His First

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His First: Chapter 6: There’s Always a Morning After


It was the curious feeling of warm breath flowing over his neck that roused Brendan. He tried to shift away from the prickling sensation but he was pinned by an immovable weight. Colin… The night swept suddenly over him in phantom brushes of heated touch and inexplicable pleasure. He swore he could still feel the man moving inside him.

Colin’s consciousness likewise began to stir. His limbs were heavily sated and not inclined to move especially since they were wrapped around a particularly nice body. He did manage to heave a very satisfied sigh while snaking his knee further between the thighs of his subjugated companion. The body whimpered and wiggled beneath him. Colin nuzzled against the soft young flesh and blew at the dark curls near his nose slowly realizing who was lying under him.

Brendan resettled as Colin pulled his weight to one side yet not completely off of him. He could now turn his head enough to look into Colin’s face. They studied each other in a drowsy post coital morning. Brendan was captivated by Colin’s presence. He really liked being close to Colin, surrounded by him, consumed by him.

Colin was silent in his own amazement. He’d known this boy for almost his whole life and never would he have dreamed that last night, that being with him would ever have been, well, like that….

A hand slid over Brendan’s exposed back causing him to close his eyes in sweet surrender wishing he’d never have to move again. However, his arms and legs had different ideas. Brendan squirmed again underneath Colin.

Colin begrudgingly untwined his limbs from around Brendan and leaned back. He mourned the loss of the boy’s warmth as he moved away. Brendan had begun to twist and turn towards him when the boy suddenly froze and cried out in pain.

When Brendan pushed against the bed with his legs to face Colin his whole body screamed at him. He reflexively curled into Colin and clutched at the older boy’s arms. The embrace that came around him was solid and sure. It held him still as he waited for the pain to subside.

“Brendan?” Colin called as the boy crumbled against him. He stroked his hand down the naked back to Brendan’s thighs and began massaging the muscles he had abused. “Fuck…I’m sorry …” Colin whispered realizing that this was the result of his enthusiasm from last night. As the body relaxed against him and Brendan’s breathing returned to normal he pushed away the dark lanks of hair from Brendan’s pale face. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so rough.” He kissed Brendan’s moist cheeks, “I just…. lost control…” his voice trailed.

“I’m alright,” Brendan whispered. It wasn’t Colin’s fault that he never done it before. He knew he’d be soar afterwards he just didn’t know it would be this bad.

“Stay here.” Colin instructed with another soft kiss.

Brendan sighed as Colin pulled a blanket over him and left him alone. He looked out his window to see the first rays of light coming up. Finally wonder what time it was he craned up to see the clock on his headboard. It was just after 5 am. They had a few more hours before his Mom got home.

Colin returned with a glass of water and a couple pills. He helped Brendan to lean up against him on the bed. Colin cradled the sore boy in his arms. “Quite the collection of pain killers in the bathroom.”

Brendan tossed back the pills and drank about half of the water. “Privileges of living with a nurse I guess… lots of free samples.”

“Does that explain the abundance of ‘items’ in your night stand?”

Brendan blushed and nodded resting against Colin’s chest. “Right after our first ‘sex’ talk I started finding condoms in there. Then after I told her I was gay we had another talk and new ‘items’ began to appear along with the condoms.”

Colin grinned at his bashful companion and slid them down into bed again. They carefully snuggled closed to each other under the covers. “I am sorry.”

Brendan reached around Colin and hugged him, “Shut up. I’ll be fine.” Brendan’s being sang as he felt Colin all around him again. Even in his most outrageous fantasies he’d never imagined his first time would have been like this. Colin had been attentive both physically and emotionally. Brendan had had moments of uncertainty and feelings of inadequacy but Colin deftly assuaged those fears. It was more than sex. It was more than beautiful. He would treasure it always. “Thank you,” Brendan whispered into Colin’s chest.

“For what?” Colin mumbled.

Brendan swallowed hard. “Taking care of me… for making it so… incredible.”

Unable to respond, Colin pressed his lips to Brendan’s forehead. It had been incredible for him, too. Colin had enjoyed some damn good sex before last night but, between him and Brendan, there had been a deeper connection that made it so much better.

They laid in the quiet, as the sun came over the horizon, neither one really trying to find sleep again. At 7am Brendan’s alarm went off.

“Stay for breakfast?” Brendan asked carefully reaching up to shut off his alarm.

“Is that ok? Will your Mom…?” Colin finished his statement internally, ‘freak out’.

“It’s fine. Come on.” Brendan slowly arose form the bed careful not to move too fast. The painkillers had done their job but he still felt the need to move gingerly. He grabbed a pair of sleep pants out of his dresser.

Colin was collected his clothing scattered across the floor. “Mind if I wash up a bit?” he asked.

“Go ahead,” Brendan nodded and watched Colin’s bare bottom disappear into bathroom. He needed to clean up too, but he could wait. His Mom would be home soon.

Brendan started scrambling eggs -- her usual welcome home. Would she instinctively know what had happened between her son and his best friend’s brother? It wasn’t like Colin had never been over before or that she’d never met him. Still it was always spooky how moms tend to pick these things up.

In the bathroom, Colin rubbed the hot soapy washcloth over his abdomen. His mind was curiously blank of anything but the moment he was in. He liked being here with Brendan, liked being ‘with’ Brendan and if he thought about it too much then he might loose this feeling of reverie. He finished washing off and pulled his clothes on before going out to the kitchen.

