As tender as their touches had been, the kiss was heated and heavy, almost desperate. Finally – finally they could taste each other again. Their tongues fought for dominance – and Blaise won the first round. He kissed his friend roughly, tugged and sucked his lip. He turned a little, his face floating above that of Raine so he could deepen the kiss. The moment the strokes of his tongue became more tender, it was Raine who took control and dominated the kiss. His oversensitive lips were trembling with pleasure, something he had never experienced before. The heat of Raine's mouth left his lips and moved across his jaw, to his neck. He took distance from Blaise's upper body, only so his caressing fingertips could find their way to it.

Blaise closed his eyes. The burning sensation in his face descended to the rest of his body. Raine's teeth sank into the flesh of his neck, where after he left a dark mark. Excitement coursed through his veins. His manhood rose and pressed against Raine's waist.

Again, shame broke into his thoughts. He didn't want his friend to notice his excitement; especially because he felt that he was the only one. Subtly, he turned away from Raine so his erection was no longer bothering him. Immediately, Raine's hand slid to his hip and pulled him back, pressing his waist against Blaise's and grinding it.

A shared moan ascended.

Again that shame was there, that longing to turn himself away. Maybe it was because he had the feeling he was taking advantage of Raine's vulnerability, or maybe because a part of him believed he shouldn't do this with a man. By reflex, he rolled back from his friend so his hard on was no longer touching him.

Raine stopped kissing his neck and returned his eyes to Blaise's. There was a silent question in them, but Blaise had no idea how to answer it and cast his glance down. Raine gave him a small kiss on his chin, then he caught his glance.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly. He stared into Blaise's eyes, as if he tried to read the answer in them. Raine's fingers left his hip and neared his pubic region with his eyes never leaving his.

The conflict revived inside Blaise, his breathing left him in little jolts. Fuck – this felt so good. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Stop," he whispered.

He didn't sound convincing at all.

Nevertheless, Raine took his hand away. His fingertips glided up across his stomach and chest, grasped his shoulder and pushed him on his back. From there they moved to his neck, where after his thumb traced Blaise's bottom lip.

The intense look with which Raine looked at him, made him breathe in sharply. There was something unexpectedly dominant about it, something stern; something making his mouth feel dry.

"I only want you to say stop when you mean it." His glance softened. "I think I sense pretty well what you want and don't want. In case I'm wrong; tell me to stop. But don't let shame or fear hold you back. Trust me. There is no shame in love, nor in true friendship. What we do isn't wrong. It's something we need – the both of us," he stressed.

Speechless, Blaise stared at him. He nodded almost senselessly.

A small smirk curled around his lips. "Good boy."

Blaise felt his cheeks glow; the shame simply refused to leave him alone.

Raine kissed the corner of his mouth. "I'm just teasing you. Let me be in charge now, you can go next."

Despite Raine's reassuring words there was a bundle of nerves in his stomach. He had no idea where this sudden nervousness was coming from and closed his eyes in an attempt to ignore it and concentrate on Raine.

His lover started to kiss his neck again. His lips followed a trail down his collarbone; they danced around his nipplesans descended further down to his abs. His tongue circled around his bellybuttonl his stubble slightly and pleasantly scratching his skin.

Blaise raised himself a little on his elbows to watch his lover, causing Raine to let out a satisfying groan as his abs tensed underneath his lips. Open mouth kisses descended further down. In the dim light, he watched Raine's fingers stroking up and down the fabric of his briefs.

Blaise's breathing fell heavier, all heat flowed to his crotch. As if his friend wanted to absorb the warmth, he wrapped his strong fingers around his masculinity while his lips neared the waistband of his boxers. All Blaise could think of, was that he hadn't cleaned himself properly before going to bed and that it would be a bad first experience when Raine would suck him now.

Raine however, made no attempt to go further; he just left kisses across the edge of his boxers, and also on his thighs below the fabric. Blaise relaxed a bit, remembering what Raine had told him: that he would sense what Blaise wanted. Now he felt a bit more comfortable, his attention was drawn to Raine's grasp around his manhood. Right through his boxers, he was holding him firmly, slowly moving his hand up and down.

Blaise groaned and panted quietly while Raine left wet marks on his lower abdomen. A whimper left his lips when Raine took away his hand. His friend bent over him again, kissing him with swollen lips on which he thought to taste the salt of his own sweat.

"You're so fucking hot," Raine whispered against his lips. "I'm so turned on right now."

Blaise had been so immersed by Raine's touches that he was surprised by the tent in Raine's boxers. His hand moved aside, with his fingertips he caressed the tight fabric. The heat with which he was greeted made him shiver.

He looked at Raine, an almost pleading look in his eyes.

"I never meant to satisfy you," he said. "But rubbin' you up like this and stoppin' now feels rude. You want me to jerk you off? Or you feel more comfortable if you do it yourself?"

Blaise knew he was right – that tension needed to leave. "You," he whispered. "Only – only tonight."

"Only tonight," he promised.