Notes:
So now there will be three parts...I figured I'd give y'all this to tide you over until I can get the rest of it finished.
Also, fair warning, my smut can get pretty graphic...not like gross or anything, just very descriptive. So if you don't like that or it makes you uncomfortable, you are under no obligation to read.
Enjoy y'all! :)
Holster feels as if he's going to vibrate out of his skin as they run back to the hotel. He also feels as if he might die if he can't touch Ransom this very second, but unfortunately they have to get back to their room first.
Holster is definitely still in shock from the events of the last couple hours. First, they found out they were married, faced with the very real prospect of getting a (to Holster) heartbreaking divorce. Then, they were going on a date because he had been nuts and suggested that rather than getting divorced. Now, they were rushing back to the hotel to consummate their marriage, so to speak.
It's a lot to process, and Holster is not even trying at this moment. Right now the only thing he can think about is how much he wants to have his clothes off this second, wants to have Ransom's hands all over him, wants to have Ransom inside of him, or be inside of Ransom; it doesn't exactly matter. He just wants—no, it's more critical than that. He needs.
Their hotel room is on the seventh floor of the building, quite the hike under any normal circumstance, but this isn't a normal circumstance. Neither of them can be bothered to wait for the elevator to possibly come down from the 20th floor. Instead, they lock eyes and immediately head for the stairs, dashing up them two at a time to the seventh floor.
Holster's impatience hits its peak when they reach the door of their room; they're so close, but they're so far away from relief. He frantically digs through his pockets, looking for his room key, and Ransom does the same, finding his first.
He jams it into the card slot and the light blinks green, accompanied by a soft beep. Ransom pushes down the door handle with a loud clatter, and before Holster can blink, he's dragged into the room and pressed up against the door while it's still swinging closed.
Ransom's hands settle on Holster's hips, and he presses his mouth, warm and wet, onto Holster's. Ransom kisses with such intensity that at first, Holster struggles to keep up, his hands gripping Ransom's shoulders tightly.
They kiss hot and hungry, the release of almost a year and a half of building sexual tension that Holster didn't even realize they had until just this moment; he doesn't think there's any other way to explain the sudden explosion of passion between them. Their tongues roam and explore each other's mouths, and they gasp for breath in between desperate kisses.
Holster kisses Ransom like he might never get to kiss him again. Just this morning, Holster never thought he'd get to have this, period, so perhaps somewhere in the back of his mind, he's still afraid that this then might be the only time, not simply the first.
All thought along those lines stop the second Ransom's thumbs slip underneath the hem of his shirt, pressing into the bare skin above the waistband of his jeans. In a good way, his touch burns Holster, leaving him wanting Ransom to touch and burn every square inch of skin on his body.
Suddenly aware that they're wearing far too many clothes for that to be an easy task, he removes his hands from Ransom's shoulders and slides them underneath Ransom's shirt. He relishes in how Ransom shivers as his hands skim up his sides, taking the shirt with them. Ransom raises his arms and Holster pulls the garment off, tossing it to the side in favor of exploring the feeling of Ransom's chest under his hands.
As he does, Holster begins kissing his way down Ransom's body, moving from his mouth to his rough, stubbly jaw, down to his Adam's apple, pausing to suck on it gently for a moment. From there, he moves to one of Ransom's collarbones, gliding his hands down the plane of his back, cupping his ass just as he bites down softly on his collarbone.
"Holtzy," Ransom gasps, his hips jerking up as Holster's hands squeeze his ass. The thrust causes Ransom's cock to brush up against Holster's, and Holster moans into Ransom's shoulder as it sends a flash of searing heat through him.
Alternating between biting, sucking, and licking, Holster works until there's a sizable hickey present on Ransom's skin. Examining it, and satisfied with it, Holster then turns his attention to Ransom's other collarbone.
"Oh God, Holtzy," Ransom says again as Holster bites down. Ransom begins to tug at the collar of Holster's shirt, and Holster decides that the second hickey can wait until later. He breaks away from Ransom, grabbing the hem of his shirt and clumsily pulling it up over his head. While he's at it, he quickly removes his shoes, a move that Ransom mirrors.
Not knowing exactly where they're going next, but knowing that whatever they'll do, it'll probably be more comfortable on a bed, he grabs Ransom's hand, leading him over to the bed closest to the door (which, coincidentally was his the night before). Standing face to face at the foot of the bed, Holster gives Ransom a gentle push. Ransom takes the hint and willing flops down onto the mattress.
