Awkward Questions
Title: Awkward Questions
Characters: Michael Brinks and Simon Spencer-Kinley
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3745
Notes: I have a thing for college AUs... and then I realized that if I write original fic I can do it without it being an AU. So: college roommate experimentation. Yum. :D
"So... I want to ask you an awkward question," Simon said, sitting down with his back to the wall and folding his hands in his lap, "but I don't want to be an awkward person."
"You're always an awkward person, Simon, but you make it work," Michael said, looking up from his textbook. "Please, ask me anything, I don't want to think about neuropsych any more."
"Okay. Uh. I wanted to know... do you ever think about..." Simon trailed off into silence. Michael put a dogear into the page of his textbook and closed it, folding his arms on top of it and laying his head on top of them.
"What? Voting Republican? Eating meat? Zombie apocalypse? Spit it out, man," he said after the moment went on too long. Simon flushed dull red under his blond hair and shook his head.
"No! God, no, definitely not voting Republican, I think I know you well enough to call that completely unlikely. Well, what I mean... uh, I mean anal sex."
"What? Yeah, I've thought about it. I've done it, actually." Simon's eyebrows shot up, and Michael clarified, "Emily wanted to try it a couple of months before she broke up with me. It was..." He looked thoughtful. "Kind of messy and complicated."
"The act or the relationship?"
"Well, both." Michael laughed. "I don't know, it definitely wasn't what she was expecting."
"Was it what you were expecting?" Simon started chewing on his thumbnail, and Michael wondered what was making him so nervous. Weren't college guys supposed to talk about their sexual exploits? They didn't, but they weren't really typical, either-- and they both took pride in not being like their peers.
"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I didn't go into it with a whole lot of expectations, I was more or less just going along with what she wanted." Michael ran a hand through his dark curls, scratching the back of his neck. "It was okay, though. Once we figured out what we were doing. Why do you ask?"
"Uh..." Simon looked down at his hands. Michael knew his roommate well enough to know that meant whatever Simon was about to say was at least a prevarication if not an outright lie. "I don't know, something I saw on the internet made me wonder."
"You know better than to go on the internet, Si. You probably spend the least time there of any person I know."
"That doesn't mean I never use it! I'm not Amish, Mike, give me a break." Simon glanced up and shrugged, adding, "It doesn't really matter, never mind."
"If you say so," Michael agreed, privately resolving to figure out what was making Simon act so strangely. He had plenty of chances to observe his roommate over the next few days, considering the two of them already spent most of the time they weren't in class hanging out together, but the only thing he really discovered was that Simon got easily flustered when Michael watched him without being covert about it.
For a guy who considered himself to be pretty intelligent, Michael was surprised at how long it took himself to get a clue. It didn't happen until he was in neuropsych, flipping through the book to make a point in the discussion, and caught Jake and Greg holding hands under the table two seats down from him, and then it made sense-- Simon hadn't been talking about thinking about having sex with women. That was probably why Simon wouldn't meet his eyes for longer than a moment or two, too.
The realization that Simon might be kind of gay didn't faze Michael. The secondary realization that Simon might be so awkward because he was attracted to Michael took a little more processing. The tertiary realization that Michael actually wouldn't mind if Simon wanted him took a few more days to percolate, and by the time he figured that out, Michael just couldn't let the thought alone. He really wanted to raise the topic again, and this time if someone had to be awkward he was willing to do it.
He waited for the time to seem right to bring it up. He didn't want to interrupt Simon in the middle of important homework, or keep him up too late at night, but he didn't want Simon to just walk away from the conversation, either. Finally they were both in the room on a rainy Wednesday night, and Simon changed into pajamas and picked up a book that Michael knew he was reading for pleasure and not a class. Michael let him read for a half an hour before he put away his own homework and turned to look at Simon, who slowly lowered the book when he felt Michael watching.
"So I want to ask you an awkward question," Michael said, and Simon's eyes widened.
"Okay," he said noncommittally.
"What really made you ask me if I'd ever thought about anal? Because I know it wasn't just the internet." Simon swallowed, blushing immediately, and looked down at the book in his lap, and Michael clicked his tongue at him. "No, tell me the truth."
"Seriously? Mike..." Michael gave him a stern look and Simon wilted. "Jesus, okay. I asked you because I've been thinking that I want to try it... with another guy."
"With me?" Michael asked quietly. Simon winced.
