A/N: Wow this took a while, damn plot and talkative characters. Finished at 1.30am my time so my brain was a little absent by the end. I hope it makes sense!

Thanks to my pre-readers Beckybrit and Miss Dare and my Brit purger and beta Sadtomato.

As I try and decide how to come out to my parents, I envy Riley. He got this awkwardness out of the way years ago with his family. Riley always knew he was interested in boys as well as girls and he told his parents when he was fifteen.

They already know about me. He told them over Christmas that he was seeing someone, then after New Year's when things became more established between us, he told them that the person he was involved with was his roommate. I haven't met them yet, but he wants me to go and visit them soon. He's completely relaxed about the whole thing and can't wait to introduce me.

In contrast I'm sitting at the dinner table with my parents and sister and quite frankly, I'm freaking the fuck out. It's Sunday lunchtime. I've been home for thirty nine hours now by my count, and I have to leave in about three hours time to get back to the apartment at a reasonable hour. If I'm gonna do this, I need to get the fuck on with it. I thought about talking to Claire alone first, but that made me just as nervous. This way, I figure I only have to say it once and deal with all the questions together.

My Mom has made an amazing lunch. Roast beef with all the trimmings and I'm sitting looking at my plate and feeling as though I'm about to throw up. My heart's pounding like it's gonna beat right out of my chest and I'm sweating like a whore in church.

"Are you okay, darling?" Mom asks, a concerned expression on her face. "It's not like you not to be digging in, are you coming down with something?"

At her words my Dad and Claire both look at me curiously and I feel my heart beat even faster as my cheeks flame.

"Uh, no... I'm fine." They all study me, clearly unconvinced. I take a deep breath and put my cutlery down. "Okay," I exhale with the word. "There's something I need to tell you. I have no idea how to do this so I'm just going to say it." Fuck, I really wish I'd planned this better. "I'm... well... actually I'm not gay exactly." I falter. "I mean maybe I am, but I don't think so... but the point is that I'm in a relationship – and it's with a guy."

I'm met with a stunned silence. Claire's fork has paused halfway to her mouth and the silence is broken by the small sound of some peas falling off it and splashing down into the gravy on her plate. My mom is the one that I focus on – I can't look at my Dad right now.

Mom's face is a picture of confusion as she tries to make sense of my words. "So you're bisexual? Are you absolutely sure you're really attracted to men as well as women... I mean, you're not just experimenting?"

I think about how Riley can set me on fire by just looking at me in a certain way and try not to roll my eyes at the question.

"Well I'm very sure that I'm attracted to Riley. I haven't really thought about other guys." I decide not to mention all the gay porn that I've been watching recently.

"Riley!" Claire gasps. "As in your roommate, Riley?"

"Uh... yeah." Shit, I really haven't managed to tell them any of this in the right order.

My Dad is still silent. I glance at him briefly and he's watching me intently, listening and taking it all in.

"Are you in love with him?" The question from my Mom comes out of the blue. In all the times I've thought about how this might go down, that wasn't a question that I'd anticipated. It's not something I've even asked myself yet.

I look back at her, there's a half smile on her face and I feel relief. I pause for a long time before answering.

"It's still early - so honestly, I'm not sure. But I really like him a lot, and I know that I've never felt like this about anyone before."

My mom's smile is wider now. "It sounds like he makes you happy." She reaches to take my hand which has unconsciously clenched into a fist on the table by my plate. I allow my fingers to uncurl as she squeezes it gently.

Claire's just watching the exchange between the two of us. Her fork has finally made its way to her mouth again and she's chewing slowly as she listens. My Dad is still just listening and not participating, it's making me a little nervous.

"Yes," I smile tentatively at my mom. "He does. He's really cool. I'd like to bring him home for you to meet him sometime, if that would be okay with you?"

"Of course," she nods. My eyes slip sideways to my father. His silence is freaking me out now. My mom senses my anxiety and she puts her hand on my dad's arm. "Randall, darling. Say something please."