Ransom's feet plant themselves firmly on the floor, his knees just hanging off the bed. He props himself up on his elbows as Holster spreads his legs, just enough so that he can stand between them.
Standing over him, Holster bends down and cups his cheeks, kissing Ransom earnestly, tongues fighting each other. Meanwhile, one of Holster's hand trails down Ransom's chest, towards the place where Ransom's erection is fighting against the restricting fabric of his pants. Teasingly, Holster traces its outline with a finger. Ransom shudders in response, his dick twitching from arousal. He retaliates by running his hands up and down Holster's chest.
Holster gives Ransom's cock a brush from his hand up the whole length, ripping a wrecked moan from Ransom's throat, a sound that travels straight from Holster's ears to his own straining dick. Giving Ransom one last kiss, Holster then pulls back to kneel between Ransom's legs.
Staring up at Ransom, Holster begins to slowly palm Ransom through his pants, his other hand caressing Ransom's thighs. Ransom's eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open, letting out short pants.
His own pants feeling far too tight given how hard he is, Holster pauses. When he does, Ransom's eyes instantly snap back open.
"Don't stop Holtzy," Ransom whines, grabby hands reaching out for him.
Holster grins at Ransom's eagerness. "Just a second," he replies, fiddling with his belt so he can shuck his own pants off before taking Ransom's off.
Holster tosses his pants to the side just as Ransom says, "Wow, you look so fuckin' hot bro." Holster blushes in response as he undoes the button on Ransom's jeans. Hooking his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, he yanks, pulling both down and freeing Ransom's cock.
Now it goes without saying that Holster has actually seen Ransom's dick before. When you're on an athletic team, sharing a locker room with twenty or so other guys, it's bound to happen. In fact, Holster had been everyone's dick on the Samwell Men's Hockey team without trying to (except for maybe Bitty; but it's understandable why he might not be as comfortable with the whole "gratuitous nudity in a locker room" thing; growing up in a homophobic culture would do that do you). But it's one thing to have accidentally caught a glance of Ransom's soft dick in the locker room, or even in their shared bedroom (it happens every so often); it's something else entirely to be seeing it now.
Precome already glistening and coating the head, it lays against Ransom's chiseled abs, twitching in excitement. Needing a minute, Holster simply stares, trying to cope with what he's seeing.
Obviously, Holster does not have a ruler to measure it, but if he had to make a guess, he'd say Ransom's dick is about nine inches in length with a girth of at least an inch. It's big—really that's an understatement. It's fucking huge. Holster has never seen a dick quite that size in person before.
Holster can't help whistling in awe. "Dude! Your dick is literally so fucking big."
Ransom blushes, red overtaking the usual ochre skin tone of his cheeks. "It's not really," he mumbles.
"Bro, I'm serious! I swear I've never seen a dick this massive in person before!" Holster says, partly to convey just how serious he is (and also because he likes seeing Ransom blush).
Ransom's eyes lower from Holster's face, clearly glancing down at Holster's still-clothed crotch. "Yours is pretty big too, bro," he replies, sitting up to look at it more closely.
Holster flushes, a rosy pink color appearing on his face and spreading down his neck and onto his chest as he full-body blushes.
"May I?" Ransom asks, his eyes darkening as he places a hand on Holster's hip.
Holster bites his lip and nods in reply.
Ransom swiftly hooks a finger under the band and pulls them down, licking his lips as he gazes at Holster's cock. Bracing himself with a hand on Holster's abs, Ransom cranes his neck forward and drags his tongue up the underside of Holster's cock.
Ransom swirls his tongue around the head of his cock, and air escapes Holster's mouth, passing through his gritted teeth and making a loud hissing sound. Ransom reacts to this by repeating the action, licking up the underside and around the head.
His eyes having already fluttered shut, Holster has no warning when Ransom wraps his mouth, warm and wet, around his cock. His lips slide down the length, sucking gently as he goes.
"Fuck bro," Holster moans when Ransom begins to bob his head up and down, mouth sucking on his cock pleasurably, two fingers wrapped around the base where his mouth can't reach.
"Oh my God," Holster sighs, a steady stream of curses and praises flowing in response to the best blowjob of his life. Like, Ransom is really fucking good at this. Actually, he's probably just a little too good, because Holster is already starting to feel his orgasm building at the head of his dick. "R-Rans," he says breathlessly, putting a hand on Ransom's head, gently pushing him off.
Ransom's mouth comes off his dick with a quiet pop. "You okay?" he asks, glancing up at Holster from where he's sitting on the bed, looking so beautiful Holster can hardly stand it and fuck, he's so in love with this man.