"I wouldn't ask-- I mean, we're friends, we have to live together, it could really fuck our whole situation up here. I wasn't even going to-- I don't know why I asked you except because you're really the only person I felt even remotely comfortable bringing it up with." Simon looked more and more miserable as he talked. Michael almost felt bad for pushing him into the confession, except he wasn't done freaking Simon out yet.
"But what if I said yes?" Michael chewed on his lower lip, watching Simon go from red to pale in a matter of moments.
"Don't fuck with me, Michael," Simon said finally, looking down at his hands folded on top of his book. "You're not a cruel person, you shouldn't start now."
"I'm not fucking with you, Simon. I'm serious. If you really want to try it, I think we should give it a shot."
"You don't think it's a terrible idea that could ruin our whole friendship and make living together a hellish experience?"
"I don't know exactly what you think this entails, but I'm pretty sure it's not going to make us hate each other. It might make things a little awkward, but we're both used to awkwardness already. Anyway, isn't it the kind of thing you should do with someone you trust?"
"Well, yeah..." Simon glanced up to meet Michael's eyes, worry clear in his gaze. "I wouldn't have even brought it up if I didn't trust you. You really think we should?"
"I think you should probably think about it for a day or two and figure out how you feel about it," Michael said, "and if you decide it's a bad idea, then we never have to bring it up again, and if you decide it's a good idea then we can figure out the details."
"Okay," Simon said, nodding slowly, "all right, that sounds like a plan. I'll let you know when I figure it out, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. Don't stress out about it, man, whatever you decide is fine." Michael gave Simon an encouraging smile, and Simon smiled back weakly as he picked his book up again. Michael couldn't help but notice that Simon didn't turn the page once in the fifteen minutes before they turned out the light for the night.
Thursday passed uneventfully, maybe with a little more staring than usual, but Friday at lunch Simon tapped Michael on the shoulder and said, "Come back to the room after you're done with class."
"I have a seminar today," Michael said, and Simon nodded.
"I do know your schedule by now. See you at 4:30." That was all it took to completely wreck Michael's concentration; he took notes automatically in class but was uncharacteristically silent for the entire discussion, mostly because he couldn't pay attention to what anyone else was saying. The three hour class seemed to drag on for six hours, but when the teacher finally dismissed them, Michael found himself walking slowly across campus, hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack, looking down at his feet scuffing the pavement.
Honestly, he didn't need to worry about it. One way or another, whatever Simon said would be all right. Either they would just forget about it, or... or they would do something about it. And it was only that he'd been overthinking it for the past week that had him so nervous to find out what Simon had to say.
Simon was sitting cross-legged on his bed when Michael walked in, and he opened his eyes slowly at the sound of the door closing.
"Were you meditating?" Michael asked. Simon nodded.
"Yeah, I was. It helps me think." Simon smiled. "And I've been thinking a lot."
"And...?" Michael dropped his backpack on his desk and sat on his bed, looking at Simon expectantly.
"And I think..." Simon took a deep breath and unfolded his legs. "I think we should do it. I want to have sex with you, Mike."
"Jesus. I didn't think about what it would do to me to hear you say it like that." Michael pressed a fist to his mouth, laughing a little. "Wow. Okay, yeah, yes, definitely."
"Yeah?" Simon sat forward, grinning. "Okay. Awesome. When do you think we should?"
"Oh. I don't know... this weekend? Tomorrow?" Michael's eyes widened when Simon pushed off his bed and landed next to Michael.
"How about tonight?"
"Seriously?" Simon nodded and Michael leaned in closer. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"
"I'd mind if you didn't," Simon said, curling one finger in the neck of Michael's t-shirt and tugging him that last few inches until their lips met. Michael settled one hand at the nape of Simon's neck, fingertips brushing up through his blond hair, and hummed into Simon's mouth. Simon tasted like the peppermint candy they handed out at the dining hall and his cherry chapstick, and his lips were soft against Michael's.
"Tonight, really?" Michael repeated breathlessly when he pulled back, "Like in a few hours?"
"I'm not busy now," Simon replied, "unless you think this is the kind of thing we need to prepare for."
"Uh... no, I'm pretty sure we're good to go now if you want to."
"Well, let's not rush anything. Kissing is a good start, right?" Simon wound his fingers through Michael's dark curls and added, "I really never get tired of kissing."
"Good, I wouldn't want to lose your interest," Michael said, and Simon rolled his eyes and kissed Michael with more determination, as if trying to prove how very interesting he found him. Simon tugged a little on Michael's hair as he slid his tongue into Michael's mouth, taking charge in a way Michael hadn't been expecting but discovered he liked a lot. Emily had been demanding without really being assertive... Simon was assertive without being demanding, which wasn't surprising considering he was like that all the time, something Michael appreciated about his friend.
