After we were done washing off and kissing each other until our jaws were sore, David and I headed directly into the bedroom, where I led him beneath the sheets, his hand in mine, both our figures still free of any clothes.

The lights were off. I could hear a bunch of drunks screaming in the street below. “I love you, Alex,” he whispered as he pulled me into his arms, as I slid my hands around his waist. “I love you, so much, and I’m so glad I met you.”

“Are you crying?” was the only thing I found myself able to say as I felt his tears slide down my shoulder.

“Maybe,” he sniffled. “I’m just really happy, okay? Stop judging me.”

I pulled away. I cradled his head in my hands, then stroked his cheek back and forth with my thumb. “Me too,” I said.

We were smiling like a bunch of fools; I’m sure his face was hurting, too, yet, neither of us complained—it was a pain I wholeheartedly welcomed.

After a while, I broke the silence and shuffled closer towards him. “You’re still hard,” I whispered, as I added a tiny bit of pressure to his groin with my knee.

David bit his lip. He averted his gaze. I couldn’t see his face very clearly. The room was barely lit by the city lights that filtered in from outside, though I could tell he was embarrassed—and perhaps a little red again—from the way every shape had gained a soft, dim and orange glow. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

His answer took me aback. “What?” I shook my head. “Why? Why are you sorry?”

“Because, we’re… having a moment, and it’s kind of romantic, but also my precum is making your leg moist.”

“Urgh.” I cringed. “Please don’t say that word.”

David snickered. “What word?” he cooed. “Moist?”

I groaned again. For some reason, this gave him the idea of pinning me to the bed—just like he had in the shower—as he whispered the damned word and its variants in my ear a good many a too times.

I was laughing. I gave him the eventual playful push here and there. When David was done being an idiot, he leaned over me and brushed the hair out of my eyes. We stared at each other, breathless and panting for air. “And you?” he said. “You hard?”

I gulped. “Yeah,” I croaked, finding my voice weaker than it’d initially been. “I suppose…”

David’s hand moved from my wrist, then up to my palm, as he intertwined his fingers through mine. He kissed my jaw. He mumbled, “I can take care of it if you want.” And where had he learned all these corny lines, that I discovered—shamefully so—were working on me? How had I never known about this part of David up until today?

I nodded. I said, “Okay,” because God be damned I surely would have regretted passing this up. The worst that could happen is me realizing it isn’t the right time and I ask him to stop, I told myself, even if I did feel like this was probably, most definitely the right, if not the best, time to do this—my decision was reversible, and I knew David was the type of person who would always understand that: this reassured me.

David kissed me again. “If you ever want to stop, I—”

“I know.” I kissed him back, and grinned again. “I trust you.”

“So…” David cleared his throat. His fingers unraveled from between mine. “Is there a position you prefer, or… like, I don’t know, would you rather be facing away from me, or—”

“Are you nervous?”

“Of course, I’m nervous!” he cried. “Plus… I never thought our roles would be reversed like this, so it’s like, okay! Nice! Plot twist of the century, I’m happy! But also, I’m mortified at the same time, because we never had this talk, and I don’t know what you like! I mean— I know what you like, but like, not in this sense… if you get what I mean…”

I sighed.

I pulled him in for a kiss—a long, agonizing kiss that was enough to make me, and hopefully him, too, forget about the concept of time. “Give me your hand,” I said. “I’ll show you.”

His lip quivered. The fact that I still had so much influence over him despite our current predicament made me feel strangely empowered.

David and I both rolled onto our sides. As we faced each other, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and gave it a gentle tug, downward. I took somewhat of a deep breath before urging his palm between my thighs, and he made this kind of small gasping noise, because I couldn’t help but make a fist around his erection with my free hand, too.

“What are you—”

“It’s only fair,” I said.

“Y-Yeah, but…”

His eyebrows twitched when I slid two fingers across the tip of his dick; it was completely slick with his precum, much more than the last time we’d done this. “You can move you know,” I muttered, while leaving his hand that was still rested against my groin.

“Like that?” he asked me.

I grabbed hold of his shoulder with my free hand. My legs trembled. “Fuck.” My hips bucked forward as I continued to get him off. “Don’t… please, don’t stop.” David wasn’t doing a perfect job, but it had been too long, and I was restless, hot, and aching for relief.

David reached for my hand, that was still on his shoulder. He let his palm rest over my knuckles, and leaned in, until his forehead was pressed against mine. “I thought about this a lot, you know,” he whispered, “pleasing my man like this.”

Friend… I am both ashamed and embarrassed, but our little adventure ended prematurely after he said this. Do I regret this night however? Definitely not.

David is… very understanding, and a lovely human being. I suppose, if I do have any regrets, it is that I said all those hurtful things to him a few days ago…

I will check back in next time something interesting happens, and I will definitely be taking him on that much-needed date tomorrow.

Friend… even if it took much trial and error, I am glad we’ve worked things out for now.

Yours truly,

Alexander.