Fanfic - First Time
Well, as you can see from the title, this fic's about sex. It's completely plotless. And it isn't a really good piece of writing, I'm sorry. I felt really weird writing this, because firstly, I'm way under the age restriction to read this kind of stuff, let alone write. Secondly, I don't really swear, but I included swear words in the fic because... It just seemed to fit? I have no idea what I'm saying. Ignore my nonsense. Read on, and feel free to offer any sort of feedback afterwards!
"I need to tell you something." As Ian walks into my bedroom, I shut down my computer and turn my chair around to look at him. I stare at him, him and his soft brown hair, adorable smile and bright blue eyes. I can see him glancing over my body features too, and I’m pleased when I see a look of wanting on that handsome face.
Oh god, is he going to say what I think he's going to say? It's obvious that we've both sort of fallen in love with each other recently, but I never expected that Ian would be the one to make the first move.
"Anthony, I..." Ian starts, then stops himself, and looks down, blushing slightly. I think I know exactly what he's about to tell me, but damn it, I need to hear it from his own mouth, because I still can't believe this is about to happen.
"Just go on," I say, a little too fast, it's almost a plea, because I'm desperate.
"Anthony, I think lately we've both noticed that we're attracted to each other. We've been best friends since forever, man. But you and I could be so much more than that. And... I want it to happen. I want us to be real. I want us to be together. I'm sure you feel the same." He recites this in a rush, and I chuckle. He's definitely practiced this before coming up to me. Patiently, I wait for him to say the question. He takes a deep breath, and looks me straight in the eye. Then I hear the five words that I've been hoping for him to ask, the best five words I've ever heard in my life so far.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"Fuck yes," I respond immediately, and I stand up to crash our mouths together for the first time. Ian seems a bit surprised, but soon he's kissing back just as enthusiastically. This is fantastic. This is magical. I just know we're meant for each other. Our lips are moving in perfect synchrony, and his feel so smooth and sweet, I'm getting shivers all over. He's the one, no doubt about it. I've never had a kiss like this, so intense and passionate, full of love and lust and burning desire. Moaning into his mouth, I run my fingers through his brown hair, marvelling at its fluffiness.
Soon, Ian gets a little daring, and presses his tongue gently in between my lips, as if waiting for an invite. Grinning, I let him, and our tongues fight for dominance. This is better than any dream I've ever had of him. Because this is the real thing, this is the real Ian Hecox, making out with me, running his tongue over my lips, and kissing me in such an amazing way I think I might burst.
Somehow, we manage to manoeuvre ourselves to sit on the bed without breaking our lip-lock. As he pushes me down on the bed, I can feel his dick pressing against my thigh, separated by bothersome layers of clothing. Clothing that we’ll definitely have to take off later. We're both getting so much pleasure just from kissing, and I'm really hoping that he'll want to go all the way with this.
That's it, I need more. I reluctantly break our kiss, and struggle to help him remove his shirt, while he does the same with mine. In less than a minute, we're both in just our boxers, with Ian using his arms to keep himself above me. For a while, we admire each other's body. With one finger, I gently trace the faint outline of muscle on Ian's firm stomach, until he jerks away, laughing.
"Dude, you're tickling me!"
"It was accidental!"
I give Ian an exasperated look, to which he responds with a sheepish one. Our gazes meet, and for a few seconds, we seem to be having a staring contest, ice blue versus molten brown. God, I could get lost in those beautiful irises, so ocean-blue that I can imagine myself drowning in them. That would be a sweet death....
But before I know it, the eye contact is broken, and so is my train of thought, as Ian starts attacking my neck with light, playful nibbles. I can do nothing but moan in delight as he continues to travel down my body, licking at my collarbone, sucking my nipples gently, and overall just pleasuring me with his skillful tongue.
Ian shifts his position so that he's kneeling in between my legs. His mouth travels lower and lower down my torso, planting soft kisses here and there, causing me to squirm and wriggle in delight. Using his warm breath, he blows teasingly at my happy trail. Then Ian stops just before the line of my boxers. He looks up.