Michael wrapped his arms around Simon's shoulders and pulled him down to stretch across the bed, lying close together on the narrow mattress. They made out for a while, lazy and unhurried, combing fingers through each other's hair, trailing hands up the backs of each other's shirts, getting used to each other's touch. The moment Michael reached down to squeeze Simon's skinny ass, Simon broke away from his mouth and gasped. Michael paused uncertainly until Simon blinked green eyes open and said, "What? Do that again." He sighed happily when Michael did as requested.
"Is this why you got curious? You like having your butt touched?" Michael asked, kneading the slight curve of one cheek through Simon's jeans. Simon nodded, then pushed Michael onto his back and straddled his hips, bracing his hands above Michael's shoulders.
"Partially. Part of it really was the internet, though. I mean, I'd watch gay porn sometimes and I always wondered what it felt like, it looked like the guys really enjoyed, uh, bottoming..." Michael squeezed with both hands and Simon practically melted on top of him. "It got to the point where I couldn't stop thinking about it. And then you said you would, with me... god, I haven't been able to think about anything else since you told me to think it over."
"Yeah, no kidding. I was useless this afternoon. I have no idea what happened in class, after you told me to come back here my concentration was shot." Simon grinned, and Michael smacked his ass lightly. "Hey, don't look so proud about it."
"What? I can't be pleased that you were thinking about me?" Simon kissed Michael again, adding, "It's only fair."
"I guess so..." Michael looked up at Simon as he hooked his fingers over the waist of Simon's jeans. "Speaking of fair, can I get you out of these now?"
"Who can argue with a segue like that?" Simon laughed. He rose to his knees as Michael opened his fly and tugged the jeans down his hips, then slid off the bed to kick them all the way off. He pulled off his t-shirt, too, leaving himself in nothing more than a blue pair of boxers that did nothing to disguise the fact that he was completely turned on. He reached up to push his hair out of his eyes, looking slightly self-conscious. Michael reached out to pull him closer again.
"It's weird that I didn't think about how hot you are until like two weeks ago. I mean, you've looked the same since I met you, I just didn't realize the fact," Michael said. Simon looked surprised.
"You think I'm hot?"
"Well, yeah. Have you looked in a mirror? You're really good looking."
"You know, you don't have to flatter me, I'm already putting out," Simon said, but he looked pleased and less nervous. "Also, I think you should take your clothes off."
"I think you're right," Michael agreed, cooperating when Simon went to pull his shirt off for him. He toed his shoes off and wiggled out of his pants, and before he even got them all the way off Simon was climbing back into his lap, which felt like a much different experience without pants in the way. "Hey, when was the last time you showered?"
"Uh, like an hour and a half ago. Why?"
"Because I want to do something to you that I'm pretty sure you're going to enjoy." Emily had freaked out in the bad way when he tried it on her, but from the way Simon was reacting to having his ass handled, Michael was almost certain any freaking out that would happen would be entirely positive. Simon blinked down at him with wide eyes.
"Okay. I trust you," he said, and Michael kissed him sweetly, stroking a thumb along his cheek.
"Thank you." Simon went easily when Michael nudged him off his lap, sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. "Uh-uh. I want you on your hands and knees."
"You-- yeah, okay, anything you say," Simon said quickly, turning over and doing as Michael asked. He looked over his shoulder, still so wide-eyed, and Michael grinned and slid Simon's boxers down off his skinny hips, tugging until they were entirely off. "Are you really--?"
"Oh, yeah. I really am," Michael affirmed, and Simon said "oh," when Michael's hands cupped his ass, "oh, man," when Michael spread his cheeks wide, "oh jesus christ Mike!" when Michael leaned down and licked a long wet stripe right up the cleft of his ass. Michael just laughed and did it again, tasting nothing but clean warm skin, nuzzling in close and laving Simon with his tongue, getting sidelined with the occasional bite to the slight curve of a cheek. He listened to Simon's gasps and moans and let those guide him, doing things again that provoked a dramatic reaction the first time, flickering his tongue or pressing it harder, eating Simon out with the same passion and focus he'd ever put into going down on a girl. He kept going until Simon was actually trembling, arms gone shaky underneath him, and then Michael sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fuck," Simon groaned, "that was unbelievable, you're unbelievable." Michael grinned. Usually Simon had a way with words; reducing him to repetition was a good sign that Michael had blown his mind.
"Ready for more?" Michael asked. Simon whimpered and nodded.
