peeking out. His cock throbbed at the thought. God, what’s happening here?

“Ry, look at me.”

“Hm?” Ryan obediently looked up. He gazed into hazel brown eyes, willingly losing himself in

their depths. Ginger looked back at him, with the slightest frown, like he was searching for something.

“Ry...I want...I mean, would you –”

The movement of lips as he spoke drew Ryan’s gaze to that pretty mouth. Ryan wasn’t sure what

came over him; heat flooded his senses. Before Ginger could finish, Ryan leapt forward, threw his

arms around Ginger’s neck, and kissed him.

This was it, then. The moment of truth. Ryan almost expected to be thrown off. Ginger was still

only for a moment, as if stunned. Just as Ryan began to pull away, convinced he’d made a mistake,

Ginger’s arms locked around him, and his mouth pressed hard against his own.

As he was kissed back, it was Ryan’s turn to be stunned. This was what he wanted, what he’d

dreamed about for three whole years, but his brain couldn’t process what was happening. It took him a

long moment to realise he wasn’t in a dream, that the mouth against his was real. A whimper escaped

Ryan’s mouth.

Ginger pulled back, still holding him close. “Ry? I’m sorry, I –”

“No, it- it’s okay.” Ryan dragged him back, fitting his lips on Ginger’s, where they felt like they’d

been made to fit. Clarity finally rang through his mind, swirling with lust. All that time spent

wondering if Ginger liked guys, if Ginger would like him, and now – finally – he had his answer. Ryan

wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. Not ever.

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, seeking a deeper kiss with his tongue. As they kissed he

slid his hands around Ginger’s neck, fingers threading through soft, never ending hair. Ginger pressed

into him, pushing him against the counter. Ryan moaned when he felt Ginger’s hard on, his own cock

eagerly responding. Ryan hadn’t realised until now that he and Ginger were almost a perfect height

match for this. His cock hardened at the thought.

“Bedroom,” he breathed against Ginger’s lips. “Now.”

* * *

As soon as the bedroom door closed, they were kissing again. Ryan had always thought those

scenes in movies were total fantasy, where two people were so into each other that they knocked

things over in their bid to get to bed. Clearly, he’d been wrong. He heard his bookshelf rattle as his

backside bumped into it. A number of items fell off and crashed on the floor. Ryan couldn’t have

cared less. Ginger tried to stop, to check what had fallen, but Ryan wouldn’t let him. He pushed

Ginger toward his bed.

“Ryan, are you sure about this?” Ginger asked, their mouths close.

“Daniel, c’mon.” Ryan hands circled the man’s waist, pulling him close. He ground his erection

into Ginger’s, relishing the feel. “I – I just want....” I want something real, not dreams or nightmares

that aren’t even mine. I want you to make everything right, I want... Ryan took a steadying breath.

“Daniel, I want you.”

Ginger kissed him, and Ryan let himself be kissed. His hands delved under Ginger’s vest, feeling

smooth skin and the ridges of Ginger’s spine. Ryan felt like he couldn’t have this man close enough,

that even this close was too far away. The closer he was, the safer he felt. Ryan wanted skin against

skin, as much as he could get.

His hand skimmed around Ginger’s hip, down his lower belly. He delighted in the feel of the soft

line of hair that trailed down, and his fingers followed the line lower. Ryan toyed with the cotton

waistband of the pyjamas, worried that Ginger would ask him to stop, or wait. He could feel the other

man’s erection straining against his own, and he longed to touch. His fingers tugged on the waistband,

then paused. Ginger kept kissing him, didn’t stop him from touching.

Ryan slipped his hand inside, grasping the long, thick cock that awaited him. His fingers acted as

his eyes, feeling and marvelling all at once. Ryan squeezed the shaft gently, loving the groan that

came out of Ginger’s mouth. Breaking the kiss, Ryan glanced down between them. He watched his

hand inside Ginger’s pyjamas, stroking Ginger’s cock.

Oh, God.

This was like some sort of fantasy. His arm stretching the waistband allowed for a partial view, but

it wasn’t enough. With his other hand, Ryan tugged, pulling the pyjamas down. The tattooed wings on

Ginger’s lower belly came into view, along with tattoos on his legs Ryan had never seen. His eyes

quickly scanned over them, his senses on overload as he held Ginger’s cock in his hand. At the top of

each thigh, in perfect symmetry, was a tattoo of a classic pin up girl, and another tattoo of a wellmuscled

sailor, complete with a little white sailor hat.

Ryan’s eyes flicked between the pin ups on each thigh, then the angel wings above them, and the

blonde line of hair on Ginger’s lower belly. A darker thatch of blonde curls framed his perfect cock

and balls. Everything about him was beautiful, from the pale cream of his skin to the slightly ruddier

skin of his thick cock. Swiping his thumb over the tip, smearing the drop of precome, Ryan wanted to

tell Ginger how much he adored him, how beautiful he was. He opened his mouth, desperate to say

something, then faltered, instantly changing his mind.

“I- I like your sailor,” he said, inwardly cringing at how lame that sounded.

“Mm.” Ginger brushed his face over the side of Ryan’s head, and laid a kiss on the soft fuzz of hair

just above his ear. “I’ve got a cowboy on my bum.”

“Huh?” The surprise made Ryan forget his nerves. “A cowboy?”

“Yeah.” Ginger began to twist away from him, and Ryan gave up his hold on Ginger’s cock in

favour of seeing this promised cowboy. Ginger pushed his pyjamas all the way off, letting them drop

to the floor, and turned his back on Ryan.

“Oh.” Ryan couldn’t believe it. On his right butt cheek, Ginger did indeed have a tattoo of a

cowboy, cartoon style, like a pin up. The cowboy only had a dash of colour, and was holding a

whirling lasso. “Uh, it- it’s nice,” Ryan said, as Ginger turned to face him. This all felt too surreal, and

Ryan wasn’t sure what to do next. His cock ached with want, but his body was frozen in place.

Ginger afforded him a smile, somewhat shy, then reached for the hem of Ryan’s t-shirt. He tugged

on it and, when Ryan’s mind caught up, Ryan eagerly lifted his arms for Ginger to pull it off. The

pendant Ryan wore bumped against his collarbone, then fell back into place on his chest.

“What’s that?” Ginger asked, looking at the pendant.

Ryan reached for the pendant, covering it in his hand. “Oh- um, nothing, it’s just...” He quickly

pulled it over his head, taking it off. His hand shook ever so slightly, but nothing happened now he’d

removed it. The world didn’t fall in on itself, and he didn’t see any visions. Only Ginger in front of

him.

It’s going to be okay.

Ryan stared at Ginger as he let the pendant fall from his hand, landing softly on his t-shirt on the

floor. It’s okay, he told himself. This was real, and good. Most of all, this was his. Ryan felt his face

grow hot at the thought, but that didn’t stop his hands from tugging at Ginger’s vest, wanting it off.

Ginger removed it for him, his long hair swinging with the motion. Ryan’s eyes went to the pierced

nipples on Ginger’s chest, and he so wanted to touch, and taste, do everything he’d been thinking

about for so long, but he felt a little overwhelmed.

Almost warily, Ryan touched his fingers to Ginger’s waist, thumbs grazing the tips of the tattooed