Chapter 13 (+18)

Myles locked the bedroom door then pulled Rhyn to him, kissing him so deeply they were both breathless. He dropped the bags to the floor, taking care not to bust anything.

Rhyn's hands slipped under Myles's shirt, spanning the smooth skin of his back. He trailed his fingers up and down his ribs, dipping between them gently. He slid them down to the waistband of his shorts and rested them on his hips.

The emotions were there. No one was begging and both were sober. They were fully aware of what they were doing this time. If one said stop, the other would stop immediately. But the feeling was there so they wouldn't stop.

Myles bent at the knee and scooped Rhyn up. The shorter man made a noise in the back of his throat and his breath caught. Myles didn't give him time to panic. He strode across the room and dumped him to the bed. Rhyn scooted back with Myles following. Once he was settled against the pillows, he pulled Myles down.

Their mouths connected in a passionate kiss. Myles slipped his hand under Rhyn's hip and pulled him to him. Their groins rubbed against each other, and Rhyn groaned deep in his chest. Myles felt it rumble against his and smiled.

Myles slipped his tongue in Rhyn's mouth, sweeping it all around. Rhyn rucked on the tip as he began to fidget. He pulled his knees up until they were squeezing Myles's hips. Myles rocked his into Rhyn, elicited another groan from his throat.

The taller man pulled him up, yaking his shirt over his head. His shirt followed, and they sank back to the bed. Rhyn dropped his head back as Myles kissed his neck. He felt his tongue slide down his artery as it thumped wildly. Myles nibbled every so often, but it wasn't hard enough to leave any marks.

He whined when Myles pulled his earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently on it. Rhyn squirmed, tucking his head into Myles's. He couldn't help the noises he made as Myles lipped his ear until he headed lower.

Rhyn watched the top of Myles's head as he ran his mouth along Rhyn's collarbone. He watched his mouth as he kissed the protrusion gently, biting somewhat forcefully and leaving several marks. His hands rubbed in Myles's hair, mussing the wavy locks slightly.

"Don't leave any more marks please," he asked.

Myles didn't answer, but his mouth wasn't as forceful. Rhyn's back arched off the back as that hot mouth latched on to a nipple. He felt the muslces in his back quiver at the new sensation. His breath stuttered out several times with several high pitched whines.

Myles kissed a trail down Rhyn's chest, taking time to swirl around his belly button. He smiled at the smaller man's sounds, enjoying every noise he made. He bit gently into the slightly fatty flesh as he went across Rhyn's abdomen.

He slipped his fingers in the waistband of Rhyn's pants and tugged. There was no give so he lifted his head to look down. He'd forgotten Rhyn was wearing jeans because of how soft they were. He kissed Rhyn's side as he nuimbly unfastened his jeans and pushed the fabric from his hips.

Rhyn canted his head as he watched Myles slip lower down his body. He met Rhyn's eyes as he kissed his knee then trailed up his thighs. He repeated the same motions with the other one. Rhyn's lips quivered as he watched everything. He wanted to moan but wasn't sure what noises would come out.

Myles smiled and turned his attention to the section covered by fabric. He could see the bulge straining against it. He toyed with the waistband as he kissed the juncture of Rhyn's legs. The other man squirmed in annoyance as the motions were too slow.

An excited yelp escaped him as Rhyn's underwear descended the long legs. Myles tossed them aside then settled between his knees. He started at the base of his belly button and followed the happy trail that sank into the dusting of hair at the juncture of his thighs.

Myles took Rhyn's heavy erection in his hand and weighed it. Rhyn sat up and put a hand under Myles's chin. He looked into the blue eyes before he pressed a kiss to his forehead. It was Rhyn's way of saying he trusted Myles.

The other man slid his hand up the fully engorged cock then ran his thumb over the tip. Rhyn's mouth fell open as he started panting. He leaned back on his elbows and watched that big hand as it started to stroke him slowly. Another harsh breath rattled out as the pleasure rolled through him.

"What more do you want?" Myles asked. He watched Rhyn breathe deeply, his eyes unsure. He leaned forward and kissed the tip. Rhyn's legs quivered as he watched Myles's mouth cover it to suck gently. "Do you want more? More this?"

"What if…" Rhyn swallowed the knot in his throat. "What if I come too fast?"

"That's okay. I'll just make you come again." He smiled when Rhyn's face blazed red. "Just go with your feelings. If it becomes too much, I'll stop."

Rhyn nodded. He took a moment to sit up against the headboard. Myles followed and stretched out on the bed. He settled between Rhyn's legs and brought one hand up to wrap around a thigh while the other took the hot erection in his hand again.

Rhyn dropped his head back to the headboard and closed his eyes. He wanted to feel this, not look at it. The last time they did this he was in the pool and he couldn express everything with his brother and his friend present.

Myles's mouth covered the tip fully, sucking gently. He didn't take him fully at first because he didn't want to overwhelm Rhyn. there were still other, more in depth emotions that went with all this. For him to want to do this again when he wasn't really sure how he felt for Myles meant he was open to exploring it.

