I woke up warm.

Cozy and content as I sighed deeply and nuzzled into the pillow underneath me. The arms wrapped around my stomach held me close against an even warmer, naked chest.

Oh.

I grinned, still sleepy but excited as a thrill went through me.

He stayed.

I did ask him to, but a part of me assumed that he would be gone by the time I woke up.

He was breathing evenly, not even stirring a little as I rearranged myself so we were chest to chest and I could run my fingers along his toned arms and rough morning stubble. It felt tickly on my fingertips.

He was really beautiful.

Not exactly someone that I would have called my type before I met him but beautiful nonetheless. He was perfect last night. An absolute wrecker of a man with the thing between his legs but gosh, I enjoyed it.

I stopped my line of thinking before I got a little too excited, leaning my head forward and enjoying the heat of Avery's skin against my cheek; letting his smell surround me as he mumbled something in his sleep and held me closer.

It was sweet.

I found myself... attached.

It was silly, I was the one who said no connections after this although the paperwork said there were no obligations not to meet up again.

I had a niggling suspicion before yesterday that I might've wanted to see whoever won again after the initial meeting. I just hadn't thought the feeling would be so strong I guess.

I didn't want to wake him; didn't want this moment to break and end or watch his awestruck look bleed into indifference.

I wanted... last night.

I wanted yesterday's date all over again and most of all I wanted him to stay.

But who knows, maybe Avery was married; had a wife and kids or boyfriend or husband wondering where he was last night.

I hadn't even thought to ask.

Stupid.

My thoughts occupied my attention for at least another hour, my mood getting darker and more bitter as the time went on until a soft groan from Avery shook me from my head.

"...g'morning."

I had to smile, seeing his sleep ridden eyes blink groggily as a yawn forced its way from his mouth after he spoke.

"Hi."

Lame.

He blinked a couple more times, muscles tensing underneath my fingers -I swooned- as he rolled his shoulders before settling back in, nuzzling into my hair and pressing a kiss to my forehead. (I'm not drooling, you are.)

"How are you feeling? Sore?"

I felt my cheeks heat a little, silly since I was a camboy and sex was pretty much my life but having someone ask me about it was... embarrassing. Add those concerned puppy eyes and small little circles his fingers were massaging into my back and I practically imploded.

"Mm... I-I'm fine."

I quickly added.

"Thanks."

And then, because I'm verbally inept.

"H-How 'bout you?"

He chuckled a deep, husky timbre that vibrated from his chest and shook my insides into mush.

"I'm fine thank you, wonderful actually."

That made me smile again, relaxing into his hold and savoring the feeling; it would end any second and I wanted to remember all that I could.

I slipped from his arms easily, planting my feet on the floor and standing to go and get us some coffee but my knees wobbled and I fell right back down, a shot of pain clutching around my hips and lower back as a whimper fell from my lips.

Avery was leaning over to pull me back against him in an instant, making a noise of concern and looking me over appraisingly before he was up and out of bed; heading for the kitchen where I could hear him banging around in the cupboards and a self-satisfied 'ah!' was heard as the pill bottle was opened and shook.

He came back with a glass of water and two pills in his hands, going down onto his knees at the edge of the bed and helping to prop my head up so I could easily swallow them.

Once I was done I laid back and rubbed at my hip gingerly, very slowly shifting into a sitting position and giving Avery what was probably a very pitiful look.

He looked away and scratched the back of his head guiltily, still butt naked as I was as neither of us said anything. The silence was awkward and uncomfortable.

I broke the silence.

"Thank you for last night. Thank you for yesterday afternoon and everything that's happened. Really, it's been..."

I smiled softly, thinking about all the new sensations and emotions that occurred just because I met Avery.

"Perfect."

--

So this is goodbye then?

"It's been perfect for me too."

I can't seem to stop myself as the words fall from my lips.

"I had this preconceived image of what I thought you were like and now that I've met you it's... honestly, you're even more beautiful and -cheesy as it sounds- breathtaking then I could have ever imagined and our time together has been something straight out of a fairy tale."

And I think I got caught up in the fairy tale because I feel like I love you already.

"And..."

"And...?"

August looks... hopeful, still innocent and so darn adorable as he sits there surrounded by the messed up sheets; light streaming in behind him as another wave of snow fell silently from the sky.

He looked like an angel.

And for a second I saw myself seeing him every morning as the first thing I woke up to; seeing his adorable case of bed head and beautiful skin on display for me to see. His slightly crooked smile and lightly freckled cheeks that a camera couldn't even begin to explain. Hearing him giggle or moan out my name because I was his.

I saw; I hoped.

Then I smiled.

"Merry Christmas, August."

His face fell, eyes losing their shine and fingers tightening on the edge of the pillow grasped between his fingers as I stood and started to dress.

That's going to be our future. That's going to be ours if I have anything to say about it.

"How does some breakfast sound?"

He did a verbal version of a keyboard smash, then he gave me a look.

"W-What?"

My resolve hardened, heart thudding unevenly in my chest as I felt myself fall a little harder.

