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Miles carefully and deliberately changed his phone from vibrate to silent, placing it on the nightstand. He met his boyfriend’s eyes, trying not to fidget. “So.”
“So,” Phoenix answered, looking just as calm as usual. Miles was almost jealous of how composed he was right now, considering what they had planned.
“My father won’t be expecting me back until night, and I don’t have a case I’m working on now. We have as much time as we need.”
Phoenix nodded, reaching out an open hand. Miles held it immediately, and the simple pressure of it helped him relax somewhat. “If you’re nervous, we don’t have to do anything. We could just watch dumb videos on youtube until you go home.”
Miles shook his head, shifting his weight from side to side. “I- I want to try.”
Phoenix squeezed his hand before scooting back onto the bed. Miles crawled over to meet him in the middle, sitting awkwardly next to him. “What do you want to do today?”
Miles cleared his throat. “I want to have sex with you.”
Phoenix hummed, tracing small circles on the back of Miles’ hand. “Okay, can you be more specific? What exactly do you want to happen?” Miles hesitated, and Phoenix kept talking. “We could have penetrative sex, if you have condoms.”
Miles shook his head immediately. “No. I mean- I have condoms, yes, but I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Okay, that’s a good place to start,” Phoenix said, still enviably calm. “Do you want to try oral?”
Miles thought of the smell that resulted the few times he’d tried getting himself off and scrunched up his nose. “No thank you, it smells bad.”
Phoenix laughed, loud and clear. “Well, I can’t fault you there. That does narrow down our options a lot. How much clothing do you want to take off?”
Miles hesitated, looking at his boyfriend askance. “What do you mean? Don’t you need to take your clothes off to have sex?”
Phoenix shook his head, leaning back. “Not really. If you want us to keep everything on, we could make it work, though it might be a bit tricky. Stripping down to just underwear is an option too, if you’re not ready to get naked just yet.”
An unexpected wave of relief washed over Miles. “Yes. I mean, no, I don’t want to take my everything off. Ugh,” he complained at Phoenix’s giggling, “I want us to take off everything but our underwear.”
“Great,” Phoenix agreed, as easy as that. Miles relaxed even further, now feeling much more comfortable with the prospect of sex. He did want to achieve orgasm with Phoenix, but it was very reassuring that he didn’t have to let Phoenix see all of him yet. He knew intellectually that his boyfriend loved him no matter what, but the option to just put off confronting his own appearance until a later date was a nice one.
“Can we take our shirts off?” Miles asked, and Phoenix leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.
“Of course.” Phoenix pulled his shirt over his head smoothly, his spikes falling back into place immediately, while Miles unbuttoned his own shirt. Phoenix simply sat and watched, and Miles could all but feel the love emanating from him to counteract his normal anxieties about being seen in anything less than perfectly composed outfits.
When his shirt was unbuttoned, Miles shrugged it off without fanfare, and Phoenix raised an eyebrow.
“No undershirt? You did come prepared.” Miles flushed, though he knew the teasing was good natured.
“I didn’t want to give myself more opportunities to chicken out,” he explained, and Phoenix cupped his cheek in one hand.
“It’s not chickening out. If you’re not comfortable, at any point, then we stop. There’s no shame in it, Miles.”
He sounded so serious and sincere that Miles couldn’t do anything but nod in agreement. Phoenix smiled at him, that wonderful slightly sheepish expression which he fell in love with, and Miles leaned forward to kiss him again.
Kissing without their shirts on wasn’t much different than kissing fully clothed, but doing so on Phoenix’s bed was exhilarating. Their skin pressed together, more of it touching the longer they sat there, and by the time Miles had to catch his breath his entire torso felt warm and tingly.
“Hi,” Phoenix laughed, and Miles laughed with him. “Should I say hello to your little friend too?”
Miles looked down to notice that yes, he was sporting a rather impressive tent in his slacks. He probably would have turned bright red if his face wasn’t already flushed from their makeout, and curled in on himself.
