A/N: Here's the plan. In chapters where plot development isn't deeply tied to emotions, I will write in the third-person omniscient. I'm going to continue to write in first-person from both POVs in chapters where the emotions or individual thoughts will count more towards the story. If you prefer, you may choose to read just one of the POVs as they will both give the plot.
Also, I'm sorry if this chapter seems a bit awkward; I'm not super great at writing sex scenes.
Warning: Graphic male/male sex scene. If you don't like it, don't read it. It does happen in relationships though, so I felt the need to write it.
Josh's POV
Sex: I'm pretty sure I'm about to have it; and with Aidan, no less.
We're both concerned about our demons, so we start slow. I kiss him softly and he breaks contact. Then he kisses me and I pull away. We both go in for the third kiss and neither one of us is going to back down now. The kissing quickly rises to the intensity of that first time, on the couch. Again, I feel the wolf just under my skin, struggling to get out. It's daunting, but I can't stop now. I'm in this. No matter what.
I fall to the bed, pulling Aidan down on top of me. Our lips never break contact, but Aidan's hands move under my shirt from my hips up my back until they flatten out and pull our torsos together so tight that it gets a little hard to breath. I don't bother trying to push away, though; it feels too good for that.
Instead, I roll us over and grind my hips into him. I can tell he is a little surprised by my aggressive behavior - in fact, I'm a little surprised myself - but, he doesn't stop kissing me. He just slides one hand back down to my hip and assists my thrusts.
By now I have a raging hard on, and, even through four layers of clothing, I can tell he does too. The fact that there is fabric between us is beginning to piss me off. I don't know if it's me or if it's the wolf - or maybe a little of both - but I push up off of him and rip his shirt off, buttons flying everywhere and the seam along the back pulling apart. For a brief moment, a look of shock appears on his face, but then he smiles devilishly and his eyes turn black. I know I should be afraid, but I'm not. I look into those pitch black eyes and see my own reflected back. They are golden, practically glowing with some strange feral instinct.
He rips my shirt open; tearing it from my body in the same fashion I removed his. A part of me is angry that we just destroyed some of our best clothes, but I am much more concerned with increasing our bodily contact at this point. Pushing my bare torso against his, I can feel the heat from my body draining into him. The friction between our skin builds the heat to the point where his body is almost as warm as mine. "Aidan…" I growl, "More…"
He indulges me, ripping my pants open and sliding them off of me, then undoing his own and intertwining our legs. He rolls us back over so he is on top and begins to kiss his way down my neck to my chest. He gazes up at me for a brief moment and I nod along, seeing where this is going.
He pulls off my boxers and grips my cock. Sliding it into his mouth, I groan deeply and loudly. I feel his teeth graze lightly over my dick and let out a little yelp. He pulls away quickly, concerned. His eyes have reverted to their normal hazel coloring, which is a clear sign he's about to stop. But, I am still feeling the wolf coursing through my veins, and it gives me more than enough confidence to sit up, pull our bodies together, and kiss him passionately. When I pull away, his eyelids flutter open to reveal his pleasure in those intense, black spheres.
We both want more, but he is still hesitant to go back to that, so I decide to return the favor. I turn him around and push him down onto the bed. I kiss my way down his body from his neck to the base of his stomach, removing his underwear as I slide down him. I lick the tip of his head and tease a little before pulling him into my mouth. He groans and weaves his fingers through my hair, urging me on. After some time, I feel the need for more bodily contact.
While I lift myself back up off of him, Aidan lets out a low grunt, disapproving of my departure from the previous activity, but as I lie down on top of him and align our cocks in my fist, he returns to his pleasured moans. "What's this?" he asks, motioning to our crotches.
I'm a little embarrassed internally because I learned about this on Wikipedia, but I'm more proud of myself because I know something about this that he doesn't. "What?" I ask innocently. "You didn't know about frotting?"
He gives me a puzzled look, but when I rub them together through my hand, his eyes roll back and he moans again. We are connected along the full length of our bodies, and friction of our frottage is not limited to our cocks. Since I was just giving him a blow job, Aidan comes first. However, the pulsing of his orgasm causes me to come shortly after.