"Yeah, please, keep going." Michael had to get up and go dig through his desk drawer, but it only took him a few seconds to find a bottle of lube and a condom, and the way Simon watched him with heavy-lidded eyes was more than a little bit exciting, not that Michael could get much more excited than he already was. He stroked a hand down Simon's spine and smirked when Simon's back arched.
"Okay. Relax, just breathe, all right?" Michael clicked open the bottle and drizzled lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to spread the slickness and warm it up a little before he sat down behind Simon and spread him open again, tracing the tight rim of his hole with one fingertip. Teasing Simon was probably more fun than it should be, just barely pressing one finger in before retreating again, until Simon looked back over his shoulder with desperation in his eyes.
"Mike. Put your fucking finger inside me already. Right now." Laughing, Michael did what Simon wanted, slowly sinking his finger into Simon's body. "Yeah, like that," Simon sighed, and Michael moved it in and out a few times before pressing a second finger in to a low, appreciative moan. It was fascinating to see how easily Simon's body accepted him, how eagerly Simon moved back into Michael's touch.
"You really like this, don't you?" Michael asked, starting to scissor his fingers carefully. Simon laughed breathlessly, dropping his head onto his crossed arms.
"Yeah. God, yeah, this is amazing, you doing this to me is so different from me doing it to myself." He canted his hips higher. "I'm so close to losing it already."
"Really? Should I slow down?" Michael dragged his fingers out and Simon whined.
"No. You should hurry up. I want more than your fingers," Simon said, and Michael had to bite his lip hard because hearing Simon say things like that was one of the hottest things he'd ever experienced.
"One more," Michael said, dripping more lube onto his fingers before pushing three of them into Simon. He wasn't trying to be a tease now, he just had thin fingers and wasn't sure two would be enough stretching, and Simon was so tight around three. He twisted his fingers, relishing the way Simon's breath caught in his throat. "Think that's enough?" he asked, fucking Simon steadily with his fingers.
"Yes, jesus christ yes, you need to fuck me immediately or I'm going to go crazy," Simon gasped. Michael grinned and bent to kiss the middle of Simon's back. "Please," Simon added.
"Since you asked so nicely," Michael said, and stood up to kick off his boxers, finally. "How do you want to do this? Like this or on your back?" Simon flipped over, looking up at Michael with dark, needy eyes and a flush staining his cheeks.
"Like this. I want to kiss you," he said, and Michael nodded as he rolled the condom on and knelt between Simon's legs. He slid one hand up the back of Simon's thigh, pressing his knee up to his chest.
"Hold onto your leg," Michael said, and settled in closer. Simon stared down as Michael took hold of himself and rubbed the head of his cock against Simon's hole, one last little tease before he pressed in, taking it slow and watching Simon's face for any hint of pain. There was none. Simon looked surprised more than anything, a look that faded into pleasure as Michael sank in as deeply as he could go and went still with his hips pressed flush against Simon's ass.
"Wow," Simon breathed, then reached up to pull Michael down by his curls and kiss him passionately. He nipped Michael's lower lip and said, "You need to start moving now."
"Right," Michael said, and went slow at first, pulling back and pushing in with control he was barely clinging to. He built up speed pretty quickly until he was pounding into Simon, who was clutching the blanket in both fists and moaning with every stroke. Michael reached between them and took Simon's cock in hand, jerking him completely out of sync with his thrusts. Simon didn't need synchronicity, he was on the verge of coming already; it was a matter of moments before he splattered Michael's fingers and his own stomach with pearly white, reaching his peak with a bitten-off cry.
"Don't you dare stop," Simon had to warn Michael, who slowed down as he milked Simon through his climax, "you go until you finish," and Michael had to bend to kiss him, because if he didn't kiss him there was a distinct chance that he was going to say something really stupid in the heat of the moment. Simon just smirked when Michael drew back, looking ridiculously satisfied, and stretched his leg out until his ankle was resting on Michael's shoulder. "Come on, Mike, give it to me," he said. So Michael did as he was bidden, fucking Simon fast and hard, wiping that smirk off his face and replacing it with gasps.
Michael had no idea how long he was in the tight clasp of Simon's body before he fell over the edge, whether it was closer to three minutes or thirteen, but when he finally shuddered to a stop, Simon pulled him down to the bed and nestled close, arms wrapped around Michael snugly.
"Thanks," Simon murmured into his hair. Michael laughed and turned to meet his roommate's eyes.
"Any time. And I mean that." Simon grinned and leaned in for a kiss. Michael had the feeling that the heartfelt offer was not going to take long to bring up again.