“No, I’m sorry, please don’t freak out,” Phoenix babbled, and Miles stopped. Why was he hiding? This was Phoenix. Phoenix loved him. He was here right now specifically for Phoenix to interact with his erect penis.
“Reflex, I guess,” Miles muttered as he uncurled. Phoenix tentatively reached down, but as soon as his hand touched the fabric currently pushed up by his dick, Miles hissed and flinched away.
It didn’t feel bad. Phoenix’s hand felt amazingly good on him, in fact, and most of Miles’ body was screaming at him to get that hand back where it was as soon as possible, preferably with more pressure and contact this time. Unfortunately, despite every positive signal from his body, his brain was panicking.
“Miles?” Phoenix asked, clearly one wrong move away from panicking himself.
“I- I-” Miles stammered, trying to collect himself. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Okay,” Phoenix agreed, drawing his hand back. “No touching. Do you want to move back to the couch for TV then?”
“No,” he replied immediately. “I- I still want to do this with you.”
“I don’t mean to put pressure on you,” Phoenix answered, “but there’s not a lot of ways we can do things without touching each other.”
Miles worried at his lip. His brain still shied away from Phoenix touching him, but at the same time he didn’t want to simply touch himself while Phoenix watched. The thought of it did send more blood flowing to his dick, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
“Could I...” he trailed off, wracking his brain for the proper way to phrase his request. “Is there a way for me to touch you while I’m in control of it?”
Phoenix tilted his head in thought. “Well, I guess so? It sounds like you might like riding.”
Miles flushed, glancing down at Phoenix’s own tented pants for just a moment. “I- don’t think I’m quite ready for that either.”
Phoenix actually needed to look down at his dick before realizing what Miles meant, and smiled. “No, I figured not. I should have been more clear. You could ride my leg, if you want.”
Miles had a brief mental image of Phoenix’s entire leg stuck up inside him, and frowned. “Huh?”
“Like humping, you could sit on my leg and rub yourself off against it. I’d be part of it, since it’s my leg and I can lift it up and down a bit, but you’d be the one in control of the speed and the pressure. Does that sound like a good solution?”
Miles thought about it for a moment. “I suppose we can try.”
As soon as he started to move his legs, the tenting of his pants caught his attention, and he scowled. “Do you mind if I take these off?”
“Of course not, go ahead,” Phoenix assured him. ”Should I take mine off too?”
Miles nodded, then paused in unzipping his own slacks to stare as Phoenix pulled his sweatpants off. His legs were nicely toned, muscular from years of exercise but with enough fat to show he ate healthily, and the dark hairs dotted across his skin gathered to form a neat path leading up under his briefs. He felt abruptly self-conscious of his own legs, no less muscular but certainly not as carefully shaved, and Phoenix called out to him.
“Miles? You okay?”
“Yes,” he responded, shoving down his insecurities along with his pants. Phoenix didn’t care about his pudgy stomach or the stubborn acne on his shoulders. From the shine in his eyes, he didn’t care much about his hairy legs, either.
“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, and Miles fought an urge to preen.
“You’re not so bad looking yourself.”
Phoenix looked away this time, scratching at the back of his neck. “Well, I take care of my body, but. My agent told me I have a face fit for radio. Or stage makeup, really, that’s thick enough to cover anything.”
“Your agent is a fool,” Miles spit out, clambering onto his knees to perch over Phoenix and glare down at him. “You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever met, Phoenix.”
Phoenix blushed, bright pink and covering his entire face all the way to his ears. Miles tried to sit down, only to abruptly remember that he had an erection and was currently positioned directly above his boyfriend.
“Let me,” Phoenix offered, and a moment of shuffling limbs later Miles was kneeling over just one of his legs. “Sit down?” he asked, and Miles sank back towards the mattress slowly.
His body hit Phoenix’s thigh before his own ankles, and as Miles tried to find his balance atop it his cock rubbed against the skin. He gasped, jolting forwards, but Phoenix caught him before he could fully lose his balance.