The warm, viscous fluid covers his stomach, and as I lay down on top of him, it covers me as well. I'm breathing heavily, exhausted from the waves of ecstasy that had rolled through me. His chest lifts and lowers me, and I can tell that he is worn out from the event, too. Suddenly, the pace of his chest's movement becomes hastened and erratic. As I become more aware of this change, I can hear his soft chuckling in my ear. 'What's so funny?" I ask, slightly offended.
"We just made such a mess." The wolf is almost entirely out of my system now and I realize that we are covered in semen, and that the bed sheets are probably dirty now, too.
I lift myself up in my disgust. The smell is overwhelming. It isn't bad; it's musky and powerful, but not bad. I don't want to offend him, but my OCD is kicking in and I need to get clean. "I'm sorry, but I have to take a shower."
He seems to understand, so I jump out of the bed and run to the bathroom. I turn on the warm water and wipe off with some of the moist towelettes that I keep in there for OCD emergencies just like this. Just as I open the shower curtain to step in, Aidan patters into the room and gives me a look that I can't quite decipher. I pause, hand on the curtain and slightly uncomfortable with the casual way he is leaning against the doorway. "What?" I ask, not getting the memo.
"Can I join you?" He shakes his head, trying to point out the obvious nature of his inquiry.
"What do you-" I cut myself off as I realize that he means in the shower. "Oh… That… sounds like a fantastic idea." I can't believe I hadn't thought of it earlier, actually. If we do stuff in the shower, we stay clean while we get dirty.
I climb into the shower and he follows. Standing beneath the flowing water, he rinses our ejaculate off of his stomach and then grabs the wash cloth. "Want me to get your back?" he asks almost jokingly. But, that sounds awesome to me. This relationship is going to be awesome. Plus, we can save on our water bill now. God, I am such a nerd. I should be thinking about the fact that he is now reaching around me and sliding his hands over my naked body while pressing our torsos together; but, instead, I am thinking about the financial and hygienic aspects of our partnership. I give myself a mental face-palm, quietly thinking, Stupid.
I grab the soap and rub the suds all over our bodies. He continues to scrub us down with the washcloth and I swear I'm in heaven. It's like I'm in an OCD porno. They should make one of those. I know I'd watch it. God, I am so stupid! Back to reality. He's sliding his hands down my lower back and pulling me in close. I kiss his neck, and realize why they don't make OCD pornos. The soap tastes awful and I almost fall backwards pushing myself away from him and spitting the awful taste out.
"What? Do I taste bad?" He looks a little offended.
"No! No, it's the soap! You taste good. Trust me." I try my hardest to roll my eyebrows on that last part, but I probably just made myself look like a fool.
"Well, if the soap tastes so bad, we should rinse off and get out of here." I can see the innuendo there, and I quickly wash all of the residue from my body. I jump out of the shower first, slipping on the tile. He catches me and we both laugh a little at my clumsiness. I grab a towel and toss him one, too.
Drying myself off, I stroll into the bedroom and do a quick inspection of the sheets. They actually managed to stay clean, so I turn around to see Aidan walking through the door, completely naked and entirely too casual about it. He is drying off his hair, and when he meets my gaze he drops the towel. "You want to do it again?" I swear he's acting like we've done it a million times and I'm still behaving like a nervous teenager.
"Aidan, we have to work tomorrow. We should probably just go to bed." He looks at me with wide eyes, practically ripping my heart to shreds with his expression. "But…" The ends of his mouth curl upwards. "I don't see any reason we can't spoon." He is clearly a little disappointed at this, but I don't think I'll be going to the work tomorrow if we do it again.
I pull him into the bed and drape the sheets over us. I roll so that I am facing away from him and he wraps his arms around me kissing up my neck. I interlace our fingers and turn my head to kiss him back. We both know nothing else is going to happen tonight. But, at least we've made it to the point where we sleep in the same bed. And, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have the best sleep ever tonight.