"Sorry," Dad's voice croaks slightly. He clears his throat. "It's just such a surprise. I never would have guessed... never expected..."

I meet his eyes across the table and see confusion there, but nothing negative. He finally smiles, somewhat weakly but it's good enough for me and I grin back, relief flooding through me as his smile widens. He shakes his head and chuckles.

"There was a time when we wondered about Garrett for a while, but I never thought..."

I burst out laughing. "Seriously? You thought Garrett was gay? Oh my God, he'll die when I tell him that."

"So does Garrett know about you yet?" Claire chips in again, curiously.

"Yeah, I told him when he came to visit me a few weeks ago." I grin, remembering exactly how Garrett found out. "He's cool with it."

"Well," Mom says. "I'm glad you've told us, honey. Maybe next time you come home you can bring Riley with you?"

"Yeah," I grin. "Thanks, Mom."

And just like that, it's over. My family know, and it feels as though a huge weight has been lifted.

My Dad drives me to the station when it's time to leave. Mom hugs me tight before I get in the car.

"I love you, and I'm glad you're happy." She pats my cheek with her hand and her eyes are bright with unshed tears. "You take care now and bring him home to meet us soon."

I hug her back and promise that I will.

As Dad pulls away I turn and wave to Mom and Claire until we turn out of the driveway, then settle back in my seat. I feel a little nervous at being alone with my Dad. He still hasn't said much to me since my revelation.

He drives in silence for a while, his eyes on the road. And then finally he speaks.

"I'm proud of you, Em." His voice is gruff but his profile gives nothing away. "I just want you to know that. I'm not going to say it's not been a shock. But I'll get used to the idea and I'm glad that you told us when you did - that you didn't feel you needed to hide it from us."

"Thanks, Dad, I appreciate that."

"Are you being... um... you know - safe?"

Holy shit, is my Dad really going to attempt a sex talk now? It's a little late for that. I roll my eyes. "Yes, Dad. We really don't need to have this conversation okay?"

He snorts with amusement. "Okay, son. That's probably for the best, it's a little out of my sphere of expertise anyway."

I laugh out loud at that and he joins me. It's a warm easy sound and I know that we're good.

XOXOXOX

I text Riley when I'm on the train to let him know that I'm on my way and that everything's okay.

When I let myself into the apartment he's on the other side of the door, pulling it open and welcoming me home.

"I missed you," he mutters against my neck as he wraps his arms around me and squeezes.

"Me too."

I drop my bag and hug him back as I kick the door shut behind me. My lips find his and we kiss, re-connecting, grounding.

Eventually we separate and he takes my hand and pulls me down the hallway and we collapse onto the couch together, lying down in a comfortable tangle.

"So, how did they take it?" He asks me.

"Fine, really well." I ruffle his hair absently as I talk, feeling the softness under my fingers. His head's on my chest and he snuggles in closer as I scratch his scalp gently. "Dad was pretty surprised, but he says he'll get used to it."

"Good," Riley says simply.

"And they want to meet you."

He tips his head up and grins at me - all dimples and dark brown eyes. "Cool, when?"

"Whenever really," I reply. "Soon is good, get it over with?"

"You make it sound like something terrible," he raises his eyebrows but his voice is amused.

"It's just weird, okay? I never thought I'd have to introduce a boyfriend to my parents." As the word comes out of my mouth I realize that it's the first time I've used it since New Year's Eve when I yelled it at James. I've thought it in my head since then but haven't said it out loud. Riley doesn't seem to notice anything unusual.

He wriggles up and kisses me lightly on the lips. "Let's go soon then, couple of weeks, maybe?"

"Okay," I nod.

"So, if we're done talking..." Riley rolls over on top of me and starts to grind his hips suggestively, looking down at me with mischief and intent in his eyes.

I grip his hips and grind back as he lowers his head to kiss me. I'm definitely done with talking.

