HJ chapter 48 - first time

I just stare at my sister, confused for a moment, before blushing. “We’re not- just because he’s staying over, doesn’t means anything’s going to happen!” I refute, but she’s already cackling with laughter as she breezes out the door.

Turning around, I spot Dray leaning against the doorframe just behind me. “Oh, nothing’s going to happen, is it?” He asks with an eyebrow wiggle, and I shove my face into my hands with a groan.

“Oh come on, you know that’s like the one aspect of my life Ailsa doesn’t get to hear every detail about!” Dray only smirks before laughing brightly, my heart doing some fun things in my chest when I hear the sound.

“Well I’d certainly hope your sister didn’t know all the details of what we get up to, I think I’d die of embarrassment,” he says, his laugh not stopping for a second. I groan, rolling my eyes and hiding my face in his neck.

My boyfriend strokes his fingers through my hair slowly, playing with a curl absentmindedly. Pulling back slightly, I look into his gorgeous dark eyes, trailing my fingertips across his jaw, enjoying the softness of his slight beard.

“Can I kiss you?”

Dray nods, a small smile playing on his features as I press a kiss to his lips, one hand cupping his cheek and my other snaking around his waist. I feel the coldness of Dray’s fingers as he strokes my neck gently, his other hand playing with the hem of my shirt as he waits for confirmation to touch me.

I smile into his lips, pulling him slightly closer and nipping at his bottom lip. His fingers brush against the skin of my waist as he holds me gently, his grip barely more than the ghost of a touch. Dray flicks his tongue against my lips, and I immediately allow him entry, letting our tongues slide against each other.

His tongue nudges against my tongue piercing, and I push my boyfriend backwards into the wall, my hand slipping up his shirt as his own takes a firmer hold of my waist.

I pull back after a moment, letting us both catch our breath after the full-on make-out session. “How’s ‘nothing’s going to happen’ working out for you?” Dray whispers with a smirk, and I only roll my eyes in response, capturing his lips with mine again.

Dray drapes his arms around my neck, smoothing his hands across my back as I control the pace of our kiss. He occasionally pushes his hips into mine, and I push back, allowing us some of the friction we both so desire.

To be honest, Dray and I haven’t done much together before. Well no, we used to be two healthy young men who’d occasionally touch each other or whatever, but then I went into my massive mental void.

And since then…we haven’t done much. We’ve touched each other maybe once or twice, and that’s it. Basically, what I’m getting at, is that we still haven’t had sex. And whilst I don’t mind waiting for a while, I’ve been attracted to Dray in that way for a bloody long time and we haven’t actually had sex yet.

We’ve talked about it; mainly about who’d do what- we came to the conclusion that we’d just alternate so we both get to do both, which works for me and I assume works for him, based on how Dray was the one to suggest it.

My boyfriend grinds against me again, and I quickly pull back from the kiss, stroking his cheek gently. “Babe, what are we- can we have sex?” I blurt out, not quite what I’d meant to say but oh well. Dray stares at me for a moment, an even bigger smile scooting onto his face.

“Wow, I thought you’d never ask. You want to be top or bottom first?” He asks nonchalantly, and I try to will the heat in my face to dissipate. “I don’t mind, you pick whatever you want to do. We can always um, you know, uh, twice…” I fade off, hiding my face in his shoulder as Dray wraps his arms around me, laughing gently.

“Sounds perfect to me,” he says kindly, removing my head from his shoulder and pecking my lips. Going to my bedroom, Dray suddenly pulls away from my lips with a blush. “Oh um, I normally shower in the evening, so I haven’t-“ he cuts himself off with a smirk as he takes my hands gently in his.

“Want to shower together?” I ask, knowing that’s exactly what he wants. Dray does that blushy-beamy thing I love as we change direction to the bathroom instead. We both strip, giving ourselves a few moments to ogle at each other before getting under the water.

It’s not the biggest shower in the world, so we’re pretty cramped for space. Dray presses up against me in a way which is definitely sexual but also just because I’m trying to wash his hair. In the end, our shower is somehow sexy and sweet as we fumble around, two laughing messes washing each other amidst the occasional grinding and the rather handsy moments.

“We still haven’t decided who’s doing what,” Dray says with a laugh- well no, it’s more of a moan, but I think he was trying to laugh? I sit up, still straddling my boyfriend from where we landed on my bed earlier.

I’ve left some rather delightful marks on him, discovering that he’s even more of a fan of my tongue piercing than I'd imagined, judging from the erotic sounds he made as I sucked and bit on his nipples.

“Should we literally just do rock-paper-scissors?” I ask with a laugh, leaning down to kiss his neck, nipping on his skin before gently rolling the flesh between my teeth. I kiss the mark before pulling back and smiling apologetically.

“Sorry, got a bit overenthusiastic there- that one’s going to be a bit tricky to hide.” Dray feigns outrage for a short moment before pulling me down to him and leaving a mark of his own slap bang in the middle of my neck.

“Oh dear, looks like we’ll both have difficulty at work,” he says with a sly smile before his grin drops. “Oops sorry, I totally forgot that you have a shift tomorrow! I thought- oh well, use some concealer or something,” he says with a laugh as I groan in fake frustration, pressing a hand to the tender skin gently.