Characters: Michael Brinks and Simon Spencer-Kinley
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3745
Notes: I have a thing for college AUs... and then I realized that if I write original fic I can do it without it being an AU. So: college roommate experimentation. Yum. :D
"So... I want to ask you an awkward question," Simon said, sitting down with his back to the wall and folding his hands in his lap, "but I don't want to be an awkward person."
"You're always an awkward person, Simon, but you make it work," Michael said, looking up from his textbook. "Please, ask me anything, I don't want to think about neuropsych any more."
"Okay. Uh. I wanted to know... do you ever think about..." Simon trailed off into silence. Michael put a dogear into the page of his textbook and closed it, folding his arms on top of it and laying his head on top of them.
"What? Voting Republican? Eating meat? Zombie apocalypse? Spit it out, man," he said after the moment went on too long. Simon flushed dull red under his blond hair and shook his head.
"No! God, no, definitely not voting Republican, I think I know you well enough to call that completely unlikely. Well, what I mean... uh, I mean anal sex."
"What? Yeah, I've thought about it. I've done it, actually." Simon's eyebrows shot up, and Michael clarified, "Emily wanted to try it a couple of months before she broke up with me. It was..." He looked thoughtful. "Kind of messy and complicated."
"The act or the relationship?"
"Well, both." Michael laughed. "I don't know, it definitely wasn't what she was expecting."
"Was it what you were expecting?" Simon started chewing on his thumbnail, and Michael wondered what was making him so nervous. Weren't college guys supposed to talk about their sexual exploits? They didn't, but they weren't really typical, either-- and they both took pride in not being like their peers.
"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I didn't go into it with a whole lot of expectations, I was more or less just going along with what she wanted." Michael ran a hand through his dark curls, scratching the back of his neck. "It was okay, though. Once we figured out what we were doing. Why do you ask?"
"Uh..." Simon looked down at his hands. Michael knew his roommate well enough to know that meant whatever Simon was about to say was at least a prevarication if not an outright lie. "I don't know, something I saw on the internet made me wonder."
"You know better than to go on the internet, Si. You probably spend the least time there of any person I know."
"That doesn't mean I never use it! I'm not Amish, Mike, give me a break." Simon glanced up and shrugged, adding, "It doesn't really matter, never mind."
"If you say so," Michael agreed, privately resolving to figure out what was making Simon act so strangely. He had plenty of chances to observe his roommate over the next few days, considering the two of them already spent most of the time they weren't in class hanging out together, but the only thing he really discovered was that Simon got easily flustered when Michael watched him without being covert about it.
For a guy who considered himself to be pretty intelligent, Michael was surprised at how long it took himself to get a clue. It didn't happen until he was in neuropsych, flipping through the book to make a point in the discussion, and caught Jake and Greg holding hands under the table two seats down from him, and then it made sense-- Simon hadn't been talking about thinking about having sex with women. That was probably why Simon wouldn't meet his eyes for longer than a moment or two, too.
The realization that Simon might be kind of gay didn't faze Michael. The secondary realization that Simon might be so awkward because he was attracted to Michael took a little more processing. The tertiary realization that Michael actually wouldn't mind if Simon wanted him took a few more days to percolate, and by the time he figured that out, Michael just couldn't let the thought alone. He really wanted to raise the topic again, and this time if someone had to be awkward he was willing to do it.
He waited for the time to seem right to bring it up. He didn't want to interrupt Simon in the middle of important homework, or keep him up too late at night, but he didn't want Simon to just walk away from the conversation, either. Finally they were both in the room on a rainy Wednesday night, and Simon changed into pajamas and picked up a book that Michael knew he was reading for pleasure and not a class. Michael let him read for a half an hour before he put away his own homework and turned to look at Simon, who slowly lowered the book when he felt Michael watching.
"So I want to ask you an awkward question," Michael said, and Simon's eyes widened.
"Okay," he said noncommittally.
"What really made you ask me if I'd ever thought about anal? Because I know it wasn't just the internet." Simon swallowed, blushing immediately, and looked down at the book in his lap, and Michael clicked his tongue at him. "No, tell me the truth."
"Seriously? Mike..." Michael gave him a stern look and Simon wilted. "Jesus, okay. I asked you because I've been thinking that I want to try it... with another guy."
"With me?" Michael asked quietly. Simon winced.
"I wouldn't ask-- I mean, we're friends, we have to live together, it could really fuck our whole situation up here. I wasn't even going to-- I don't know why I asked you except because you're really the only person I felt even remotely comfortable bringing it up with." Simon looked more and more miserable as he talked. Michael almost felt bad for pushing him into the confession, except he wasn't done freaking Simon out yet.