Just as Colin sat down at the breakfast bar there was a jumble of keys in the door. Brendan held his breath as his small brunette mother stumbled in, in her blue scrubs.

“Oh? Hello boys. Didn’t ‘spect you’d be up…” She tossed her bag and keys beside the door. She groaned and gave her back a stretch. Then shuffled into the kitchen.

Brendan nervously leaned back from the stove to offer his cheek for her to kiss. She fussed over him then took a seat next to Colin to wait for her eggs.

Breakfast was wonderfully uneventful. Brendan watched his mother pick at her food and politely interact with Colin. She didn’t seam to realize she was sitting next to the boy who, just a few hours ago, was sliding his dick in and out of her son’s ass. Brendan blushed affronted by his own indecent thoughts. His Mom thanked Colin profusely for ‘taking care of her baby,’ making Brendan turn even darker. Maybe she did know… It wasn’t long before she was yawning and excusing herself. Brendan sat back down feeling a wave a relief.

Once they were alone again Colin looked at Brendan. The boy was slouched on a stool across the narrow bar from him eyes closed, releasing the tension that had built up in his body since his mother arrived. He looked very sweet and very tempting. Brendan absently licked at his lips and Colin’s blood rushed down into his groin. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea for him to hang around. He still had to go work today. “I better go,” he murmured.

Brendan’s eyes snapped open. He reluctantly nodded and walked Colin the short distance to the door. Colin’s hand closed over Brendan’s elbow and their bodies came together. Pressing up against Colin felt like the most natural thing in the world to Brendan.

Colin held Brendan close nuzzling his face into the crook of the boy’s neck taking in deep breaths of his scent. He wanted to say something, everything, anything but all he could manage was to hold Brendan against him. He really didn’t want to leave but finally he stammer out, “I’ll…see you…later…”

Brendan felt Colin lifting. His hazel eyes met Colin’s quiet blue eyes ones and he nodded, “ok…” Brendan watched silently as Colin turned away then stepped out through the door. He let him go without protest watching until Colin’s car backed out into the street and slowly drove away.

Brendan quietly shut the door. There was an ache in his being now to rival the ache of his body. His mind was waking up and with it the inevitable struggle to understand what had happened and pick it all apart. He decided a soak in the tub would be a good solution.

Brendan lay in the water listening to the birds outside and random passing of cars as his mind pondered over lots of things. He wondered if this was just a one time thing, sort of a Happy Birthday deflowering? True, he’d had a little crush on Colin but never thought the man would ever indulge him. Was that all it was, Colin indulging him? Or maybe it was more a brotherly act to ensure Brendan’s first time was …nice? Actually when he thought about it, Colin seamed to be the one initiating things. He kept offering to stop, all the while carefully enticing Brendan to continue. Like their fist kiss, so sweet and soft, perhaps even tentative, then Colin asked if it was ok as he swooped in again. Brendan shivered at the thrilling memory. No, he decided, Colin wasn’t indulging his crush or being…charitable so to speak. Though the older boy had been patient and kind he had also been very persistent in his pursuit. Still, Brendan didn’t know what to do next and that was a big factor in how/when he could tell Michael. Brendan was caught between the excitement of telling his best friend he’d had sex and the horror of telling him that it was with his brother. Brendan wondered if Michael would be happy, indifferent, or even angry. It was an impossible situation to reason through so he chose to put it out of his mind and think about happier things, sexier things like; did Colin really moan ‘Brendan my sweet baby’ as they were fucking? He chuckled as the memory made his stomach flutter again. People said a lot of regrettable things in the throes of sex, right? stuff they never intended to say? He hadn’t though. Brendan had meant every single grunt, groan and ‘oh, God, yes!’ he uttered. He didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed which is what he thought he would feel the morning after.

Brendan sank into the hot water. He closed his eyes and the whole night played for him again; Colin’s fingers running over his face, his mouth sucking at Brendan’s neck, the heady weight of the man laying on top of him. Brendan’s body responded to his musing. He slid his hand down into the water to encourage his stiffening cock. Lying back, he stroked himself slowly, recalling the feel of Colin’s hands and mouth against his sex. He let out a soft sigh as his fingers slid along the underside of his cock mimicking the way Colin’s tongue had tantalized him. He heard that sultry voice whispering to him again, ‘you want to know what it’s like to be kissed, and touched….’ Brendan gripped himself fully, ‘in places no one has ever been.’ He pictured Colin’s blond head bobbing over his body sucking in his length. His hips lifted up meet his wet hand as he climbed upwards towards his release. He remembered harder touches, fingers sliding inside him. Brendan reached down with his other hand to finger his hole. “Colin….” he whimpered tugging at his dick and teasing himself. The water sloshed around him. His body shook uncontrollably as he worked himself into a frenzy. Brendan was teetering right on the edge; his soft moans echoing off the tiled walls. Both arms splashed in the water with their sharp movements. Suddenly his body arched and his head jerked backwards frozen in a silent scream as the beautiful release hit him. He slumped down into the water pretending the warmth that embraced him was Colin’s.

It felt like a long time had passed before he thought to get out of the tub. There was still shit to do today like laundry and homework. Then there was the party at Anne’s house and perhaps his execution if he decided to tell Michael about him and Colin.


TBC