stupidity.

“Is everything ok?” Olly asks, looking confused.

“Yeah, I just managed to knock your friend to the ground and flash him all before breakfast,” I say, hiding my face in my hands. “Shall I let myself out,” I add, the sound now muffled.

I hear him giggling as he walks over to me. Taking hold of my hands, he lowers them so I’m looking into those amazing eyes. “Is Xay ok?”

“I mean I think so, apart from being scarred for life.”

He giggles again, I love that sound. “David, yours is definitely not the first cock Xay has seen, and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last. Plus it’s not like it’s the first time he’s seen your cock either, and while, yes , it is pretty impressive,” he says as he moves his hand down to stroke my cock, “Seeing it again, is not going to scar him for life .”

My cock grows as Olly strokes it, his lips sucking into my neck making me forget not just Xavier but even my own name. Once I’m fully hard, he moves his hands to my hips and pulls away from my neck, “Come on, put some pants on and lets have breakfast.”

I groan at the loss, “Hey, that’s not fair, you can’t just do that.”

“What are you going to do about it,” he teases. With ease I lift him off the ground and carry him the short distance across the room to throw him down on the bed, just like I did the first night we slept together. I’m on top of him quickly and my mouth finds his, we go from zero to max in a heartbeat. Grinding my cock against his stomach as our tongues fight for dominance.

I nip at his lip as I stop the kiss and bark, “My turn,” before flipping him over onto his front.

“ Yes ,” he moans as my tongue finds his hole and starts to work on opening him up. I’m too horny to take my time but as gently as I can I grab the lube from the night stand and start working my fingers, one by one into his eager ass. His moans beneath me getting louder the closer I get to fucking him.

“I’m ready,” he breathes out once I’m scissoring three fingers inside him.

“You sure?” I ask.

“Yes…need…you,” he says through shaky breaths.

I pull my fingers out from inside him and see his ass winking at me while I grab another condom and coat it in even more lube once it’s over my dick. With a hand on his back, I push his chest down onto the bed and instinctively his ass raises in the air at the perfect angle for me.

Going as slow as I can, I feel my cock breach his outer ring as it slips inside him. I know I need to take it slow but every nerve ending is on fire inside me as I move deeper and deeper into his body. It feels like an excruciatingly long time before I bottom out and my balls are pressed against his ass.

I want to start moving, I need to start moving, but I restrain myself. I press my chest against his back and start to bite his neck, marking him, making him mine . He’s breathing hard now, his ass starts squeezing around me. “David,” he breathes.

“Baby,” I coo.

Pulling out slowly, I thrust back inside him causing him to moan my name, “ Da-v-id .”

I do it again and again, each time he moans louder and louder. The springs of the mattress are squealing below us in sync with Olly’s own. I pull him up so his back is against my chest, drawing his lips to mine as I take him from behind. Desperate to be as close to him as I possibly can, our two bodies entwined as one.

He’s moaning and groaning into my mouth, everything feels sooo good. I’ve had a lot of sex over the years, but something about this feels different. This connection between us, is making everything seem more intense, like we are drawn to one another. Neither of us wanting this to stop.

I can’t take it any more, I push him back down, pull his hips up and hammer his ass hard and fast. The bed is shaking beneath us as my balls slap against his cheeks. I can feel my orgasm building, “I’m so close,” I whisper loud enough for him to hear.

“Me..too,” he manages to reply.

A few more thrusts is all it takes and we’re both shooting our loads at the same time. I see stars as every drop I have erupts from me and fills the condom inside him. Finally, I collapse down on top of him. I know I must be crushing him, so I move to rise up on him but he places one of his hands on top of my ass and pleads, “Wait, don’t move, please.”

So I stay on top of him and place gentle kisses against any bare skin I can reach, they are light but I hope a sweet contrast to the weight of my body on top of him. As my cock starts to go soft inside the condom, I know I have to take it off before it gets stuck inside him. I start to rise off him and he whimpers at the loss.

“I know, baby, let me get rid of this and I’ll be right back,” I say, kissing his neck before climbing off the bed. I tie up the condom and dump it in a bin by his desk. I’m quickly climbing back onto the bed. I pull him on top of me and kiss his forehead, basking in the fact that I can let myself enjoy this and allow myself to open my heart to his amazing man.

“You called me baby,” he eventually speaks while nuzzling into my chest.

“Huh?”

“Twice, in fact,” he giggles.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise,” I say embarrassed.

“It’s ok, I liked it,” he places his hand over my heart.

“Now I’m never calling you it again,” I joke and we’re both laughing. We just lay on the bed, with me holding him for a while. I don’t know how long we actually stay here but neither of us is in a rush to get up.

I hear Olly’s stomach growl and I ask, “Should we get up?”

“Erm, no,” he definitely replies before his stomach growls again.

I laugh, “It sounds like your stomach doesn’t agree with you.”

“ Fine ,” he reluctantly agrees. He climbs off me and holds his hand out for me to take and asks, “Shower with me?”

“Definitely,” I smile and we both rush naked down the hall to shower together, laughing as we hear Xavier call out, “Put some damn clothes on you two!”