"But what if I said yes?" Michael chewed on his lower lip, watching Simon go from red to pale in a matter of moments.
"Don't fuck with me, Michael," Simon said finally, looking down at his hands folded on top of his book. "You're not a cruel person, you shouldn't start now."
"I'm not fucking with you, Simon. I'm serious. If you really want to try it, I think we should give it a shot."
"You don't think it's a terrible idea that could ruin our whole friendship and make living together a hellish experience?"
"I don't know exactly what you think this entails, but I'm pretty sure it's not going to make us hate each other. It might make things a little awkward, but we're both used to awkwardness already. Anyway, isn't it the kind of thing you should do with someone you trust?"
"Well, yeah..." Simon glanced up to meet Michael's eyes, worry clear in his gaze. "I wouldn't have even brought it up if I didn't trust you. You really think we should?"
"I think you should probably think about it for a day or two and figure out how you feel about it," Michael said, "and if you decide it's a bad idea, then we never have to bring it up again, and if you decide it's a good idea then we can figure out the details."
"Okay," Simon said, nodding slowly, "all right, that sounds like a plan. I'll let you know when I figure it out, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. Don't stress out about it, man, whatever you decide is fine." Michael gave Simon an encouraging smile, and Simon smiled back weakly as he picked his book up again. Michael couldn't help but notice that Simon didn't turn the page once in the fifteen minutes before they turned out the light for the night.
Thursday passed uneventfully, maybe with a little more staring than usual, but Friday at lunch Simon tapped Michael on the shoulder and said, "Come back to the room after you're done with class."
"I have a seminar today," Michael said, and Simon nodded.
"I do know your schedule by now. See you at 4:30." That was all it took to completely wreck Michael's concentration; he took notes automatically in class but was uncharacteristically silent for the entire discussion, mostly because he couldn't pay attention to what anyone else was saying. The three hour class seemed to drag on for six hours, but when the teacher finally dismissed them, Michael found himself walking slowly across campus, hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack, looking down at his feet scuffing the pavement.
Honestly, he didn't need to worry about it. One way or another, whatever Simon said would be all right. Either they would just forget about it, or... or they would do something about it. And it was only that he'd been overthinking it for the past week that had him so nervous to find out what Simon had to say.
Simon was sitting cross-legged on his bed when Michael walked in, and he opened his eyes slowly at the sound of the door closing.
"Were you meditating?" Michael asked. Simon nodded.
"Yeah, I was. It helps me think." Simon smiled. "And I've been thinking a lot."
"And...?" Michael dropped his backpack on his desk and sat on his bed, looking at Simon expectantly.
"And I think..." Simon took a deep breath and unfolded his legs. "I think we should do it. I want to have sex with you, Mike."
"Jesus. I didn't think about what it would do to me to hear you say it like that." Michael pressed a fist to his mouth, laughing a little. "Wow. Okay, yeah, yes, definitely."
"Yeah?" Simon sat forward, grinning. "Okay. Awesome. When do you think we should?"
"Oh. I don't know... this weekend? Tomorrow?" Michael's eyes widened when Simon pushed off his bed and landed next to Michael.
"How about tonight?"
"Seriously?" Simon nodded and Michael leaned in closer. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"
"I'd mind if you didn't," Simon said, curling one finger in the neck of Michael's t-shirt and tugging him that last few inches until their lips met. Michael settled one hand at the nape of Simon's neck, fingertips brushing up through his blond hair, and hummed into Simon's mouth. Simon tasted like the peppermint candy they handed out at the dining hall and his cherry chapstick, and his lips were soft against Michael's.
"Tonight, really?" Michael repeated breathlessly when he pulled back, "Like in a few hours?"
"I'm not busy now," Simon replied, "unless you think this is the kind of thing we need to prepare for."
"Uh... no, I'm pretty sure we're good to go now if you want to."
"Well, let's not rush anything. Kissing is a good start, right?" Simon wound his fingers through Michael's dark curls and added, "I really never get tired of kissing."
"Good, I wouldn't want to lose your interest," Michael said, and Simon rolled his eyes and kissed Michael with more determination, as if trying to prove how very interesting he found him. Simon tugged a little on Michael's hair as he slid his tongue into Michael's mouth, taking charge in a way Michael hadn't been expecting but discovered he liked a lot. Emily had been demanding without really being assertive... Simon was assertive without being demanding, which wasn't surprising considering he was like that all the time, something Michael appreciated about his friend.
