wings on his hip bones. If Ginger had asked him if he still wanted to go through with this, Ryan would

have said yes. Always, it was always going to be yes. But there was no asking, only Ginger’s hands

running along the top of Ryan’s jeans, stroking the sensitive skin of his belly. Ryan’s skin shivered

into gooseflesh, and his cock beat in time with his heart. Ginger’s hands met at Ryan’s fly and, slowly,

began to unbutton him.

Terrified and exhilarated at the same time, Ryan was suddenly all too eager to get naked. He pulled

away, hands scrabbling to undo his fly while also trying to kick his shoes off. Why did laces have to be

invented? Before he lost his balance, Ryan collapsed on his bed, throwing off shoes, socks, jeans,

pants. Naked at last, he held his arms out for Ginger, who came down onto the bed with him. Ryan

stretched out his body next to Ginger’s, his mind going into meltdown at the delicious feel of skin

contact.

Lying side by side, their legs tangled together, Ryan claimed Ginger’s mouth in a fierce kiss. He

loved the taste of Ginger, would have kissed him forever, but his cock demanded attention. Ryan’s

hips thrust all on their own, grinding his cock on smooth, heavenly skin. Shifting slightly, Ryan

aligned his body, seeking to rub himself on Ginger’s hard and very gorgeous cock. When their lengths

slid against each other, slippery with precome, Ryan bit back a groan. God, that felt amazing. He was

going to lose it, and fast.

“Daniel,” he said hoarsely. “I – I want you inside me.”

There, he’d said it. Were they moving too fast? Ryan had wanted this for so long, he couldn’t be

sure. He pulled away and stared down at Ginger’s tattooed chest, which rose and fell as he breathed.

Ginger reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “If you want to,” he said softly, so quiet

Ryan almost didn’t hear.

Elated, Ryan couldn’t help a grin. If I want to?

“Hell, yes,” he said. Wasting no more time, he sat up, and reached over to his night stand. Opening

the drawer, he pulled out a strip of condoms, tearing one off. His eyes darted to his favourite sex toy,

the purple jelly dildo, resting idly at the back. An incredibly smug thought about having the real thing

entered his mind, and refused to budge. Ryan allowed it, if only for a moment. He snatched up the tube

of Sheer Glide lubricant, and slammed the drawer shut.

In his haste, Ryan forgot that the lube didn’t have a top, but was a self-closing seal. He squeezed the

tube too tight and a jet of clear liquid shot out. It hit the wall above his bed, spattering one of his

posters. They both looked at the mess on the wall, then at each other. Ryan felt his face flame up, as

Ginger smiled at him.

“Er, sorry,” Ryan mumbled.

Ginger’s smile grew. “It’s your wall, Ry.”

A nervous laugh bubbled out. “I know. Fuck it, right? I don’t care.” Ryan moved closer, holding out

the condom. “Put this on?” His eyes lingered over Ginger’s naked body, on the long, perfect cock that

rested hard on his lower belly. God, he’s beautiful.

Ginger took the condom, and Ryan lost no time in squeezing lube onto his fingers, then spread his

knees on the bed. This was going to be rough, but he knew he could take it. He wanted this, more than

anything. Fingers slippery wet, he reached behind him and lubed up his own hole. Ryan didn’t take his

eyes from Ginger, gaze flitting down his nude form to the cock he so desperately wanted to feel inside

him. Ryan moaned, shifting his hips as he rode his own fingers. His hard cock bounced in front of him.

“Daniel, hurry.”

Ginger tore open the condom, expertly sliding the latex down his shaft.

Ryan moaned again. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Lay back for me? I want to sit on you.”

Obediently, Ginger shifted to lie back on Ryan’s pillows. Ryan thought he’d come just from the

sight of Ginger laid out on his bed, naked, hard, and waiting for him. His red hair was a stark contrast

against the pale blue of Ryan’s bedclothes. He’d always remember this moment, this image, no matter

what happened between them.

Ryan took a deep breath to calm himself, and removed his fingers. He squeezed a generous amount

of lube into his hand, then tossed away the tube. Eyes dropping down, he reached out with wet fingers

to carefully coat lube down Ginger’s cock, massaging gently as he went. A shaky groan escaped

Ginger’s mouth. His eyes closed halfway, his lips were parted, lush and tempting. Ryan couldn’t

resist; keeping his hand moving over Ginger’s cock, he leaned in, claiming another kiss. Ginger kissed

him back, a moan passing his lips. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come.”

Ryan bit back groan at the thought. He gave Ginger’s cock a final squeeze, at the same time placing

a kiss on the man’s lips. “Come inside me.” He sat up, and carefully swung one leg over Ginger’s hips,

positioning himself.

All the time he’d spent fantasising about this moment, yet he still couldn’t quite believe it was

happening. His pulse raced, heating his body. Ginger shifted under him, resting his hands on Ryan’s

hips. Ryan sat up on his knees, and took hold of Ginger’s cock. This is it. They’d already crossed the

line of friends, nothing would be the same after this.

And God, how he wanted it.

Ryan spread his knees wide, stretching himself over Ginger’s cock. He guided the tip to his hole,

closing his eyes briefly to savour the feel of that first contact. Carefully, he moved his hands to

Ginger’s arms, holding on as he centred himself on Ginger’s cock, then slowly, slowly sank down.

Ragged breaths escaped his mouth, but he didn’t stop. He adjusted his hips, knowing the best possible

angle to make the slide smoother, to get as much of Ginger inside him as possible.

Beneath him, Ginger’s hands clutched Ryan’s hips. His breath hissed, and Ryan knew he was trying

his hardest to stay still. He wouldn’t have to for long. Shifting his knees, Ryan thrust down to slide

that last little bit, fully seating himself on Ginger’s cock. He groaned, breathing hard. “Oh, God,” he

whispered. “Fuck.”

“You okay?” Ginger asked, his voice shaky.

Ryan groaned in response. “Oh, God, yes.” Leaning back slightly, he placed one hand on the bed for

balance, arched his back, and gave in to the urge to rock his hips, sliding up and down that gloriously

slick cock. Ginger gasped and moaned, and began to thrust in time to Ryan’s movement. He pulled out

and slammed back in hard enough to make Ryan cry out. Ryan’s orgasm was already building, the fire

licking at the insides of his balls. “Oh...fuck, I’m close.”

His legs burned with the effort of being on top, and he lost his rhythm. Ginger growled lightly,

moving to sit up. Ryan found himself lifted and flipped onto his back in one fluid movement. He

gasped in surprise, then groaned at the feel of Ginger’s cock pressing into him again. Ginger gripped

Ryan’s legs behind the knees, pushing them up. Ryan gave in willingly. His heart melted at the sight

of Ginger between his legs, his slim body all beautiful and taut. Ginger gazed down to where their

bodies joined as he worked his hips, fucking Ryan with deep, steady thrusts. Ryan groaned, watching

the curve of Ginger’s hip, the angel wings on his pelvis moving in time with his thrusts, like they

wanted to fly.

It was too much; lust crested inside him. Ryan reached down his body, hands slipping over his cock

in a tight grip. “Daniel,” he whispered, a mere second before he came. His balls drew up, his body

tensed, and his cock spilled out his release as the orgasm rocked through his body. “Ohhh, yes. Fuck!”