“Rock-paper-scissors?”

“Rock-paper-scissors,” I reply with a laugh, sitting back but not before grinding my ass against Dray’s crotch. He lets out a small noise of pleasure as I do so, before blushing and covering his mouth.

“On three?” He nods quickly as we do the stupid little game to decide who’s on top and who’s on bottom. “I always win though, how come now’s the time I lose?” I ask with slight annoyance, more frustrated at the fact that I lost than the fact that I’ll be on the bottom; I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t mind.

Dray chews on his lip, holding my hand gently. “I don’t mind swapping? Like seriously, if you don’t want to be on the bottom you don’t have to,” he says with a little laugh but I shake my head. “Nah it’s all good, I’m just messing with you,” I say fondly, kissing his forehead.

We never got dressed again after the shower; there was no point when we knew we were just going to take it all off again. Which means that we’ve been fully out in the open for each other to see, this entire time. Which wasn’t really a problem, until I realised oh my God I’ve been staring at my boyfriend’s dick for the past five minutes whilst neither of us does anything.

Clearing my throat awkwardly, I notice Dray looking rather unsure. I climb off him, letting him sit up properly, before sitting down directly in front of him, trying to ignore how hard we both are. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I say gently, but he shakes his head.

“It’s not that, it’s just- I haven’t had sex in a while, and by a while, I mean like years. I’m worried I’ll accidentally hurt you.”

I just snort, gesturing to the many scars on my torso. “Dray, I think I’ll be ok. I’ve only had gay sex once before though, and that was when I was a teenager, I’ll be honest. So, this is going to be an experience for us both,” I say gently, stroking his cheek.

He slowly reaches out, smoothing his cold fingertips across one of the scars on my chest. “That’s why I want to make sure you don’t get hurt. Also seriously? That’s ages ago,” he says with a slight smile, referencing my earlier comment.

I shrug, moving forwards and planting myself back on Dray’s lap. “I had a girlfriend a few years after that; I used to form strong connections with people a lot more easily back then,” I say quietly, suddenly being hit with the overwhelming knowledge that I’ve been able to open up to Dray so much already.

I think he understands, based on how he hugs me to him, resting his head on my shoulder. “Thank you for…well just being yourself, I guess,” he says with a shy laugh, and I feel myself smiling as I kiss the top of his head, really wanting to tell him I love him, but knowing that this is a terrible time to do so.

Instead, I roll my hips into his. Dray glances up at me, blushing slightly. “Are you sure about this?” He asks softly, and I nod. “Yep. Just give me a few minutes to prepare myself,” I say with a smirk as I reach over to my bedside table, whipping out the usual sex supplies.

I prepare myself more slowly than I would’ve liked, but it’s been a bloody age since I put anything in my ass, and Dray is a decent size so I don’t want to tear my fucking asshole the instant we have sex, that’d traumatise the poor guy for life.

Finally deeming myself ready, I hand Dray a condom, checking that I gave him one of the right ones. Luckily, we had enough foresight to stash up on condoms in both our sizes before, so that should the time ever come, we weren’t going to have a rookie error on our hands and be condom-less.

Flopping down on my back, I watch as Dray blushes, looking at me as I just lay there with my legs spread, waiting for him. “Please hurry up, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life,” I say with a groan, and not the sexy kind. Dray laughs, before we check with each other once more that this is what we want.

It really is.

Dray’s cold fingers grip my thighs as he slowly eases himself inside me. And it hurts. It hurts a lot, I’ll be totally honest. Still, it’s not ass-ripping level of pain, so I think we’re ok.

We stay like that for a moment, just kissing softly as I slowly get used to the feeling of Dray inside me. Holy shit his dick is inside me. Wow. Ok.

I give him a grin and a thumbs up, which makes him laugh brightly before pulling out slowly and pushing back in. It takes us a while to find a pace we both like, but we get there eventually, and oh boy it’s worth the wait.

Dray leans over me, my fingers tangling in his hair as our tongues collide, his cock thrusting deeply into me, directly to my prostate. I arch my back into him, gasping for air and moaning a little, his own groans in my ear sending some lovely shivers down my spine.

It doesn’t take massively long for us both to cum, probably because both of us are super out of practice. Still, we’re also horny enough that after a short break and a change of positions, we can go again.

A while later, we take a second shower together. Only, this time there’s significantly less jerking each other off, and a lot more Dray holding me up as I focus my remaining energy on hugging my boyfriend.

“Babe seriously, you’re not making this easy for me!” Dray says with a laugh as I rest all my weight on his shoulder, and he finally figures out that I’m doing it deliberately. “You’re such an ass…an ass with a nice ass,” he wiggles his eyebrows and I don’t even have the energy to pretend to be annoyed, instead just laughing gently into his neck.

We dry each other’s hair before cuddling up in bed together, only in our underwear. I admire the charming marks I littered Dray’s chest and neck with, before letting my lids close as Dray snuggles up against me, tucking his head beneath my chin.