'Thomas?' Guy Man looked over at his friend. 'I think... I'm ready.'

The last few weeks had been very busy. The tour finally ended last night and all day they had been finalizing preparations for the next official recordings. Every night Thomas had snuck Guy Man into his bed in the back room, just to talk and cuddle. To fall asleep into each other, feeling the over due heat. Both Thomas and Guy Man had desperately wanted something more but both were a bit nervous, and only were brave enough to touch each other over fabric.

'What?' Thomas rolled over, his voice full of sleep and curiosity. 'What did you say?' He sat up on his elbows.

'I'm – I want you. Je veux te faire l'amour.'

Thomas blinked twice. 'Oh. I thought you said that.'

'I mean if you're not comfortable yet I unders-.'

'Non! Non, I am. I very much am. Are You comfortable with this?'

'I just fucking said I'm ready, Thomas.'

'Well, yes.' Thomas laughed. 'I just want to make sure it's not somehow me pushing you to.'

'Non, I want to.' They was a silence as the two just looked at each other, a slight uncomfortable silence.

'Thomas!'

'Oui!'

Guy Man laughed and took Thomas's face in his head. 'I'd like to commence the love making if you don't mind.' He leaned over to Thomas giving him kisses to his neck and cheek. He let his fingers run through the beautiful curls as he gave Thomas a grand hickey just above his collar bone. Thomas moved his body over Guy Man, moaning softly with each lick. 'You seem... unhappy?' Guy Man stopped when he heard Thomas's unsettled moans. Pulling up to look straight at Thomas, he cocked his head truly seeing a concerning face.

'I am happy, Guy Man. I'm very happy to be with you, and – and to be doing this with you. But I wanted to take you out like a proper date.'

'Hmm, I have to disagree. There is no proper date.' Guy Man kissed Thomas. 'There is only the present, no regrets. Please continue to please me, won't you? He tugged at Thomas's sleeve, letting Thomas know it was time to shed the barriers.

Thomas sat up, stripped himself of his shirt and threw it into tomorrow's issues. He happily discarded Guy Man's as well. The two sat silent for a while, letting their chests get to know each other and kissing like young teenagers. Finally having had enough of giggles and young love, Guy Man pulled away from Thomas, removing his pajama pants. He was left with his now very tight underpants. Thomas took notice of Guy Man's growing impatience, and started to strip himself but Guy Man stopped him.

'Ah, actually. Thomas? Can you keep those on?' Guy Man blushed, biting his lip.

'I thought we were going to have sex?' Thomas face dropped with sadness. He was very cute this way. Guy Man smiled at him.

'I want you to keep them on while we do. It's a little embarrassing, but it's kind of a thing I'm into.' Guy Man sighed loudly. When he was on his own after agreeing to the promise, he had to make do with imagination. Very often would he be in the shower, imagining Thomas taking him from behind with all of his clothes on. He imagined that suddenly at the record story, Thomas would pull Guy Man's shorts down, and pull out his erection and fuck him silently in the back section. He would constantly imagine, while at the dinner table, himself sitting on Thomas, bouncing on him with a skirt on and no underwear. He would always think of Thomas, whispering 'You're very naughty, Guy Man, what if your mere could hear? What if Paul were to walk in and see you, bouncing on my dick like a whore?' Guy Man would shutter and come where he was, whether it was in the shower or in his pants at the dinner table.

Thomas nodded without a word, only able to imagine what he had been missing out in that big brain of Guy Man's. 'Ok-Okay.' His previous lover didn't have any preferences to sex so this was a bit of a surprize, though not really when Thomas thought about it. Guy Man always did have a great sense of what he wanted. 'What you like us to do? How can I make your fantasies into reality?'

Guy Man crawled off the bed, reaching out to Thomas. 'Come – come here.' Thomas followed. 'First we have to prepare better.' He nodded to Thomas, getting his lubrication out of his knapsack. He slid his underwear off, bearing all for his friend.