Aidan's POV
Keep calm… Keep calm… Keep calm…
We're going to have sex. I've been mentally preparing myself for a week now, but I'm still not sure I'll be able to control myself. He kisses me softly, but I pull away. I'm concerned; but, he said he trusts me, and if he can trust me, then I can trust myself. I kiss him and he breaks away. I don't know if he's afraid of me, or of having sex, or even if he's afraid of the wolf, but the scent of fear is fading from him quickly, so I go back in for another kiss. This time, neither of us break away.
The kissing and touching quickly get intense. He pulls me to the bed without breaking our kiss. I trace my hands along the contours of his back beneath his shirt. Then, with admittedly excessive force, I pull our bodies together, giving in to my overpowering desire for contact. I kiss him with passion that approaches animalistic lust. I can feel the beast within me growing in influence, but I can resist it as long as it's Josh here with me.
He rolls me over and thrust his hips into me. The shock of his abnormally forceful behavior pushes the monster back into my subconscious for a moment. I don't stop kissing him; this aggression of his is actually quite stimulating. So, I grab his ass and push him down onto me with greater strength.
My boner is aching against my jeans, and I am trying to figure out a way to get our pants off without making it seem like I'm rushing things. Suddenly, Josh picks himself up off of me and rips off my shirt with so much force that I am sure the wolf is bubbling up within him. Now that I know he has his strength, I can unleash my own. Grinning, I let my eyes go dark. He gazes down at me and the wolf is apparent in his eyes. It's actually quite beautiful. There is an animalistic golden glow that I feel I should fear, but I just want to embrace him.
I rend his shirt from him, tearing it with the same strength which he used on mine. He's going to be pissed at me later for wrecking one of his favorite shirts, but I can handle his anger if I get to have contact with more of his skin. I'm used to not having any heat, but as we rub together, I steal his warmth and I am actually getting hot. I'm really okay with the friction between us now, but, when Josh growls out, "Aidan… More…" I'm more than happy to oblige.
I rip his pants open, popping the button off and then slipping them down his legs and throwing them on the floor. I move as quickly as possible to remove my own pants, and toss them aside so I can continue. I reposition us so that I am lying on top of him. I wrap my legs around his to try to increase our skin contact, but it isn't enough stimulation, so I kiss down his neck, using all of my will power to keep from biting down. I move to his chest and give him a look to convey my intentions. He understands, and nods slightly, the glow in his eyes growing.
I rip his boxers off slide his dick into my mouth. His groans signal that I am getting him more than a little aroused. Unfortunately, I have let my inner monster loose a little too much. My fangs have grown out and I accidentally graze him with them as I take him in. he lets out a high-pitched noise that signals his surprise and I immediately pull away. Focusing all of my energy, I dispel my intense feelings and withdraw my fangs and blackened eyes. I don't think I can continue this when I know I've lost this much control already.
But, Josh lifts himself to a seated position and pulls me into an intense kiss. With that, I allow myself to slip back into my natural form, but I make sure my fangs stay small. He pulls away and stares into my eyes. I can tell he wants more, but I can't go back down on him for fear that I may hurt him.
He seems to realize this and pushes me down onto the bed. He makes a trail of light kisses down my body and my eyes are trembling with bliss. He pulls off my underwear as he slides his bare body across my skin. He licks the tip of my penis and I literally quiver with pleasure. He takes me in and I run my fingers through his adorably messy hair.
It goes on for a while, and I even think I may orgasm here; but, Josh pulls himself up off of me. I give a guttural grunt, but then he does this strange thing. He lies down on top of me and grips my cock and his in a single hand. The feel of the tender skin of his against the most sensitive part of my own is practically enough to make me come here and now. I moan loudly and he gives and almost gleeful response.
"What's this?" I ask, waving a hand at the current state of our cocks.
"What? You don't know about frotting?" he asks as innocently as he possibly can in his prideful state. I'm sure he's having a little party inside since he finally knows some sexual thing that I don't. I know I've been around a long time, but having sex with men is not something I do all that often.