XOXOXOX

So, a couple of weeks later I go back to see my folks again - and this time Riley comes with me. He seems utterly unfazed by the whole thing, whereas I'm a bag of nerves.

We're sitting on the train on Saturday morning - we decided to only go for one night, it's all I think I can handle - and I'm staring out of the window and freaking the fuck out.

What if my parents hate him?

What if he hates my parents?

And how am I going to act with him around my family? As roommates, we're so used to having privacy and being able to touch each other and stuff. The prospect of trying to rein that in for a whole weekend around my parents is really scary. I don't think I'll find it hard, I'll be so self-conscious I'm unlikely to forget myself and grope his ass in front of my Dad or something. But I'm not sure I trust Riley to behave. He's so much more touchy-feely than me and way more into PDA than I am. Normally I don't mind that, but with my parents around it's a different matter.

"What's up?" I feel his hand on my thigh as he interrupts my thoughts.

"Uh..." I turn to look at him. I'm not sure how to broach it, but I feel like I need to say something. "At my parent's house, I don't think I'll feel comfortable with us acting like..." I search for the words. "Being too..."

"Being too demonstrative?" He smirks at me.

"Yeah," I say in relief. "I mean, I love that when it's just us - and even around our friends is okay now. But not in front of my parents, not yet."

"Okay," he shrugs.

I smile, grateful. "Thanks, Ri." I'll make it up to you when we get back home.

He gives a dirty chuckle and wiggles his eyebrows at me. "I'll hold you to that!"

XOXOXOX

My mom meets us at the station. I see her car and she gets out to greet us as we walk towards it. She hugs and kisses me and then turns to Riley. He offers her his hand but as she takes it, she leans in and kisses him briefly on the cheek too.

"Riley," she beams. "It's lovely to meet you."

"You too, Mrs Mc Carty," he smiles back.

"Please, call me Mary," she insists.

"Okay, Mary, thank you. And thank you for having me come to stay."

"You're welcome dear. You're obviously important to Emmett, so we're all excited to meet you." She glances at me and I try not to blush at the exchange.

Mom keeps up conversation with Riley as we load our bags into the trunk of the car, and they continue talking on the drive back to my parent's place. He chats away with her, relaxed and confident as she asks him about his classes at school and his family. I can tell that she likes him right away. I don't know why I worried that she wouldn't - Riley's very good at being charming, everyone likes him.

When we pull up in the driveway I'm disappointed to see that Dad's car isn't there. I was hoping to get all the introductions out of the way.

"Is Dad out?" I ask.

"Yes, Claire has a hockey match today - he took her and is staying to watch. They'll be back in time for lunch. Why don't you show Riley around? Take your bags up, I've put Riley in the spare room."

Her tone is breezy but I see a tell-tale flush on her cheeks as she mentions sleeping arrangements. I feel a jolt of disappointment. I don't know what I'd been expecting. Having Riley share my room under my parent's roof would be kind of weird anyway... but somehow having them put him in a separate room when they know that we live together normally feels wrong too.

It's not something I'm going to challenge though, so I just nod. "Okay, come on, Ri - let's go."

He follows me up the stairs. My parents house is tall with three floors. My parent's room, Garrett's old room, Claire's room and my dad's office are all the middle level. I lead him up the second flight to the top floor where the landing has three doors. My room is on one side, the spare room is on the other and they're separated by a bathroom. I push open the door to the spare room.

"This is yours, I'm just across the landing." He follow me inside. It's a large room with dormer windows and a double bed.

Riley puts his bag down on the floor and looks around. "Cool." He turns to look at me. "It's going to be weird not sharing with you though."

I don't think we've spent a night apart since Christmas, except for the last time I came here to visit.

"I know," I sigh. "I hadn't really thought about sleeping arrangements. Sorry about this."

"It's okay," he shrugs, then grins wickedly. "It's not far across the landing anyway."