"I was—" Holster answers, not really sure what to say with all the thoughts that are swirling around his head.
"Oh, gotcha," Ransom says, apparently reading him perfectly and proving that even during sex, their near telepathy will still work extremely well.
"Yeah," Holster replies absently.
Ransom stands up, his cock grazing Holster's thigh on the way up, and the sudden jolt of arousal brings Holster fully back to the present moment.
"Okay so—what do you want us to do now?" Ransom asks as Holster meets his eye.
It's a hard question for Holster to answer. He feels like their first time would be incomplete without having penetrative sex, but then again Ransom might not like that and he doesn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. And, as good as he thinks it would feel to Ransom's cock inside him, Holster is definitely a little intimidated by its size.
"Tell me what you want and we'll do that," Holster shrugs non-commitally.
"I mean, I guess I can do both, but I usually have a preference for bottoming," Ransom answers. "But I really didn't like, prepare to have sex or anything—"
"I actually did," Holster says matter-of-factly. He prepared for every potential situation prior to their date, ranging from things becoming so awkward he would've needed to leave, to this (which, he'll be frank, he didn't expect to happen at all). "So then, how about this time, you fuck me, and the next time we'll flip."
Ransom thinks for a second and then nods. "Yeah, that makes sense bro."
In anticipation, Holster crawls onto the bed and adjusts the pillows so that his upper body will be adequately supported. When he's finished, he turns around and sits back against them. Looking up, he finds that Ransom is still standing at the foot of the bed in a daze, and Holster realizes he did just give Ransom a pretty good show of his ass the whole time he was messing with the pillows.
"Dude, you got lube and any condoms?" Holster questions to snap him out of it—and because the definitely need both those things.
Ransom jolts into awareness. "Oh, ch'yeah," he says after a moment, striding over to his suitcase. He comes back to the bed with both things in hand. He clambers up, settling between Holster's legs, lifting each one up so that they're resting on his shoulders. "You know I always do," he adds.
"True," Holster grins. "I was just afraid that looking at my ass might have caused you to forget."
"I did not forget!" Ransom protests. "It just that like—well, bro, we all know that Jack has the best ass in the entire world, but yours is a masterpiece. Like, I swear, it's a close second," Ransom says, slapping it lightly.
Next, Ransom moves to tear open the condom, but Holster quickly reaches out and grabs his wrist to stop him. "It's been a while Rans," he says. "I need you to work me up to it."
"Oh, right, of course," Ransom says, smacking his forehead lightly.
Flicking the cap off the bottle of lube, Ransom squirts out a copious amount onto his fingers and coats them. His finger circles Holster's hole, and then he gently presses it in. One finger isn't much, and doesn't really bother Holster at all. Even so, Ransom goes slowly, fucking in the finger in and out, giving him a chance to adjust.
But Holster is so aroused, and one finger feels wholly inadequate. He squirms uncomfortably. Ransom looks at him questioningly. "More," he grunts to clarify for Ransom what his action meant.
Ransom nods, obliging by pushing a second finger in. It stings just a little, especially when Ransom begins to scissor the two fingers, stretching his hole out. But the sting fades quickly, and is forgotten Ransom stops scissoring and instead curls his fingers up, gently pressing them into Holster's prostate.
"Oh fuck!" Holster exclaims, squeezing his eyes shut as every nerve in his body sizzles in response.
"Feels good bro?" Ransom asks, crooking his fingers up again.
"Oh fuck yes," Holster gasps, gripping tightly at the bed sheets.
Ransom inserts a third finger, and pleasure mixes with pain as Holster's hole stretches out even more in response. Holster knows it's really been way too long since he got laid by anyone, but then again, that was mostly his own fault for getting hung up on pining for Ransom. At least it's a comfort to know that this likely won't happen again in the future.
Ransom deliberately, methodically finger-fucks Holster, alternating between pumping his fingers in and out, and coiling them up into Holster's prostate. He feels full with three of Ransom's fingers in him, but after a few minutes, it stops feeling like enough, and he's needy for more.
"Rans—I n-need—I'm ready," Holster manages to get out, struggling to speak in the face of the intense pleasure he's feeling.
Ransom withdraws his fingers and Holster, feeling too empty without them, whimpers.
Ransom chuckles as he tears the condom open and rolls it over his length. "Bro, how long has it been since you got laid. You're acting like it's been months—"
"It has been months, thanks to a certain someone," Holster says, glaring at Ransom.
