So. Uh, this is sorta...this is new to me. If you have advice for me, review it. I wanna make it sound good and less awkward in the future. So, I warn you now. I'm new to writing about sex in any way.

Weeks passed, but nothing changed. I gave Tommy the same answer everyday ,"Just think about it a little more." He was becoming ornery, angry, and full of angst. I can't begin to tell you the about of times I'd be just walking down the hallway and he'd begin his charade.

Pushing him off was becoming more and more difficult. I was running out of reasons to stop him. The only thing I had left to hang onto was the constant nagging in my head telling me he'd regret it. He'd regret allowing me anywhere near him, and I knew I couldn't lose him.

It was a Friday night, and Tommy had convinced me to go to a bar with him. I knew his tactic – get me drunk, then talk me into fucking him. And in all honesty, it would probably work. I was tired of refusing what I wanted.

Tommy told me he'd called a driver, so neither of us would have to be the designated driver. Not that Tommy had ever been in that position, anyway.

Tommy refused to straighten his own hair – he was afraid of getting burned again. His burn had healed since that night, but he still hadn't gotten over it. So I sat him in a chair in my room and stood behind him, the black iron in my hand.

"Babyboy?"

"Hm?" I trailed my fingers through his hair, the iron following.

"Why won't you sleep with me?"

"We've been through this."

"Tell me." His voice was quiet and high pitched. I stayed silent and he sighed. "I wish I knew what you were thinking."

"I wish I knew what I was thinking." I muttered. "Tommy, it's not that I don't want to. Because believe me, I want to. It's that I'm afraid of fucking something us between us and losing you."

"I'm willing to take that risk."

"I'm not. Nothing is worth losing you." A light smile touched his face as my fingers continued to thread through his blonde locks.

"You won't lose me over sex. Not a chance in hell that'll be how it works out, Adam."

"I don't want just sex. I want a relationship."

"And I'll give you that." He told me.

"Tommy," he looked up at me in the mirror in front of him. "Why are we really going out tonight?"

"Honestly? Because I wanted to get you drunk so you'd have sex with me." I nodded.

"I figured." He stood. I set the iron on the counter.

Before I said anything, his hands were cupping my neck and he was pulling my face down to his. Our lips met, that same electric current running down my spine at the connection exploded. My arms wrapped around his waist, holding his tight.

My heartbeat was rapid as his tongue intertwined with mine. His hands traveled from my neck, down my chest, stopping at the hem of my shirt. Then he broke away, breathing heavy, lips inches from mine. "I-I-" He started, nervous.

"You'll be okay. I promise you." He nodded. I placed a light kiss on his lips and his thin fingers lifted my shirt. Once the fabric was on the floor at our feet, his lips returned to mine. I smiled into the kiss.

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I couldn't believe I was finally letting this happen. The thoughts of this used to leave me in the tour bus bathroom, panting. Now it was here. Facing me. Hitting me.

He was nervous. So nervous. I laid him flat on my bed, my hands running up and down his sides. "Adam," he breathed. "I'm not-"

"I won't hurt you, Tommy." He took a deep breath, nodding, his hands in my hair. "Do you still want this?"

"So, so much." He murmured. I smiled and lifted his black shirt above his head. His skin was pale, yet glorious. I believed I couldn't love him more than I did in that moment. It swelled up in my chest, threatening to make me look like a fool.

"I fucking love you."

"I fucking love you too." I kissed him again, my lips becoming sore.

As his lean fingers began working my belt, I moaned. He smirked and we broke away from the kiss. My belt was thrown across the room, my jeans open. His hand reached in and I grunted, my face buried in his neck. "Tommy. Fuck."

"As you wish." His warm hand palmed my dick, making me groan.

"Tommy," my hands stilled on his hips as he moved his hand along my length. "Fucking-" Words broke of into moans of pleasure.

Then he stopped. "Touch me." He demanded. I fiddled with his belt, then slid his tight pants off his slender legs. My fingers looped around the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down swiftly. My fingers wrapped around him tightly, pumping once.