I leave him and go across to my room to unpack. He comes in a few minutes later and looks around. It's the same as it was when I left it to go away to college and I feel self-conscious as he takes it all in. It's cluttered with stuff; books, sports trophies, a few action figures that I've grown out of but never got around to ditching. He takes in the magazine pictures of scantily-clad, hot girls on the wall over my bed and his lips twitch in amusement.

"Nice visuals," he chuckles. "I bet those were inspiring."

I look at the pictures objectively; I definitely still find them attractive.

But then I look at Riley and he's real - and he's here, in my bedroom. The place where I used to jack off every morning before school for years. Just looking at him makes me horny. I walk over and grab his hips, pulling him close and kissing his neck. It's warm and he smells gorgeous and it makes my dick swell. I really want to fuck him, right now. But I know that's not an option in the middle of the day with my mom downstairs, and Dad and Claire due back any time. I kiss my way up to his lips and make do with his mouth for now. He kisses me back, his lips parting as his hands slide under my t-shirt and skate over the skin of my back making me shudder. I slide my hands round to cup has ass and press closer and he hums into my mouth.

But then we both hear the sound of the front door and voices downstairs, so we separate reluctantly.

"I guess I'd better take you down to meet the others then," I adjust my dick. It's still hard but it won't be for long. My awkwardness at introducing Riley to my Dad for the first time should take care of that pretty damn quickly.

We head down and find everyone in the kitchen. They all turn and smile expectantly as we enter.

"Hi Dad, Claire. This is Riley."

Riley shakes my Dad's hand as they exchange greetings, and grins at Claire who blushes and smiles back. Dad moves over to welcome me too and pulls me into a brief hug. "Good to see you son," he smiles.

There's an awkward pause where no one seems to know what to say next. It feels very surreal being here in my family home with Riley. Two previously very distinct parts of my life are merging and it's unsettling.

I'm relieved when my mom breaks the tension by giving us jobs to do. She has pizzas in the oven for lunch and there's salad to make and the table to set. She gets Dad on the salad making while Riley and I are given table setting duty. Claire's exempt from helping as she needs to shower after her hockey match.

By the time Claire's back down and we're ready to eat, the moment of weirdness has passed and I'm feeling more relaxed again.

Lunch passes uneventfully. Riley is on his best behaviour. I glance sideways at him occasionally in admiration as he charms my mother and sister and manages to put Dad at ease too. They quiz him about his family and school, and ask about what he wants to do after college. He tells them about his plans to work in advertising and they seem impressed. Mom, in particular, is hanging on his every word.

We all pitch in with the clearing up after lunch and then drift off to do our own thing. Claire has homework, Dad's brought work home too and Mom's heading to a yoga class a little later. It's a nice day outside so Riley and I decide to go for a walk around the neighborhood so I can show him the sights - what limited sights there are in a quiet suburban area anyway.

We walk side by side but not touching. We pass my elementary school and go around the next block to the playground where I spent so many hours of my childhood, and then my teenage years hanging out in the evening. We lean on the fence and watch the kids playing in the park as I reminisce.

"I had my first kiss there." I point to the play equipment that's kind of a cross between a climbing frame and a pirate ship. "I was fourteen and this girl, Susie lured me under the shelter to get out of the rain one evening and stuck her tongue down my throat."

Riley laughs. "I'm sure you were traumatized."

"I groped her boobs too," I remember the feeling of scratchy lace under my palms, and how fucking excited I was. "I figured she was up for it so I should try and get as much experience I could while I had the chance. She sat on my lap and wriggled a lot, I nearly came in my pants."

"I like it when you come in your pants," Riley smirks.

I glare at him. I know from sticky experience that he does. The little fucker takes it as a challenge sometimes to make me jizz in my underwear without even getting my dick out.

"Fuck you," I grumble.

"Yes please." Riley sidles closer until our shoulders touch. He waits a moment, and when I don't move away he puts an arm around me and nuzzles my neck with his cold nose, making me yelp.