"Should we, erm, go on?" Ian asks hesitantly. I know he's thinking that we should take it slow, that we shouldn’t rush this. I mean, it hasn't even been a day, let alone an hour, since we became boyfriends. But fuck it, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't just go all out today. After weeks of lusting over him, Ian's finally mine and there's no way in hell I'll let this opportunity pass. And from that apparent bulge in his boxers, I know he wants this just as badly.
"Of course! I call top, though," I respond, giving him a smirk. Ian rolls his eyes as he lowers his head to my crotch once more.
"Fine, since you're older," he mutters. "But next time, you're my bitch." And with that, he pulls down the edge of my boxers, exposing my dick to the cool air. It's already hard from Ian's previous pleasure-inducing actions. Ian looks at it admiringly for a while, then licks his lips seductively, causing me to raise my brow.
"You've done this sort of thing with a guy before?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Once or twice," Ian replies, just as casually.
"Oh..."
The truth is, I've never done this with a guy. I didn't even know I was bisexual until I started becoming attracted to Ian. I'm slightly jealous that I wasn't the one who gave Ian his first time, but at least he's already done this sort of thing before, and it won't hurt him as much when I enter him.
"Fuck!" I cry out, as Ian begins to suck me off. Oh god. His soft, wet mouth slides up and down my dick, all while he's fondling my balls, and the feeling is just damn fucking amazing. I thread my fingers through his smooth hair once again, clutching it in a tight fist and letting out a lusty moan whenever he touches a sensitive spot. How is Ian so exceptionally talented at this?
Ian slowly drags his tongue up the shaft, and teasingly licks the tip, before going back down again, this time deepthroating the entire length, and fucking Christ, the sensations are overwhelming. As he continues to bob his head, he slides off my boxers completely, and lightly scrapes my inner thighs with his nails. Fuck. Pretty soon, I’m bucking into his mouth, groaning and gasping.
So much pleasure, so much feeling... Why the hell must Ian be so hot and talented? With his eyes closed like that, and the way he's humming as he continues to engulf my cock with that warm mouth of his… I'm so close to release now, just a few more seconds...
But suddenly I realise that I've been quite selfish, as Ian’s been doing most of the work. So I gently guide his head away from my dick, and move up to start kissing him passionately again, tasting some of my juices in his mouth. As I’m doing this, my hand moves down in between his legs, into his boxers. I push him to the bed, making a swap of our earlier positions, so that I'm the one hovering over Ian now.
Cautiously, I grab his dick and pump it at a slow steady pace. Ian shivers in delight, writhing under my touch. Picking up the pace, I continue to move my hand as I lick the nape of his neck, taking in his familiar smell, sweet and musky.
This time, it's me who kisses and nips Ian, allowing him to experience all the sensations he gave me earlier. I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing, because I’ve never done this with a dude, but from his string of gasps and babbles, I think I might be doing this right. I steadily jerk him off as I suckle on his body, and Jesus, I can’t get enough of his taste. His skin is warm, and slightly salty from sweat, and the faint scent of the lemon soap that he uses is driving me nuts in such a good way.
My mouth continues its way downwards, till I reach his boxers. I pull them off without any hesitation, eager to see his cock. I’m pleased to see that it’s completely stiff, and even leaking precum, cause this proves that all my work has paid off. I wonder how this moment even came to happen. When I first met Ian Hecox, I would never even have imagined falling in love with him, but now, I'm about to give him head.
Taking his dick into my mouth, I let out a low hum, as I swirl my tongue around it. It’s warm and slightly sticky, but it tastes exactly like the rest of Ian: perfect. I take his dick in a little further down my throat, and then let it slide out almost all the way, and repeat. At the same time, I use my hand to stroke the base of his dick that I can’t reach. My rhythm’s a little awkward at first, but after adjusting to it, I’m sucking him off like there's no tomorrow, causing Ian to let out a stream of profanities.