Ransom slathers lube onto his dick, and then looks up at Holster with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye. "I guess we'll just have to make this worth the wait."
"Yeah, definitely bro," Holster replies. He's not sure if he's ready for that—especially since he doesn't know what Ransom means by "make this worth the wait," but he doesn't have time to ponder on it more because the head of Ransom's cock has breached his hole and fuck it hurts.
Holster grimaces. Ransom's cock is huge and the fact of the matter is that no matter how much he prepared, he wasn't going to be fully ready for it. For the moment he'll just have to grit his teeth and ride out the pain.
Ransom bends over and cups his cheek, pulling him into a soft, distracting kiss. "I'm sorry Holtzy," he mumbles (and God does Holster love this man). "Do you want me to stop?"
Holster shakes his head emphatically. He'll deal with it because he doesn't want to stop. "No. Just—keep going."
"Okay," Ransom answers.
Pushing in slowly, Ransom continues to insert his cock, pausing every few seconds to give Holster a break and a chance to catch his breath and adjust. It takes a while, but eventually, while the pain isn't completely gone, it stops hurting so much, pain fading into desire.
"Rans. Rans I'm—I'm now. You can—"
Holster doesn't finish the sentence because Ransom responds by pulling his cock back a short distance and then slowly pushing it back in. It still hurts a lot, and Ransom gives him a look of intense concern, but Holster waves him off before he can even think about stopping, because it hurts less and feels more pleasurable with every thrust.
Ransom slowly builds intensity, pull over a little farther each time, until he's nearly pulled his cock all the way out. He pauses for a second, grinning down at Holster, and then forcefully slams his cock back into him.
"FUCK!" Holster shouts at the incredible wave of pleasure that crashes over him. He'd done this—bottoming—before, but no one he'd been with seemed to be any good at it. Most of the time, he'd come away disappointed.
This time, it's nothing like that. Ransom is thrusting in and out of him, with both incredible speed and force, and every nerve in his body feels as if it's on fire. It's an incredible combination of sensations—the way Ransom's girth stretches his hole, the gentle friction created by Ransom cock thrusting into his hole, the feeling of fullness that Ransom's cock gives, and the intense flashes of pleasure he gets whenever Ransom's cock finds his prostate. To say that Holster is feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement.
It's so much that Holster really isn't even aware of what he's doing. All he can sort of realize is that he's clawing at Ransom's back, trying to brace himself against the almost overpowering thrill his body is experiencing.
Ransom momentarily pauses his thrusting to adjust his grip on Holster's legs, and Holster is grateful for the reprieve. But hardly has he taken a breath when Ransom cock starts pumping in and out of him, and it knocks the breath out of him. It's all he can do to try and breathe, and to fist his hands in the sheets, as every thrust hits his prostate with incredible force.
Holster doesn't believe it's possible to feel any better than he already does, but he's proven wrong when Ransom's hand wraps around his length, jerkily stroking him.
He was close to coming before, but now with Ransom jerking him off, Holster very quickly realizes that it's only a matter of seconds until he comes now.
"R-Rans—" is all Holster manages to get out before the most powerful orgasm of his life comes rushing through him. Most of his muscles begin to spasm, an obscene moan gets ripped from his throat, and he sees stars behind his eyelids as come spurts out and coats his stomach.
Deep in the throes of it, Holster can't really hear Ransom or sense what he's doing.
"Holtzy, Holtzy, ah, ahhhHHHHH!" Ransom cries as Holster's hole contracts around his cock, causing him to come into the condom, his cock still buried in Holster's ass.
Ransom slumps over, resting his forehead on Holster's as he breathes heavily.
His cock slides out of Holster just as Holster begins to come down from his high. He cringes at the pain the loss leaves in its place.
"Shh, don't move," Ransom says, getting up.
He pulls off the condom and tosses it in the trash. Going into the bathroom, he grabs a towel and brings it out, gingerly cleaning Holster off before wiping himself down.
Now that they've had sex in that bed, it's definitely going to be nasty to sleep in, so Ransom pulls back the covers on the other bed. Holster gets up and slowly, carefully climbs in. Crawling in next to him, Ransom lets Holster curl around him before pulling the covers over them.
"Happy…marriage," Holster murmurs sleepily into the crook of Ransom's neck.
"I know it will be," Ransom whispers in reply, placing a kiss on Holster's temple. Exhausted from their intense sex, it's not long until both of them are sound asleep, comfortably spending their first night sleeping together as a married couple.
Notes:
Also Ransom and Holster are both bi and have definitely had sex with other boys before this has been a PSA