Tag: I love them

I’m gonna write more of this because I want to write the fumbly bad-but-good actual first time, but I figured I’d go ahead and post this bit in case I don’t get to the rest of a while. 

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“You sure you’re ready?” Matt asks, when he’s got two fingers inside of Foggy, his other hand petting Foggy’s hip. Foggy’s not entirely sure, because he’s never done this before, but it seems like it’s the next logical step. Matt fucking him.

Oh, god.

“Totally,” he says, nodding. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay,” Matt says, smiling nervously as he slowly pulls his fingers out and wipes them off on the sheets. “Uhm, there’s a condom—somewhere.”

They didn’t exactly prepare for this beforehand; Foggy had an optimistic condom in his wallet and Matt has unscented hand lotion for sensitive skin that he won’t say is for jerking off but Foggy’s woken up in the middle of the night a couple of times and guiltily listened to the sound of slick skin and Matt’s cut-off gasps. So he’s a liar.

He does have really soft hands, though.

Foggy sits up on his elbows to fish the condom out of the sheets and make a soft ah ha noise when he holds it up for Matt.

“Thanks,” Matt says, fumbling to open the condom and roll it on before he leans down to press a kiss to Foggy’s mouth. “Uhm, are you ready?”

“Just fuck me, dude,” Foggy says, laughing, and Matt laughs, too.

“Yeah, okay,” he murmurs, leaning down to peck Foggy on the mouth before he stretches out to grab the lotion from his bedside table and put his hands on Foggy’s thighs. He pushes them open gently and shifts to kneel between them, and Foggy pushes up a little to make it easier for Matt. The head of his dick barely rubs against Foggy before Matt says, “Maybe we should put a pillow under you?”

“Do you actually want to do this?” Foggy asks, going for joking and flying past to obnoxiously insecure. He’s going to have to resist the urge to ask Matt if he thinks he’s pretty for the rest of the night.

“Yes,” Matt says, frowning. “I just—want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Foggy feels about a fourth of the tension in his body melt away, saying, “Oh, wow. That’s sweet.”

“I think it’s  just baseline politeness,” Matt says, taking the pillow that Foggy holds out for him and putting it carefully underneath him when Foggy tells him that he’s lifting up. “Okay. I almost asked you if you were ready again, but—”

“I’m so ready,” Foggy interrupts him, and Matt nods, smiling as he moves back and lines up again. Foggy takes a deep breath when Matt starts to push into him and lets it out with an involuntary whine. It’s not like Matt’s fingers at all; the feeling sparks something nice but it hurts too much to enjoy it.

“Was that a bad noise?” Matt asks, stopping immediately.

“It’s—kind of a lot,” Foggy says, voice tight. “Just keep going, maybe it’ll get better.”

“Okay,” Matt says, skeptically, moving his hands to hold onto Foggy’s hips as he pushes in further. Foggy inhales a sharp breath and clenches his fingers in the sheets and tries to focus on the faint good feeling underneath the part that feels like there’s no fucking way that Matt’s going to fit inside of him.

Matt stops before Foggy tells him to.

“I’m hurting you,” he says, with a twisty face like it is his own personal fault and he will never forgive himself. They’ve only known each other a few months, but Foggy is familiar with Matt’s I’m going to repent for this face. “You’re really tight.”

“I think maybe we have to start over,” Foggy says, laughter slipping into a pained groan when he clenches around Matt. Matt winces, too.

“Ow, like really tight,” he says. “I’m pulling out, okay?”

“Uh huh,” Foggy says, biting his lip as Matt pulls out slowly. There’s a point where Foggy’s not completely sure he isn’t stuck, and probably Matt by the concerned look on his face, but then Foggy’s clenching around nothing, already sore. It feels really fucking weird.

“Okay,” Matt says, sitting back on his heels and taking a deep breath. “Let’s think this through.”

Foggy sits up on his elbows.

“Is it possible that sex is just an elaborate conspiracy and that porn has been lying to me this entire time?” he asks.

Matt actually takes a moment to think about it.

“That seems unlikely,” he says. “I think maybe we need to take more time getting you ready. Just try again?”

“Probably,” Foggy says. “Do you—want to try again?”

“Do you?” Matt asks.

“…do you?” Foggy asks, laughing, and Matt sighs and smiles, squeezing Foggy’s knee.

“Yeah, I do,” he says. “I want to fuck you and—I really want to get you off.”

There are butterflies bouncing around inside Foggy’s stomach. He has a stupid big crush on Matt, which is why he didn’t even hesitate to agree when Matt shyly suggested that maybe, since neither of them had lost their virginity in high school, they should do it together just to get it out of the way. Matt wasn’t sure if he liked guys but wanted to try, and Foggy said he wasn’t sure, either, but—he’s also a liar.

“I want that, too,” he says, trying not to sound like he’s swooning even though he’s pretty sure that he’s swooning. “I—I want you to fuck me.”

“Cool,” Matt says, with the brightest smile Foggy’s seen on him.

“Cool,” Foggy echoes, grinning back. “Go team?”

Matt obligingly lifts his hand and Foggy leans up to give him a high five.

“Go team,” Matt says, happily.