He yelped slightly, his head tilting back against the pillow beneath him. I bit my lip, pumping once again. "A...Adam. Please, more."

"Patience is a virtue." I told him.

He would have glared, but I didn't give him time before I took all of him in my mouth, lips wrapped over my teeth. "Fuck!" He screamed, hands diving into my hair, pulling slightly. I moaned, the vibrations making him squirm.

I sucked, mouth rising and lowering repeatedly. The image of this tiny blonde quivering because of me was making it hard to concentrate on the control I wanted. "Adam, I-"

With one last suck, he came in my mouth with one loud scream of my name. I swallowed, kissing up his torso and reaching his lips. I kissed him lightly. "I love you." I told him.

"You're so fucking amazing." I grinned.

"Practice makes perfect." He kissed me harder. "You still want more?" He nodded. "You got a strong stamina?" He nodded again.

"Adam?" He asked as I reached over to the nightstand. "Will it hurt?"

I grabbed the condom and lube and set it on a pillow near his head. Then I looked him in the eyes. "Not if you relax." I advised.

"What if I can't relax?" He was panicked.

"You need to breathe. It will be wonderful if you don't stress about it." He nodded.

I nudged his thigh with my hand, making him spread his legs. I kissed right above his bellybutton, dragging my lips across his skin and back around his tip. He moaned. When I grabbed the bottle near his head, though, I felt him tense. "Remember to keep breathing." I whispered, snapping the cap open and slicking my fingers.

My fingers rubbed against his hole before inserting, feeling his heat around them. I grunted. He tensed more. "Tommy, breathe."

"I can't." I positioned myself to look at his face, seeing his glassy eyes.

"You have to. Take a deep breath for me." His mouth opened and he took in air, holding it. "Let go." He breathed out. I felt him relax as I murmured words to him.

My fingers plunged in deeper, hitting his spot. He froze, letting out a strangled yell. "More." He asked for.

I tapped it again and his heels dug into the mattress, his fingers yanking my hair. I slipped in two more fingers within the next few minutes, stretching him open. "More."

I paused. "Tommy, can I just-"

"More."

"You're ready, Tommy." He took a deep breathe. Then, with whatever source of power he had, he grabbed the condom and tore it open, holding it to my tip. I moaned at the slight contact, hips bucking. His black painted fingers slid the latex over me.

It was then that he realized my size. His eyes grew wide as I lubed myself up. "Don't worry. It works." He bit his lip. "You sure about this?"

"As sure as I'll ever be about anything." I smiled, then kissed him. I brushed the head of my cock against his hole and he took a deep breath.

Grabbing his hips tight, I slid into him. He tensed, I held back the urge to scream. "B-Baby," I muttered. "Fuck."

"Go." He told me, voice shaky.

"You s-"

"Fucking move!"

And I did, thrusting into his tightness farther. "Oh my God." I groaned. "Tommy."

And I received a quiet, unsure whimper back. "Adam, fuck."

"So tight." I mustered out. "So incredible."

I brushed against his prostate again, making him scream louder than I knew he could. "A-Adam. Great."

His hips rolled into mine. "Fuck!"

"Harder."

I did as he asked, thrusting harder and deeper into him. Heat coiled against my spine. "Tommy, I'm g-" I muttered minutes later.

"Baby, wait. Almost there." He whispered, head thrown back. His blonde hair was spread against the red of the pillows like all of my fantasies had predicted. He wrapped his legs around my waist. "Ad-"

I was trying to wait. I wrapped my hand around his cock tightly, pumping repeatedly. "Ohmygodfaster." Was the sound he made. I hit his prostate over and over. "Right there. Oh God. I'm coming."

As he did, I did. Splatters of white laced my chest as he moaned. I kept thrusting into him throughout my orgasm, riding out the pleasure.

When I pulled out, he whined. I threw the full condom in the garbage near my bed, rolling onto my back. He wrapped his arms around my waist, silence falling over us both.

I can't believe that just happened. I thought.