“Miles?”
“Good,” he managed to squeak out, and tentatively rocked back again. The friction dragged across his erection again, the cotton of his boxers the only thing separating his dick from pressing directly into Phoenix’s thigh. “V- very good.”
Phoenix smiled, leaning forward to press his forehead against Miles’ sternum. “I’m glad. Come on, Miles. As much as you need.”
At Phoenix’s gentle urging, Miles rubbed against him again with a whimper. It was vastly different to anything he’d tried on his own. The pressure of his own hand rubbing against his shaft was completely different to having another person beneath him, rocking up to meet him, holding his hips to keep him balanced while he ground down.
“Phoenix, Phoenix,” he gasped, rolling their bodies together harder. “Phoenix, fuck, more.”
Phoenix’s hands travelled up and back, circling around to press their chests together in a hug. “I’m not going to do anything you didn’t already agree to, Miles. You said you only wanted my leg today, and I’m not going to let you change your mind in the heat of the moment with possibly compromised decision making.”
Before Miles could figure out how to complain that Phoenix could even form coherent sentences right now, much less ones that denied him the extra push he desperately needed, Phoenix tilted his head back and pulled him into a kiss. Miles let Phoenix take the lead and lick into his mouth, at which point the leg underneath him pressed suddenly up.
Miles shrieked in surprise, though it quickly turned into pleasure as Phoenix set a grueling pace. The change in angle and active assistance of his partner sent Miles further and further until he felt his vision grow fuzzy. Realizing what was happening, he turned away from the kiss to catch his breath and speak.
“I- I’m close, Phoenix, I...” He took a deep breath. “Do you want to move?”
Miles might be less sexually experienced than his partner, but he knew that it would be incredibly rude to come literally on him without permission.
“I’m keeping you right here, Miles,” Phoenix breathed in his ear. “Come for me.”
The husky voice was accompanied by a kiss pressed against his ear, and Miles’ orgasm hit with a whimper. His hips stuttered, and luckily Phoenix noticed in time to stop his thigh from grinding uncomfortably while he ruined his underwear. Miles winced at the thought – he hadn’t even considered keeping his clothes on during sex, so he hadn’t bothered to bring a spare pair. He’d have to borrow some of Phoenix’s, as he most certainly was not going home tonight with soiled boxers.
“Miles?” Phoenix asked, and he shook the awkward thoughts away.
“Thank you,” was all he managed to say, though luckily Phoenix seemed to grasp the several layers of things he was being thanked for.
“It was truly my pleasure, Miles,” he promised. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”
Miles flushed anew at that, and gingerly moved back to sit on the mattress itself instead of Phoenix’s leg. Phoenix simply stared at him, adoring, and Miles’ attention flitted back to the tent in his briefs. “Do you want me to help with that?” he asked, tentative.
Phoenix looked at him for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I’m good.” Miles opened his mouth to protest, but Phoenix silenced him with a glance. “The offer is appreciated, really, but I’m good. I don’t think I have it in me to come right now, even with the show you just put on.”
“A show?” Miles asked, and Phoenix winced.
“Poor phrasing. I was completely entranced by the way you look and act when you forget to care how you look to others. You’re beautiful, Miles, and I appreciate it more than you know that you let me see that side of you.”
Miles relaxed slightly, though he still felt guilty. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?”
Phoenix shook his head again. “I’m fine, really. This will go away soon enough, especially if you want to watch more Steel Samurai. I find myself the least sexy actor in the world.”
Miles brightened at the mention of his favorite show, though he pouted at Phoenix’s casual self-deprecation. “Well, I happen to find the male lead of the show to be incredibly attractive, so you’ll have to suffer through it with me.”
“Perish the thought,” Phoenix laughed, and Miles smiled. He still needed to change his underwear, and probably take a quick shower, but.
As far as first times went, he was pretty sure he’d never regret this one.