He felt the tremors coursing through Rhyn's body. He was letting his body react naturally instead of forcing it. One of his hands rested on Myles's shoulder and it flexed with every new wave of pleasure that ran through him. Myles looked up and watched his face closely as he descended further down the shaft.

"Shit." It was whispered, but Myles smiled. He'd never heard Rhyn curse before, and it was a refreshing moment.

Myles reached up and pinched Rhyn's nipple. He let over a very low moan at the added pleasure, but it strangled in his throat when Myles completely enveloped his erection in his mouth. He couldn't figure out how to breathe as his dick was blown. His eyes flew open as he watched Myles do what he wanted.

Rhyn reached up and took Myles's head in his hands. He squeezed his hand gently, bunching some hair in his hands. He started mumbling random words as Myles pleasured him.

Myles was used to having his hair pulled roughly, but Rhyn's hands were very gentle. He was scared to hurt him, it seemed. Myles smiled and continued pleasuring him, running his tongue along the bottom of his erection. He slid his mouth off and tilted his head so he could kiss along the underside.

A tingle started low in his belly. Rhyn tried to push Myles away so he could understand what his body was feeling but his mind couldn't comprehend. Myles didn't budge, sinking down on the leaking head. He sucked gently, but it was too much. Rhyn failed to push Myles away and came violently in Myles's mouth. Myles, to his credit, didn't seem to mind. He cleaned him to the best of his ability, lapping at the tip slowly.

Rhyn came down from his high slowly. He watched Myles stand and go into the bathroom. He heard doors open followed by a drawer. The second slammed and Myles returned to the bed. He dropped things to the bed then shimmied out of the rest of his clothes.

Myles gripped Rhyn's ankles and bent his knees. He placed Rhyn's hands on the back of his thighs to hold his legs. He made a show of sticking his finger in his mouth then trailed it from Rhyn's testicles to the pusling muscles usually hidden.

Rhyn held his breath as he watched Myles spread his cheeks wide and press the went finger to the trembling muscles. He felt it penetrate slightly and saw Myles smile. He was tight, he knew, but he had never known how to loosen it. Watching Myles do it so easily was embarrassing.

If he thought he was embarrassed now, Rhyn was about to be shocked. Myles sat down and lifted Rhyn's hips up. He kissed the sac before he trailed down. When his tongue lapped out, Rhyn lost his hands. His knees landed on Myles's shoulders. He grabbed Myles's hands.

Myles's tongue penetrated the fluttering hole, gently stabbing repetitively. He hooked it as he was pulling back. He pulled his hand away then pressed a finger to the moistented entrance. He stretched him slowly.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He twisted his hand to make it easier.

Rhyn nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. It burns a bit."

Myles pulled his finger out then reached for something beside him. He popped the lid then squirted a bit in his hand. He spread it over Rhyn's entrance then pressed his finger back in. It slid in easier so he added a second. Rhyn's face controted slightly at the second finger and the stretching.

"What about now?" Myles watched his face as he moved his fingers as deeply as he could.

"I'm okay," Rhyn confirmed.

Myles took him for his word and continued to prepare him. He added a third finger and thrust them in and out quickly. Rhyn breathed quickly at the pressure.

"Are you ready?" he asked. He met Rhyn's nervous gaze. He smiled and brought his dry hand up to stroke his cheek. "We don't have to. We can stop right here."

"No!" His rebuttal was adamant. His face was concerned. "I'll be okay."

"Alright." He reached beside him again and picked up the foil packet. He brought it to his mouth and ripped the edge open. He pulled the latex circle from it and slid it on. He leaned down and drew Rhyn into a kiss. "All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will not continue."

Rhyn nodded and reached up to kiss Myles. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Myles took it in stride and braced himself. As he was easing Rhyn's unspoken concerns, he stroked himself several times. He lined himself up with the quivering hole, then slowly pushed in. Rhyn gasped at the

pressure, but Myles swallowed it with a kiss.

He moved slowly, making sure Rhyn was okay before he went any further. Rhyn kissed him through all of the pressure. He stroked his arm as he adjusted to the newness of all this. Myles would be content to ease him through the transition.

He gathered Rhyn's knees to him, tucking them under his arms. Rhyn looked up at him, watching his face closely. Myles looked down at him, smiling easily at him. He felt him adjust and test the waters. He did something that made him grimace slightly, but he didn't ask Myles to pull out.

Myles was pleasantly surprised when Rhyn lifted his hips and pushed himself down on him. He squeezed his thighs into Myles's ribs as he took matters in his own hands. He was doing it to make it easier on himself. He wanted a bit of control.

"This is tiring," he laughed.

"I'll take over," Myles said. "Tell me to stop if it's uncomfortable."

Rhyn nodded then adjusted the pillow under his head. Myles shifted forward until he was hovering over Rhyn. He lifted his hips then surged forward with a snap. Rhyn cried out in shock but it ended with a moan.