"Tomorrow," I say. "I'm not fucking you in my parents' house. Really not."

"We'll see."

That sounds ominous.

XOXOXOX

We chill out back home for the rest of the afternoon, watching TV - carefully sitting at opposite end of the couch. Having all that space between us feels so wrong when we're normally so tactile, but I'm constantly aware that we could be interrupted at any minute.

Of course the one moment that I relax and let Riley move over and kiss me, just briefly on the lips, is the moment that Claire chooses to walk in. We freeze, my hand on Riley's thigh, still leaning in close to each other. My instincts tell me to spring away from him, but I resist. He's my boyfriend, I'm allowed to kiss him.

"Hey, guys," Claire grins at us knowingly. But that's all the reaction we get, she just looks amused and joins us in front of the TV with no comment, curling up in the armchair adjacent to the couch.

I relax again and Riley stays where he is, sitting right up next to me and at some point he takes my hand which is still resting on his leg and laces our fingers together.

A little later he excuses himself, and goes to the bathroom, leaving Claire and me alone.

"He's cute," she comments, her eyes still on the TV.

I feel my mouth curve into a grin. "Yeah, he's pretty cool."

When Riley comes back he resumes his position next to me and I turn and brush a kiss on his cheek. He seems surprised but turns, giving me a quick smile. His face always lights up when he smiles, sometimes it nearly takes my breath away.

When I hear Mom start to clatter around in the kitchen I go through to ask her if she needs any help, leaving Riley with Claire.

"Hey, Mom. Anything I can do?"

"That's sweet of you, dear. There's vegetables to peel and chop to go with the chicken." She gestures to the stuff that's already out on the kitchen surface.

I get to it while she works on getting a chicken dish ready to go in the oven.

"Riley seems like lovely boy," Mom says as she tips the chicken into the hot pan. "He's very charming."

I smile, remembering the spell he cast on her over lunch. "Yeah, he is."

"I'm glad you've found someone you really care about." The chicken sizzles as she pushes it around. "You know it doesn't matter to us that it happens to be a boy... a man." She corrects herself.

"Yes, Mom. You've made that pretty clear." I smile at her and she rests the spatula on the edge of the pan, moving over and standing on tiptoes to hug me.

"I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too, Mom."

XOXOXOX

Garrett joins us for dinner. He went to college close to home and has stayed in the area, so he's only a short drive away. He greets Riley with a handshake and a slap on the shoulder and gives me one of his usual bear hugs.

"Hey, Riley. Good to see you again, Man. You too, Baby Bro."

Dinner's a laid-back occasion. The food is great and the atmosphere at the table is relaxed and celebratory. Mom and Dad are drinking wine but Riley and I opt for beer instead. Garrett joins us. He's going to stay over in his old room tonight so he doesn't have to drive back.

I'm sitting next to Riley and his knee brushes mine under the table with what feels like increasingly deliberate pressure while we're eating dessert. I'm buzzed from the couple of beers I've had so I press back. Every now and again he drops his hand and casually caresses my leg under the tablecloth just for a moment, not for long enough that anyone might notice. He's making me horny and I shift in my seat, wishing I could adjust my dick but not daring to draw attention to myself. Riley catches the movement and smirks slightly.

"So did Emmett tell you exactly how he told me about him and Riley?" Garrett's voice makes me whip my head round and glare at him. He grins at me, undaunted. "Or rather, totally failed to actually tell me properly until the cat was out of the bag."

Riley chuckles next to me. "Yeah... oops."

Mom, Dad and Claire are looking at Garrett with undisguised interest, so I cover my face with my hands as he regales them with the story while Riley squeezes my knee in amused sympathy under the table.

Garrett and Claire are falling about laughing, Mom and Riley are giggling, and when I peek through my fingers to see their reactions even Dad's grinning.

"Well that's one way to do it I guess," Dad chuckles. "Like ripping off a band-aid."