Because he deserved breakfast in bed on a Wednesday and pumpkin pie in July. He deserved to laugh every day and only cry because he was bursting with happiness; deserved to never doubt who he was or wonder if he mattered to anyone. He deserved more than the world because he would never ask for it.

"I asked if you were interested in any breakfast, I'm cooking."

A thrill shuddered through me when he grinned.

"Yes please!"

--

Eight Months Later.

"Happy Friendship Day everybody! I hope you all have a special friend to spend the day with. Remember to tell them how much you appreciate them, we all love a good compliment don't we?"

I laughed, keeping my eyes pointedly on the camera and resolutely not at the gorgeous male behind it.

"I'm so glad that you-nggghhtuned in t-this weekend!"

I shot Avery a look, repositioning myself on my chair as the vibrator pressed right against my prostate.

My annoyance furthered as the chat filled with comments of 'r u good?' and 'what's the matter?'s

Avery smirked. The turd.

I continued with my stream, trying my best to ignore the vibrations as they spiked and then mellowed out, then ramped back up again as I clenched my knees together when the ring around my shaft started to vibrate as well.

“W-Well guys I’m afraid we’re-we’re out of time now! Thank you so-so much for watching and I’ll see you in two weeks! Goodnight!”

I gave a hurried wink and a suggestive lick of my lips, ending the stream quickly and making sure it had finished before pushing my chair back and practically tackling Avery into the wall.

“You promised.”

I said sourly, pressing myself fully against him and grinding our hips together as his lips kissed their way across my neck.

“I promised that I wouldn't interfere, I didn’t say that you wouldn’t notice.”

He said back, an obvious smirk in his voice as I shuddered, the vibrations returning again and making my stomach clench as I hung onto Avery’s shoulders tightly; moaning deliriously as I moved my hips faster.

“You-you tricked me.”

I whined, keening softly as the plug and ring returned to a dull vibration.

--

“Did I?”

I smirked, reaching into my pocket and turning the dials up for both toys.

August mewled and fell completely limp against me, fingers grabbing at the back of my hair and pulling me into a demanding kiss that I was more than happy to comply with.

He could have said no to the plug and ring but, just as I assumed, my little deviant was more than happy to be under my pleasurable torture while he streamed. The little vixen.

I flipped us around, pushing him back against the wall and more forcefully grinding our hips together; making him whine and shake as an orgasm ripped through him.

I would never get tired of watching him come. Seeing the way his eyes fluttered and thighs quivered as he held me close as if I was the only thing that could ground him against the pleasure. I loved it.

He was insatiable since his first time; demanding and needy for me even more than before. Not that I was complaining, I was more than happy to bring him to the edge whenever he wanted.

He whimpered and shuddered, oversensitive and incoherent as the vibrations continued to buzz against his spot, voice falling in and out of moans and whines as his shaft twitched; already trying to prepare for another release.

I didn’t let him rest, slipping his short shorts down his legs and running my finger between his cheeks and over his plug filled hole. He pushed back against my fingers desperately, movements jerky and almost uncontrollable as he drowned in his oversensitized pleasure.

I pulled the plug out, turning it off and setting it on the desk to be cleaned later before my fingers returned to his twitching hole, already lubed up and clenching down on nothing; just waiting to be filled.

“H-Hurry!”

He whined poutily, unwrapping his arms from my neck so he could reach down and force my jeans off, pulling me from my underwear and starting to stroke quickly. I groaned, hips thrusting into his warm fingers before I hoisted him up with one arm under both of his thighs; using the wall as leverage so I could slowly start sliding into him.

I was immediately met with a familiar, hot tightness, moaning into August’s neck as he gasped on top of me.

I could almost feel the vibrations of the ring through him, just a little buzz accompanying the amazing feeling of being inside him.

It was never a disappointment whenever I was August, be it either sex or waking up on a Saturday morning with him drooling on my chest. He fulfilled me in both body, mind, and soul in a way that I had never experienced before.

“I-I’m close I-a-ahh!”

I was forced to my own climax as August’s nails bit into my shoulders and his channel clamped down around me, my rhythm breaking and growing choppy as I slammed into him throughout our mutual releases.

He arched off the wall and almost sobbed as he coated both of our chests with his release and I filled him with mine; he still didn’t like condoms, that hadn’t changed one bit and, if anything, he detested them even more now.

He whined weakly, mumbling and pressing his hips against mine as he clumsily dug at the pocket of my jeans; the jeans themselves still halfway down my thighs since we hadn’t gotten further than that.

I hurriedly shut the ring off, causing August to sigh and absolutely melt against me, almost asleep and completely content as he wrapped his arms and legs around me; gentle as a kitten.

He was the most adorable man, the most adorable boyfriend and -if everything went well- husband that I could ever have wished or dreamed for.

It was unbelievable how we came to be. How everything fell into place and manifested into what we had today but I didn’t care. Because all that mattered to me was that I was here; that August was here with me and that he was happy.

Over the months together we’ve spent so much time just talking, hanging out and getting to know every aspect of the other dumb or otherwise. He told me that he was happy I was his first; happy that he made the decision to have that competition last Christmas and that he was so happy it was me. Obviously, I’m happy about it too.

I’m excited about the future, my and our future.

And that really is a first.

The End.