He started out painfully slow, but as he picked up, he was all but slamming into Rhyn. The man on bottom was soing the best he could to keep as much control over his faculties, but he slowly let go.

But Myles wanted him to feel as in control as possible. He wrapped his arms around Rhyn's back and lifted him up. He pulled his legs out in front of him and fell back. Rhyn stared down at him as Myles positioned his legs on either side of him. He put his hands under Rhyn's bottom and lifted him. When he let him drop, the look on Rhyn's face was priceless.

He understood, and slowly Rhyn took control of his moment. He was a little clumsy, but he took it rather well. Myles lay back and guided him when he faltered. He watched his face as pleasure stole over him. Letting him take control of his own pleasure was the ice breaker Rhyn needed to let loose.

Myles sat up, folding his legs behind Rhyn. he pulled him down into a kiss and breathed in all of the hot breath he was panting out. Several moments escaped him followed by whines of pleasure.

"Want me to take over?" he asked. He peppered kisses along Rhyn's jaw.

"Yes."

Myles rose up on his knees and cradled Rhyn's bottom so he didn't slip free. Instead of putting Rhyn on his back, he put him on his left side and bent his leg towards his chest while the other went around Myles's waist. With the change of the angel, Rhyn lifted his chin and buried his face in the pillow.

With the newfound freedom, Rhyn let his inhibitions go. He moaned over and over and over. One hand gripped Myles's wrist as his body rocked with each thrust, the other under his head to stabilize him.

Myles usually implemented dirty talk with his sexual encounters, but he didn't think it would go over well with Rhyn. he was just getting used to enjoying sex and this was his first time being sober. Myles didn't want to ruin it.

"I'm going to…" Rhyn started. Myles tilted his head as he waited for him to continue. "I'm going to… come."

He arched his back on the last word as cum exploded over the duvet. His grunts made the orgasm much more heightened and deep. His stomach churned as it fluttered.

Myles set his leg on the bed and urged him to his knees. Rhyn couldn't hold himself up so he wrapped his arms around a pillow. The new angle gave Myles a better chance of pleasuring Rhyn. He held his hips, leaned back slightly, and thrust forward.

He hit Rhyn's sweet spot. The sound that resounded from Rhyn was primal. It was deep and emotional, and it came from a place Rhyn had never tapped into before. He was letting himself go, and Myles hoped he heard it again.

In the background, thunder rumbled. Myles smiled when he realized Rhyn didn't hear the thunder. He was too preoccupied with his own pleasure to hear it. That was a victory for Myles.

The same tingly feeling started at Myles's toes and raced through his blood. He knew he was about to come, but he didn't want to come alone. He reached around and began stroking his slowly thickening cock. Rhyn arched his back into Myles's chest as his hand pushed against his.

"Myles, I'm…" He didn't finish his sentence as his body fractured. He squeezed Myles's wrist as clear liquid shot out. A deep, deep moan escaped him as he buried his head in the pillow.

Myles couldn't answer. His own body was splintering. His hips stuttered twice before he released inside the condom in Rhyn. He trembled, his legs almost giving out. Somehow he stayed upright so he didn't crush Rhyn.

Slowly, he pulled out, holding the base of the condom so he didn't lose it. He sat back to catch his breath. He watched Rhyn collapse to the bed breathing heavily.

He got up and went to the bathroom. He tossed the used latex and wrapper then put the bottle back in the closet. He grabbed the wash rag and wet it with warm water. He rang it out before going back to bed.

Rhyn watched him closely. He flinched a bit when the warm rag started to clean his lower body. He then watched Myles rummage on the floor for their clothes. He found Rhyn's underwear then helped him ease them on.

"I got the bed wet," he mumbled.

Myles smiled. "That's okay. It can be washed." He rubbed his back gently. "I'll change it and you can go to sleep."

"I should probably go home."

"Let me take care of you tonight. I'll take you to class tomorrow."

Rhyn didn't argue. He nodded and got up to go to the bathroom. Myles took the opportunity to change the sheets. Rhyn returned and waited to get in the bed. He climbed in the monstrosity and snuggled under the covers.

Myles watched him for a minute, smiling at the contented sigh that escaped him. He went back to the bathroom to clean up and put on clean underwear. He gathered the laundry for the housekeeper to do the next day. Then he shut off the lights and went to bed.

Rhyn was already asleep when he settled down. His face was smooshed cutely in the pillow with his long eyelashes forming dark crescents on his cheeks. He breathed shallowly as he was deep asleep. Myles stroked his cheek gently.

He laid down, and Rhyn immediately shifted towards him. He wrapped an arm around Myles's wasit as settled against his side. Myles adjusted himself until he was situated. He felt his own tiredness overtake him. Being comfortable, he allowed his body to relax.

He was surprised when Rhyn kissed his shoulder. He waited a long time before settling down. He was soon asleep, content to only having one round instead of going all night.