I concentrate on doing all that I can to pleasure him, massaging his balls lightly and even gliding my teeth over his dick. He's panting and wriggling like crazy now, grabbing onto the sheets desperately and calling my name over and over. I grin. I've definitely repaid my debt.
“I’m close!” Ian warns me, and I quickly sit back up, letting his dick fall out of my mouth with a pop. We wouldn’t want either of us to blow our load before we even got to the main event.
“Are you definitely sure you wanna go through with this, Ian?” I ask, rummaging in my drawer for the lube. I don’t think he'll say no, nor do I want him to say no, not at this critical moment, when we’re both hot and ready and desperate. But even though he's had some experience, it’s still gonna hurt him a little, and I want him to be absolutely sure.
“Just hurry up and get inside me!” Ian begs, spreading his legs open and raising them up, giving me a good view of his ass. I chuckle softly. I never knew he was this slutty. My gaze lingers on his tight-looking butt for a while, and I wonder for a moment about how good he’ll feel, before I begin to lube up my fingers. I’m so hard right now. I’m about to have sex with Ian, my best friend, my video partner, the person I’ve known my entire life. This is going to change everything. We’ll no longer look at each other in the same friendly way. Instead, every glance will mean so much more, filled with a deeper sense of love, and of course, unhidden lust. And there’ll be the cuddling, and the teasing, and probably even a date...
I’m still thinking to myself when Ian clears his throat. He’s been waiting for quite a while. Pushing down my embarrassment, I part his firm ass cheeks, and gingerly slide a bit of my finger into his tight, puckered hole, eliciting a slight gasp from Ian. Whoa, that’s tight. As I slowly push all the way in, I feel his warm walls closing around my finger. I can't even imagine how my dick's going to fit inside this small space. I slide in another finger, and Ian lets out an even louder gasp. Worried, I frown. Maybe touching his prostate would make this hurt less. Testing the waters, I curl my fingers up, and from the way Ian cries out my name, I know I've found his sweet spot. I continue to scissor my fingers in his ass, occasionally touching his prostate to take away the pain.
Soon, when he's ready, Ian gives me a nod.
This is it.
I'm about to fuck my best friend. We're about to have actual buttsex. I've never had buttsex before and I'm scared of messing everything up.
As if he's reading my thoughts, Ian looks up at me and says, "Don't worry, Anthony, I trust you. I can't wait for this. I'm really happy that I'm about to do this with you."
"Thanks, dude." I smile down at him, feeling more confident.
I line my dick up with his hole, poised to enter. Taking in a deep breath, I push in.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. It's completely indescribable. I thought the blowjob was amazing, but the immense friction I'm getting now is out of this world, and I haven’t even gotten all the way in. Using my hand to steady the base of my cock, I slowly continue to enter Ian, giving him time to get used to the feeling. Inch by inch, my dick crawls into the burning, clenching tightness.
A soft whimper breaks the tense silence. I check Ian’s expression, and to my horror, it’s one of pain. He catches me looking and quickly gives me a reassuring smile.
“I thought you’ve already done this sort of thing before?” I ask, slightly suspicious.
“It was a really long time ago,” Ian admits. “Keep going, I’ll be fine.”
I’m still doubtful, but I do as he says. Ian’s clenching my bedsheets again. I can see sweat drops starting to form on his head. I wonder for a moment how painful it is, how it feels like to have your asshole stretched like never before. I'm guilty that I'm getting all the pleasure again. I hope it stops hurting for Ian soon. Suddenly, I feel my dick go all the way in Ian's ass. Holy fuck. A jolt of electricity floods my whole being, and stars dance across my line of vision. I'm so ready to just start fucking Ian hard and fast, but I know that we have to go slow. This is our first time.
I take a moment to savour the intense pressure around my dick, before pulling out a bit. I push back in once more, trying to take my time and not just fuck him hard and fast like I want to. As soon as I’m all the way in again, I hold perfectly still, and stare down at Ian.
