something, then faltered, instantly changing his mind.
“I- I like your sailor,” he said, inwardly cringing at how lame that sounded.
“Mm.” Ginger brushed his face over the side of Ryan’s head, and laid a kiss on the soft fuzz of hair
just above his ear. “I’ve got a cowboy on my bum.”
“Huh?” The surprise made Ryan forget his nerves. “A cowboy?”
“Yeah.” Ginger began to twist away from him, and Ryan gave up his hold on Ginger’s cock in
favour of seeing this promised cowboy. Ginger pushed his pyjamas all the way off, letting them drop
to the floor, and turned his back on Ryan.
“Oh.” Ryan couldn’t believe it. On his right butt cheek, Ginger did indeed have a tattoo of a
cowboy, cartoon style, like a pin up. The cowboy only had a dash of colour, and was holding a
whirling lasso. “Uh, it- it’s nice,” Ryan said, as Ginger turned to face him. This all felt too surreal, and
Ryan wasn’t sure what to do next. His cock ached with want, but his body was frozen in place.
Ginger afforded him a smile, somewhat shy, then reached for the hem of Ryan’s t-shirt. He tugged
on it and, when Ryan’s mind caught up, Ryan eagerly lifted his arms for Ginger to pull it off. The
pendant Ryan wore bumped against his collarbone, then fell back into place on his chest.
“What’s that?” Ginger asked, looking at the pendant.
Ryan reached for the pendant, covering it in his hand. “Oh- um, nothing, it’s just...” He quickly
pulled it over his head, taking it off. His hand shook ever so slightly, but nothing happened now he’d
removed it. The world didn’t fall in on itself, and he didn’t see any visions. Only Ginger in front of
him.
It’s going to be okay.
Ryan stared at Ginger as he let the pendant fall from his hand, landing softly on his t-shirt on the
floor. It’s okay, he told himself. This was real, and good. Most of all, this was his. Ryan felt his face
grow hot at the thought, but that didn’t stop his hands from tugging at Ginger’s vest, wanting it off.
Ginger removed it for him, his long hair swinging with the motion. Ryan’s eyes went to the pierced
nipples on Ginger’s chest, and he so wanted to touch, and taste, do everything he’d been thinking
about for so long, but he felt a little overwhelmed.
Almost warily, Ryan touched his fingers to Ginger’s waist, thumbs grazing the tips of the tattooed
wings on his hip bones. If Ginger had asked him if he still wanted to go through with this, Ryan would
have said yes. Always, it was always going to be yes. But there was no asking, only Ginger’s hands
running along the top of Ryan’s jeans, stroking the sensitive skin of his belly. Ryan’s skin shivered
into gooseflesh, and his cock beat in time with his heart. Ginger’s hands met at Ryan’s fly and, slowly,
began to unbutton him.
Terrified and exhilarated at the same time, Ryan was suddenly all too eager to get naked. He pulled
away, hands scrabbling to undo his fly while also trying to kick his shoes off. Why did laces have to be
invented? Before he lost his balance, Ryan collapsed on his bed, throwing off shoes, socks, jeans,
pants. Naked at last, he held his arms out for Ginger, who came down onto the bed with him. Ryan
stretched out his body next to Ginger’s, his mind going into meltdown at the delicious feel of skin
contact.
Lying side by side, their legs tangled together, Ryan claimed Ginger’s mouth in a fierce kiss. He
loved the taste of Ginger, would have kissed him forever, but his cock demanded attention. Ryan’s
hips thrust all on their own, grinding his cock on smooth, heavenly skin. Shifting slightly, Ryan
aligned his body, seeking to rub himself on Ginger’s hard and very gorgeous cock. When their lengths
slid against each other, slippery with precome, Ryan bit back a groan. God, that felt amazing. He was
going to lose it, and fast.
“Daniel,” he said hoarsely. “I – I want you inside me.”
There, he’d said it. Were they moving too fast? Ryan had wanted this for so long, he couldn’t be
sure. He pulled away and stared down at Ginger’s tattooed chest, which rose and fell as he breathed.
Ginger reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “If you want to,” he said softly, so quiet
Ryan almost didn’t hear.
Elated, Ryan couldn’t help a grin. If I want to?
“Hell, yes,” he said. Wasting no more time, he sat up, and reached over to his night stand. Opening
the drawer, he pulled out a strip of condoms, tearing one off. His eyes darted to his favourite sex toy,
the purple jelly dildo, resting idly at the back. An incredibly smug thought about having the real thing
entered his mind, and refused to budge. Ryan allowed it, if only for a moment. He snatched up the tube
of Sheer Glide lubricant, and slammed the drawer shut.
In his haste, Ryan forgot that the lube didn’t have a top, but was a self-closing seal. He squeezed the
tube too tight and a jet of clear liquid shot out. It hit the wall above his bed, spattering one of his
posters. They both looked at the mess on the wall, then at each other. Ryan felt his face flame up, as
Ginger smiled at him.
“Er, sorry,” Ryan mumbled.
Ginger’s smile grew. “It’s your wall, Ry.”
A nervous laugh bubbled out. “I know. Fuck it, right? I don’t care.” Ryan moved closer, holding out
the condom. “Put this on?” His eyes lingered over Ginger’s naked body, on the long, perfect cock that
rested hard on his lower belly. God, he’s beautiful.
Ginger took the condom, and Ryan lost no time in squeezing lube onto his fingers, then spread his
knees on the bed. This was going to be rough, but he knew he could take it. He wanted this, more than
anything. Fingers slippery wet, he reached behind him and lubed up his own hole. Ryan didn’t take his
eyes from Ginger, gaze flitting down his nude form to the cock he so desperately wanted to feel inside
him. Ryan moaned, shifting his hips as he rode his own fingers. His hard cock bounced in front of him.
“Daniel, hurry.”
Ginger tore open the condom, expertly sliding the latex down his shaft.
Ryan moaned again. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Lay back for me? I want to sit on you.”
Obediently, Ginger shifted to lie back on Ryan’s pillows. Ryan thought he’d come just from the
sight of Ginger laid out on his bed, naked, hard, and waiting for him. His red hair was a stark contrast
against the pale blue of Ryan’s bedclothes. He’d always remember this moment, this image, no matter
what happened between them.
Ryan took a deep breath to calm himself, and removed his fingers. He squeezed a generous amount
of lube into his hand, then tossed away the tube. Eyes dropping down, he reached out with wet fingers
to carefully coat lube down Ginger’s cock, massaging gently as he went. A shaky groan escaped
Ginger’s mouth. His eyes closed halfway, his lips were parted, lush and tempting. Ryan couldn’t
resist; keeping his hand moving over Ginger’s cock, he leaned in, claiming another kiss. Ginger kissed
him back, a moan passing his lips. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come.”
Ryan bit back groan at the thought. He gave Ginger’s cock a final squeeze, at the same time placing
a kiss on the man’s lips. “Come inside me.” He sat up, and carefully swung one leg over Ginger’s hips,
positioning himself.
All the time he’d spent fantasising about this moment, yet he still couldn’t quite believe it was
happening. His pulse raced, heating his body. Ginger shifted under him, resting his hands on Ryan’s
hips. Ryan sat up on his knees, and took hold of Ginger’s cock. This is it. They’d already crossed the
line of friends, nothing would be the same after this.
And God, how he wanted it.
Ryan spread his knees wide, stretching himself over Ginger’s cock. He guided the tip to his hole,