Michael wrapped his arms around Simon's shoulders and pulled him down to stretch across the bed, lying close together on the narrow mattress. They made out for a while, lazy and unhurried, combing fingers through each other's hair, trailing hands up the backs of each other's shirts, getting used to each other's touch. The moment Michael reached down to squeeze Simon's skinny ass, Simon broke away from his mouth and gasped. Michael paused uncertainly until Simon blinked green eyes open and said, "What? Do that again." He sighed happily when Michael did as requested.
"Is this why you got curious? You like having your butt touched?" Michael asked, kneading the slight curve of one cheek through Simon's jeans. Simon nodded, then pushed Michael onto his back and straddled his hips, bracing his hands above Michael's shoulders.
"Partially. Part of it really was the internet, though. I mean, I'd watch gay porn sometimes and I always wondered what it felt like, it looked like the guys really enjoyed, uh, bottoming..." Michael squeezed with both hands and Simon practically melted on top of him. "It got to the point where I couldn't stop thinking about it. And then you said you would, with me... god, I haven't been able to think about anything else since you told me to think it over."
"Yeah, no kidding. I was useless this afternoon. I have no idea what happened in class, after you told me to come back here my concentration was shot." Simon grinned, and Michael smacked his ass lightly. "Hey, don't look so proud about it."
"What? I can't be pleased that you were thinking about me?" Simon kissed Michael again, adding, "It's only fair."
"I guess so..." Michael looked up at Simon as he hooked his fingers over the waist of Simon's jeans. "Speaking of fair, can I get you out of these now?"
"Who can argue with a segue like that?" Simon laughed. He rose to his knees as Michael opened his fly and tugged the jeans down his hips, then slid off the bed to kick them all the way off. He pulled off his t-shirt, too, leaving himself in nothing more than a blue pair of boxers that did nothing to disguise the fact that he was completely turned on. He reached up to push his hair out of his eyes, looking slightly self-conscious. Michael reached out to pull him closer again.
"It's weird that I didn't think about how hot you are until like two weeks ago. I mean, you've looked the same since I met you, I just didn't realize the fact," Michael said. Simon looked surprised.
"You think I'm hot?"
"Well, yeah. Have you looked in a mirror? You're really good looking."
"You know, you don't have to flatter me, I'm already putting out," Simon said, but he looked pleased and less nervous. "Also, I think you should take your clothes off."
"I think you're right," Michael agreed, cooperating when Simon went to pull his shirt off for him. He toed his shoes off and wiggled out of his pants, and before he even got them all the way off Simon was climbing back into his lap, which felt like a much different experience without pants in the way. "Hey, when was the last time you showered?"
"Uh, like an hour and a half ago. Why?"
"Because I want to do something to you that I'm pretty sure you're going to enjoy." Emily had freaked out in the bad way when he tried it on her, but from the way Simon was reacting to having his ass handled, Michael was almost certain any freaking out that would happen would be entirely positive. Simon blinked down at him with wide eyes.
"Okay. I trust you," he said, and Michael kissed him sweetly, stroking a thumb along his cheek.
"Thank you." Simon went easily when Michael nudged him off his lap, sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. "Uh-uh. I want you on your hands and knees."
"You-- yeah, okay, anything you say," Simon said quickly, turning over and doing as Michael asked. He looked over his shoulder, still so wide-eyed, and Michael grinned and slid Simon's boxers down off his skinny hips, tugging until they were entirely off. "Are you really--?"
"Oh, yeah. I really am," Michael affirmed, and Simon said "oh," when Michael's hands cupped his ass, "oh, man," when Michael spread his cheeks wide, "oh jesus christ Mike!" when Michael leaned down and licked a long wet stripe right up the cleft of his ass. Michael just laughed and did it again, tasting nothing but clean warm skin, nuzzling in close and laving Simon with his tongue, getting sidelined with the occasional bite to the slight curve of a cheek. He listened to Simon's gasps and moans and let those guide him, doing things again that provoked a dramatic reaction the first time, flickering his tongue or pressing it harder, eating Simon out with the same passion and focus he'd ever put into going down on a girl. He kept going until Simon was actually trembling, arms gone shaky underneath him, and then Michael sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fuck," Simon groaned, "that was unbelievable, you're unbelievable." Michael grinned. Usually Simon had a way with words; reducing him to repetition was a good sign that Michael had blown his mind.
"Ready for more?" Michael asked. Simon whimpered and nodded.