He begins to squeeze our conjoined dicks through his hands and the intense friction between us makes me come with an intense and almost violent spasm. I can't be sure, but I think the shaking from my ejaculation causes him to come as well. The warm ejaculate covers me, and then he lies down on top of me, pressing the warmth into me.
I know he's still got the wolf in him, but Josh is going to freak out when he comes to from the sex haze. The come is covering our torsos and it probably got on the bed. I start laughing at the situation, and, after a while, Josh gives me a glare. "What's so funny?" he asks. Judging by his tone, he is probably thinking I am laughing at his sexual prowess.
"We just made a mess." I state it plainly, still laughing quietly to myself. He makes the connection and I can literally feel the OCD panic kicking in. He lifts himself up off of me with a look approaching nausea on his face. I can tell he wants to go clean himself off but he feels like it would offend me. "I'm sorry," he sighs, "but I have to take a shower." I give him my best it's fine look and he jumps off the bed.
He literally runs to the bathroom and I lie there for a moment, reveling in the ecstasy that we just experienced. I know there's so much more we can, and will, do. But, for now, that was most definitely a step in the right direction.
I hear him start the shower and I have a great idea. I get up and saunter into the bathroom, leaning against the door frame when I get there. He is holding the curtain and is hunched slightly, clearly not entirely comfortable being naked in the full light of the bathroom. I don't say anything. I know he doesn't read social cues well, but come on. A steamy shower and two people who literally just had what could be labeled as sex: who wouldn't see the point there?
Apparently, Josh wouldn't see the point, because after a moment he asked, "What?"
I shake my head to emphasize the clarity of the point I'm about to make. "Can I join you?"
"What do you-" I can't believe he almost asked what I meant by 'join him.' Sometimes I swear I need to write things in big neon letters so he'll understand what I'm saying. "Oh…" he makes the realization. "That… sounds like a fantastic idea."
I follow him into the shower and rinse our come off of my stomach. Then I grab the washcloth off of the hook and ask him if he wants me to do his back. The look on his face is priceless. He must be loving this. Not only does he get to be all cuddly, I am literally cleansing him. His OCD is probably having an orgasm.
He starts to soap us up and I laugh silently. I do have to admit though, it is rather intimate to clean one another. The feel of the warm water, the gentle and smooth touches, and the light fragrances of the various products in the room; it's all very… romantic?
Anyways, I slide my hands down his slippery body and pull him in close. He kisses my neck and then freaks out all of a sudden. He backs up and spits, clearly trying to get something out of his mouth.
"What?" I'm a little concerned now. "Do I taste bad?"
"No!" he almost shouts in acquiescence. "No, it's the soap! You taste good. Trust me." He does some sort of strange twitch with his eyebrows and I have to laugh at his botched attempt to be alluring.
I realize nothing's going to happen between us if we're covered in the foul tasting soap. So, I quickly suggest, "Well, if the soap tastes so bad, we should rinse off and get out of here." Thank God, he sees what I am saying and he quickly finishes up. He jumps out of the shower and just about drops straight to the ground.
I catch him, and when I am sure he has regained his balance, I laugh at his awkwardness. He laughs a little too and then grabs us both towels, throwing one to me and then walking briskly to his room as he dries off.
I take my time drying off and slowly follow him into the bedroom. I am drying my hair, so I don't see him staring at me until I finish. When I do see him, however, I drop my towel and meet his gaze. "You want to do it again?" I ask, feeling the excitement in my own voice.
"Aidan, we have to work tomorrow. We should probably just go to bed." I can tell he is going to be the responsible one in this relationship. It's just too bad. I would've loved to do it again. He can probably see the downed look on my face, so he compromises slightly, "But…" I'm feeling like this could go well for me. "I don't see any reason we can't spoon." Nevermind, the night is over.
He pulls me into bed, both of us still naked, and pulls the sheets over us. He puts his back to me and I wrap my arm around him like I did when he was sick. I kiss up his neck, the faint soap taste still a bit strange. Then, he wraps his fingers around mine and cranes his head back to kiss me. Nothing more will happen tonight, but it will eventually. Besides, I know this will be some of the best sleep I've ever had.