'Jeesus, Guy Man.' Thomas blushed, looking away. He was glad it wasn't him to be fucked first. Guy Man was what he could only describe as well endowed. 'Wow.' Guy Man laughed, happily ripped the plastic lining off of it. 'If we're going to do Your fantasy, at least cater to one of my own desires?' Guy Man nodded with the face of an eager child. 'I want you to finger yourself.'

Guy Man licked his lips, thinking to himself. He opened the foil lining off and spread the purple liquid onto his palm and fingers. He laid back on the bed, spreading his legs toward Thomas who was busy preparing his own body. Thomas had slipped his hand into his pants, stroking himself until Guy Man was properly polished. Guy Man took his erection in one hand and moved the other to penetrate himself. He held in a breath as he pushed the first finger in, his chest collapsing from the new feeling, a sensation he hadn't felt in a long while.

'No, no don't force yourself not to breathe. Relax, Guy Man.' Thomas leaned down, petting Guy Man's face. Guy Man leaned into the touch, relaxing around his finger. He pushed his muscles to contract, the feeling pullling his finger farther in. He pulled out, trying two fingers now.

'Thomas, please?' Guy Man pleaded to his friend who's eyes had blackened with ecstasy. He had pulled his erection through the hole of his pajama pants, a very attractive scene to Guy Man.

'Non, touch yourself. It'll feel better.'

Guy Man did as he was told. He dragged his fingers up his length, stopping at his slit. He swirled his finger tip around it and softly pressing into it.

'Good lord, Guy Man. You are a beautiful sight.' He tightened the grip on himself, moaning at the thought of how hard we would make Guy Man scream. 'Okay, okay. You can stop now. It's my turn.'

Guy Man removed his fingers slowly, sitting up when finished. 'I'd like to lie on my stomach.'

'That's fine.' Thomas nodded as Guy Man did so. He took the lubrication from the bed and coated himself slick. 'Just breathe, and tell me how you feel.' Thomas took hold of Guy Man's bare ass, massaging the muscle, almost brave enough to spank. He'd save that for another fantasy. He breathed in heavily and directed himself to just press in and stop there for a second. He eased in, trying his hardest to ignore the painful groans from Guy Man. 'Guy Man, my sweet, I know it's hurts, you can tell me to stop anytime you need me to, yes?' Thomas squeezed a bit more lubrication onto his penis, massaging it around.

Guy Man nodded, pushing back to help Thomas. His groans of pain subsided when Thomas finally got his length deep inside. They let each other settle before Thomas took Guy Man's shoulders and set a steady pace.

'Okay, okay yes. A little faster!' Guy Man smiled through the mix of pain and pleasure. Thomas complied, gripping harder onto his shoulders for leverage.

'Harder? Or is this fine?' Thomas kissed Guy Man's neck, giving him all the reins this time.

'Non, this is perfect, merci.' Guy Man leaned his head back with pleasure, obviously having his nerves hit in the right way. He pushed back onto Thomas earning an excited moan from him. The feeling of fabric was like some sin to him, an unapproved style of sex he always wanted. He could sense Thomas's body, but couldn't feel it. He wondered if anyone else truly understood his desire. There was an amazing feeling but Guy Man wanted to twist his fantasy around. 'Thomas, could you put your shirt on, and removed what you have on now?'

Thomas pulled out, giving Guy Man a tender smack to his needy ass. He chuckled as Guy Man tightened himself from the pain. He pulled his shirt back onto his torso and removed his pants and underwear. 'Would you like your shirt?'

Guy Man hadn't thought of that, surprisingly. 'Oui, okay.' He leaned up, catching the shirt thrown to him. He put his shirt back on in time to be attacked by Thomas.

'Okay, we tried it your way, but now I want to look at you. I want to see your face you orgasm with my name on your tongue.' Thomas left kisses on Guy Man's jaw and neck. 'I want you to see mine.' A kiss and lick on each nipple. 'I want you to writhe underneath me, your legs in the air with no dignity.' He was becoming too hard. Thomas quick put his erection back to Guy Man's entrance.

'But, I'm nervous about that.' Guy Man whined, giggling at the kisses and licks.

'You'll be fine, my love. You have the most beautiful body and mind I have ever experienced.'