"Yeah, please, keep going." Michael had to get up and go dig through his desk drawer, but it only took him a few seconds to find a bottle of lube and a condom, and the way Simon watched him with heavy-lidded eyes was more than a little bit exciting, not that Michael could get much more excited than he already was. He stroked a hand down Simon's spine and smirked when Simon's back arched.
"Okay. Relax, just breathe, all right?" Michael clicked open the bottle and drizzled lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to spread the slickness and warm it up a little before he sat down behind Simon and spread him open again, tracing the tight rim of his hole with one fingertip. Teasing Simon was probably more fun than it should be, just barely pressing one finger in before retreating again, until Simon looked back over his shoulder with desperation in his eyes.
"Mike. Put your fucking finger inside me already. Right now." Laughing, Michael did what Simon wanted, slowly sinking his finger into Simon's body. "Yeah, like that," Simon sighed, and Michael moved it in and out a few times before pressing a second finger in to a low, appreciative moan. It was fascinating to see how easily Simon's body accepted him, how eagerly Simon moved back into Michael's touch.
"You really like this, don't you?" Michael asked, starting to scissor his fingers carefully. Simon laughed breathlessly, dropping his head onto his crossed arms.
"Yeah. God, yeah, this is amazing, you doing this to me is so different from me doing it to myself." He canted his hips higher. "I'm so close to losing it already."
"Really? Should I slow down?" Michael dragged his fingers out and Simon whined.
"No. You should hurry up. I want more than your fingers," Simon said, and Michael had to bite his lip hard because hearing Simon say things like that was one of the hottest things he'd ever experienced.
"One more," Michael said, dripping more lube onto his fingers before pushing three of them into Simon. He wasn't trying to be a tease now, he just had thin fingers and wasn't sure two would be enough stretching, and Simon was so tight around three. He twisted his fingers, relishing the way Simon's breath caught in his throat. "Think that's enough?" he asked, fucking Simon steadily with his fingers.
"Yes, jesus christ yes, you need to fuck me immediately or I'm going to go crazy," Simon gasped. Michael grinned and bent to kiss the middle of Simon's back. "Please," Simon added.
"Since you asked so nicely," Michael said, and stood up to kick off his boxers, finally. "How do you want to do this? Like this or on your back?" Simon flipped over, looking up at Michael with dark, needy eyes and a flush staining his cheeks.
"Like this. I want to kiss you," he said, and Michael nodded as he rolled the condom on and knelt between Simon's legs. He slid one hand up the back of Simon's thigh, pressing his knee up to his chest.
"Hold onto your leg," Michael said, and settled in closer. Simon stared down as Michael took hold of himself and rubbed the head of his cock against Simon's hole, one last little tease before he pressed in, taking it slow and watching Simon's face for any hint of pain. There was none. Simon looked surprised more than anything, a look that faded into pleasure as Michael sank in as deeply as he could go and went still with his hips pressed flush against Simon's ass.
"Wow," Simon breathed, then reached up to pull Michael down by his curls and kiss him passionately. He nipped Michael's lower lip and said, "You need to start moving now."
"Right," Michael said, and went slow at first, pulling back and pushing in with control he was barely clinging to. He built up speed pretty quickly until he was pounding into Simon, who was clutching the blanket in both fists and moaning with every stroke. Michael reached between them and took Simon's cock in hand, jerking him completely out of sync with his thrusts. Simon didn't need synchronicity, he was on the verge of coming already; it was a matter of moments before he splattered Michael's fingers and his own stomach with pearly white, reaching his peak with a bitten-off cry.
"Don't you dare stop," Simon had to warn Michael, who slowed down as he milked Simon through his climax, "you go until you finish," and Michael had to bend to kiss him, because if he didn't kiss him there was a distinct chance that he was going to say something really stupid in the heat of the moment. Simon just smirked when Michael drew back, looking ridiculously satisfied, and stretched his leg out until his ankle was resting on Michael's shoulder. "Come on, Mike, give it to me," he said. So Michael did as he was bidden, fucking Simon fast and hard, wiping that smirk off his face and replacing it with gasps.
Michael had no idea how long he was in the tight clasp of Simon's body before he fell over the edge, whether it was closer to three minutes or thirteen, but when he finally shuddered to a stop, Simon pulled him down to the bed and nestled close, arms wrapped around Michael snugly.
"Thanks," Simon murmured into his hair. Michael laughed and turned to meet his roommate's eyes.
"Any time. And I mean that." Simon grinned and leaned in for a kiss. Michael had the feeling that the heartfelt offer was not going to take long to bring up again.