"Yeah, well," I flush and grin reluctantly. "Riley probably did me a favor. If I'd been left to my own devices I'm not sure I'd ever have managed to tell him."

XOXOXOX

We sit around in the living room for a while after dinner, the TV's on but everyone's still talking and we're only half watching it, hopping channels looking for something entertaining.

Riley takes an arm chair, while I squeeze onto the bigger of the two couches with Claire and Garrett. I keep catching Riley's eye and it's making me sweat. I know he's planning dirty things and I'm half-thrilled, half-appalled at the prospect of doing anything that he's thinking about under my parent's roof. I also know that if he's determined, resistance is futile. I'm just glad that my room's on a different floor than everyone else's.

Claire's the first to start yawning and head up to bed, worn out by her hockey match, followed shortly by Mom and Dad. The looks that Riley's giving me are scorching now. His eyes are dark in the dim light and every time I glance over at him they're turned on me. I keep checking that Garrett hasn't noticed anything but he's absorbed on something that he's found to watch on MTV.

Riley's legs are sprawled, relaxed and his right hand rests casually on his upper thigh. My eyes keep coming back to it and I swear it moves slightly higher each time I look. When I notice him rubbing little surreptitious circles into his groin with his thumb I've had enough of waiting.

I heave myself upright and stretch, my spine cracking as my muscles flex. "I'm tired, d'you wanna head up, Ri?"

"They haven't put you in the same room have they?" Garrett asks in amazement.

"Nope," I shrug and frown a little, "but Riley's just across the landing." I wiggle my eyebrows at my brother who grins.

"They never let Kate stay in my room either when we were going out, just so you know."

Kate is Garrett's ex. They dated for a few months last year but she had to move away for work so they'd called things off reluctantly, but by mutual agreement.

"I didn't realize," I say, surprised. I'd just assumed that they would have let them sleep in the same room. Knowing that they didn't, makes me feel much better about them not putting Riley and me in together. It's just a parent thing, and nothing to do with Riley and me specifically making them uncomfortable. "So anyway, are you coming, Riley?"

"Not yet he isn't," Garrett laughs and I roll my eyes, grabbing a cushion off the couch and chucking it at his head. He ducks and fends it off. "Come on, you couldn't expect me to miss an opportunity like that."

Riley's laughing as he stands up and follows me out of the room and up the stairs.

On the first flight he gropes my ass a little.

On the second flight he gropes my ass a lot.

I slap his hands away. "Do you want me to fall down the fucking stairs? Quit being so handsy."

"Shut up, you love it," he murmurs as he slides a warm palm around my hip and plucks at the elastic on my underwear, snapping it against my skin.

When we reach the landing I head for the bathroom. Riley's impatient, and so am I. But I want to keep the opening and closing of doors and walking around to a minimum. I piss while he brushes his teeth and gropes my ass again. That shit's off-putting and I tell him so, but he ignores me as usual. Then we swap but I leave his ass alone. I look at it though, I've been resisting the urge to ogle it all day. It looks damn fine through his skinny jeans but it's gonna look even better when I peel them the fuck off him, any minute now.

We creep quietly into my room and I close and lock the door, just in case. I switch on the lamp by the bed and turn off the overhead light. Riley's already stripping off his t-shirt and I watch the graceful stretch of his body as he pulls it over his head. He kicks off his sneakers and reaches for the button on his jeans but I stop him.

"Wait, leave those on for now."

He raises an eyebrow but complies, crawling onto the bed and lying back with his arms folded behind his head. "How about you then? You gonna get naked for me, baby?"

He always likes to watch me strip for him, so I tease him by doing it extra slow. His eyes are hungry as he watches me peel my t-shirt slowly up and off. I toe off my shoes and stoop to pull my socks off. I watch him watching me, as I unfasten the top button of my fly. He licks his lips deliberately, filthily and my stomach swoops with want.