He has his eyes closed and brows furrowed, and his pink lips are slightly parted. I know he's trying to get past the initial pain, so I decide to continue my slow thrusting pace. Gazing at him, I think of how lucky I am to have someone as perfect as him. He's sweet and funny. He's dedicated to Smosh, and committed to our fans. He's the most important person in my life, my best friend, and now, my lover. He's truly beautiful, in every single way. If only I had the balls to tell him all of that. But for now, I'm just gonna be straight to the point.
"Ian... You're goddamn beautiful." I whisper, and I kiss him on his forehead gently just as his eyes open in pleasant surprise.
"If you think complimenting me's gonna get me to pay for dinner later, you're wrong," he jokes. I roll my eyes.
"I didn't- "
"Oh fuck, Anthony!" Ian cuts me off. He moans, putting his arms around my neck. I probably hit his prostate. I wrap my own arms around his body, glad that Ian's starting to enjoy this as well. But suddenly his ass squeezes around my dick again, and I moan. He's so damn warm and tight, it’s almost impossible to believe. I thrust in particularly hard, effectively striking his prostate again. Ian presses his mouth to my neck, mumbling pleas into it. Everything about this moment is too good, the tightness gripping my cock, the heat of Ian’s body rubbing against mine, the sensual sounds coming from him...
"Dammit, Anthony, I need you harder!" Ian cries out desperately. I oblige, and increase my speed and force, adding to the friction. The fucking friction that's just too good.
I really can't get enough of him. I can't even think anymore. Ian's ass is working my dick and Ian's burying his face into my shoulder, muttering words or something, or I don’t even know, and I don’t even care because I can't process anything else other than the feeling that’s coursing through my entire body.
My brain is telling my body to just keep on going, keep on diving back into that tight pleasure. I do as it says, pounding into Ian hard and repeatedly. The sound of skin smacking against skin accompanies our passionate moans. Ian shouts my name again and again, begging me to keep hitting that spot, and his pleas are just so hot, I cannot say no, so I angle my hips to aim at the bundle of nerves. Ian starts his own thrusting motion, clenching tight around my cock.
"Mmm…" Ian moans, his normally bright eyes clouded with lust as he continues to clench around my dick, his ass warm, tight and so fucking amazing, and I've never felt so goddamn good in my whole life. His hair is slightly damp with perspiration, sticking to his forehead in a way that just makes him look incredibly hot. So incredibly hot that I have to taste his lips again. Our kiss is wild and frantic, just like the sex. We're just completely lost each other, two parts melded into one. Ian Hecox, I fucking love you.
“Anthony, fuck!” Ian calls out again, face contorted in ecstasy. He grinds back towards me, panting like crazy, and it’s just so damn hot to hear those sounds coming out of his mouth.
I’m almost there. And he is too. Slamming my hips into him as fast as humanly possible, I grasp his dick, and pump it quickly. In a few strokes, Ian yells, and releases his white stream of liquid, coating our bellies. As he does, he tightens around my dick for the final time, triggerring my own orgasm. Sparks of red and blue fly behind my closed eyes, as I release my load into Ian’s ass. My brain explodes into jelly. This feeling beats all the happiness I've ever experienced. Nothing could ever top this.
I’m in a hazy state as I slowly pull out my softening cock, overwhelmed and dizzy from what just happened. Wow. I just fucked one of the hottest men on the planet. I laugh, barely believing it.
Ian lies flushed on the bed, and I lie right beside him, the both of us panting hard. I hope Ian isn’t in too much pain. I was a little rough on him. I turn to catch his eye, and for a while we share the same breath, the same warm air passing between both our mouths. He leans in to kiss me again, and it’s just as fantastic as the very first kiss we shared, not even an hour ago.
“That was amazing,” Ian whispers into my mouth, rubbing his nose gently against mine.
“Yeah,” I reply, so exhausted I can barely manage to say the word. I capture his lips again, and pull him close to my body, snuggling him. The both of us are too tired to move, let alone get dressed. So we stay like that on the bed, naked and cuddling each other, until we finally drift off to sleep.
The End
Okay, this is my first time writing smut... I'll try to write something less crappy in the future.