He hadn't drifted asleep and neither had Wally. He stroked up and down his long-lost best friend's stomach. The sheer heat that radiated off him was nothing short of comforting. It was nice to see Wally relaxed. Everything about him had been on edge, worse when they got him back from the vampires.
Wally pressed his hips back against him and looked over his shoulder. "I want you."
Nigel answered by kissing and sucking a path over Wally's shoulder blade and down his spine. His friend took the silent order, turning onto his stomach. There was muscle under that expanse of red skin. If the sunburn ached, Wally didn't complain. His breathing hitched and then he'd sigh.
"I like seeing you like this," Nigel admitted. He kissed over the curve of Wally's rump. He'd been so muscular back in high school and that natural curve remained.
"Nigel!" It fell between a warning or a hallelujah because his friend raised his hips to meet Nigel's mouth.
He licked along Wally's crevice, tasting warm skin. He smelled like the vanilla bodywash; fresh and edible. His ex-hitter gave a small sound of protest when he parted his cheeks and tongued his rim. He waited for a full protest, but it didn't come. Wally's hands were balled in the sheets and his knees were under him, lifting his hips higher. His toes curled with anticipation.
"You're a needy little bugger, aren't you?" Nigel gently teased. He licked a long strip from his best friend's perineum to his rim.
"God!" His ex-hitter was breathless again. A very small whine escaped his lips but was abruptly bitten off.
"Stay right here, exactly like this," Nigel ordered with a small smack to Wally's thigh. He rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, grabbing the oil-based lube from his cabinet. The thicker ingredients were better for anal sex, something he'd researched back in college.
He brought it back to the bedroom, squeezing an ample amount onto his hand. He gave his shaft a few long strokes. The thick veins protruding from his hard flesh made his skin sensitive. He wanted this to last but having the crush from his youth now laying in his bed, his mind and body was far overjoyed and overtly ready.
He pressed his lubed fingers against Wally's rim muscles. "Relax. I'm going to take care of you."
Wally sighed, forcing his body to follow orders. In doing so, they lost a little momentum. His toes uncurled as the pleasure turned to laser focus. He'd have to work harder to get Wally back to that special space, but for the moment, he worked his fingers in and out, focusing on the give and take of the muscle.
"You're doing so good, Wally. I'm going to add another finger." He pulled out long enough to reposition a third slicked figure at his entrance. His hitter's muscles were instantly tight from his clenched thighs to the rest of his body.
"Are three fingers necessary?" Wally asked. His words were almost muffled by the pillow he had his faced buried against.
"You're going to be grateful for it in another second." Nigel worked the muscle as he tongued his best friend.
He continued his efforts until Wally's breathing grew ragged and his toes curled again. His body rocked into the movement as his focus returned to sex. Nigel withdrew his fingers, pleased when Wally's hips raised, reaching for that pressure.
"Don't stop," Wally slurred, drunk off his growing pleasure. "Please! Don't stop."
Nigel situated himself between Wally's legs and ran his fingers up his beautiful back, following the curve of his spine. When they'd been teenagers, he'd dreamt of holding Wally when they climaxed. Now he had his chance.
He firmly guided his mushroom tip up against his friend's entrance. The muscle tightened for a brief second before relenting. His heat sucked him in. He waited until Wally completely relaxed again, before he gripped his friend's hips and pulled back, testing the muscles that gripped him.
"Nigel, don't play with me. I really want this." Wally moaned. "God. I feel so full."
Nigel smirked, pushing himself all the way back in with an upward tilt of his hips. Wally stretched like a cat, spreading his long, lean legs so that when Nigel pulled out, he could see his ex-hitter's heavy balls.
"You like that, don't you?" He gave a soft smack to Wally's outer thigh and was rewarded with a breathy moan. He did it again and Wally shuddered and reached between his legs, wrapping his fingers around his shaft.
Nigel pushed back in, watching the muscle in his lover's bicep move with his effort to jack-off. He watched his wet shaft pull from Wally's tightness before he shoved back in, mesmerized by the beauty. The sound of their skin slapping was almost louder than his own breathing, but the heat quickly built in his stomach.
"Nigel!" Wally cried, slamming back so hard that Nigel dug his fingers into his ex-hitter's hips to keep hold of him. His muscles clamped in a vice like grip around his shaft, as he rode it out.
It was animalistic and hot.
So fucking hot.
Seeing his best friend being spent on his shaft was enough to knock him over the edge. His balls drew up. The ball of electricity expanded in his pelvis, washing his torso and limbs with warmth and pleasure. Instincts drove him hard and deep.
He milked himself into Wally's body, slow and steady as the orgasm faded. One last stroke and he pulled out, kissing his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him closer. He knew he should get a wet towel to clean them, but he couldn't drag himself from the bed or his boyfriend.
Wally chuckled with an afterglow. "I think I always knew I'd lose my virginity to you."
"I honestly thought your only interest was in football and kicking the living hell out of villains," Nigel admitted. He didn't want to think about all the time wasted in school; all that pining that could've been adverted if he'd just asked him out.
Wally looked over his shoulder at him. His eyes were heavy from his orgasm. "I thought about you a lot, Nigel. It's good to be home."
Nigel seconded that with a kiss.
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City lights gave very little shadow to hide in, but the Count found a patch of darkness on the balcony, looking in through a part in the half-closed curtains. He watched his virgin get deflowered and now the two cuddled as if time had never separated them. Jealousy instantly slid to a sense of loss.
He would miss his sweet swan.
But losing his virginity only freed him from the faerie spell. It would not free his name from the vampires who would come hunting for him. Very dangerous, very skilled enemies had been made.
"Good luck, kid," the Count whispered.
Wally gave no indication he heard that thought. Their connection was broken.
The Count saluted the two, then jumped over the side of the balcony, taking shape and catching the wind beneath his wings. He had his own problems to deal with.