I unfasten the rest of them and push my pants slowly down with my underwear until my cock springs free. Riley's lips are parted, glossy and wet, and he licks them again as I tug on my dick a few times. I'm so fucking hard for him and he hasn't even touched me yet.

I pull my pants and briefs all the way down and kick them off. Then I move and kneel on the bed by Riley's feet to pull his socks off. I rub his feet, teasing the arches with my thumbs until he squirms and giggles. His feet are really ticklish. His face turns serious again as soon as I stop and his eyes drop to my cock.

"I wanna suck you." His voice is low and dirty and I want his mouth on me. But first I want to get him naked.

"Soon."

I reach for the fly of his jeans and lean forward to kiss and lick at his flat belly as I unfasten them and start to push them down his hips, still leaving his underwear on. He's wearing his Batman undies and he looks hot as fuck in them. His pants get stuck before I've managed to get them even halfway off his ass. Fucking skinny jeans again. Luckily I'm kind of an expert at getting the fuckers off now. I sit up and pull while he wriggles obligingly, lifting his hips. Once we get to a certain point I reach back and pull them off his feet and suddenly with a whoosh they finally come off.

I toss them aside and hear the soft thud as they hit the floor but my eyes are fixed on the boy in front of me. My boy, lying in my bed. The dim light paints every dip of his body in shadow. His defined abs show clearly and I run my hands over them, feeling their texture. His batman boxer briefs sit low on his hips and I trace the shape of the bones there with my thumbs above the yellow elastic. His cock is pushing hard against the fabric under the bat motif and I lower my head and suck along his length through the material, feeling him twitch under my tongue.

"These have to go too, Batman." He raises his hips for me again and I lift the briefs over his cock and help him kick them off.

I move back to take his cock in my mouth but he stops me, half sitting up.

"I want to suck you too." He's impatient, pulling at my shoulder and my hip.

I realize what he's trying to do and turn around, straddling him so that my cock is over his face and his is pointing towards me eagerly. I lift it up and suck it into my mouth and at the same time I feel him pull mine back and angle it so he can reach it with his lips and tongue.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of licking and sucking and ragged breathing. The odd quiet moan escapes as one of us does something particularly amazing, but we're mindful of where we are and who's downstairs. I feel my thighs start to quiver as I get close. I've been horny on and off all day thanks to Riley and his teasing. I try to hold off and concentrate on him, but it's no good. As he takes me deeper and sucks harder, he squeezes my balls gently and runs a finger down the cleft of my ass. As he grazes my hole I feel my balls tighten and the pulse and spurt as I fill his mouth, my body shuddering over him.

He keeps sucking until I'm finished and then pulls off and nuzzles my balls. My legs are trembling for real now and he gently pushes me until I release his cock and roll onto my back. He straddles me, sitting high on my chest. I crane my neck to reach his cock and he grabs a pillow and passes it to me. Propped up now, the angle is perfect and he pushes in, fucking my mouth as I lick and suck around him. I hold his hips to control the depth of his thrusts, but he's careful, even though he's getting close to coming.

"Fuck... yeah..." he mutters, his movements becoming less coordinated.

Then with a final push he's there, and I taste his hot salt on my tongue. I choke a little, it's hard to swallow with my neck at this angle and he pulls out to help me get it down. I pull on his hips again, parting my lips to suck his cock as it slowly softens and he hums with pleasure and threads his fingers into my hair.

Eventually we move, pulling underwear and t-shirts back on and climbing into my bed together, wrapped around each other.

"Is it okay if I stay for a while?" Riley asks. "I'll set the alarm on my phone for five or something."

"Of course," I murmur, tightening my arms around him. "I don't want you to go either."

"Good night then," he yawns, sleepy now.

He feels warm and solid in my arms and there's a smile on my face that I can't suppress. "Night, Ri. Sleep well."

A/N: I thought of at least two possible outtakes while writing this chapter too. This fic is turning into a monster, damn out of control oneshots *mutters*

Right I'm off to bed now...