Want to Come Back to Mine?
“Now drink your water before you dehydrate,” Steve said. It brought a small smile to Peter’s face.
The pair quickly finished eating and Steve asked for the check. Peter stepped away to the bathroom for a minute to assess himself. His eyes were a bit red, and after rinsing his face, he didn’t look too bad. But he knew the date hadn’t gone as expected. At least Steve knew a little bit more about him and he’d seen him cry. All he needed to do was fart in front of Steve and he’d know just as much about him as his closest friends and family.
When he returned, Steve was ready to go. They got back in his car and drove back to Peter’s dorm.
“Will you walk me to my door?” Peter asked, as Steve came around to give him his usual hug.
“Yeah, definitely.”
Peter told the RA at the front desk Steve was a friend who was just coming to pick something up and the girl just waved him off as if it didn’t matter. She looked too busy watching the latest episode of some reality show.
Peter led Steve to an elevator and they went up to his room on the third floor. “Thank you for tonight,” Peter said, as they reached his door.
“No, thank you. It was lovely.”
“Even after I cried all over your shirt?”
“Especially then.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
They grew silent as they smiled at each other. And just as Peter was about to ask if he still expected that kiss at the end of the night, Steve leaned forward. Peter met up with him and his hands flew up to the man’s face. This kiss felt different. Still as passionate as before, but not as sloppy. Not as desperate. Like they knew it meant something different. That neither of them was going away and this was only the beginning. There was more to come.
Peter pulled away with a smile on his face and asked, “You wouldn’t want to come in, would you?”
“Not tonight, Peter. But, definitely soon. Goodnight Peter.”
Peter nodded. “Goodnight.” He watched the man walk away, biting his lip happily, thinking about their kiss and what it meant for their future.
He went into his room and was glad Steve decided not to come in when he saw Scott was in there. Still, he was glad Scott was there and awake so he could tell him everything about the night. He couldn’t contain himself and told him every single detail until he noticed Scott had passed out. But he didn’t care. Nothing could ruin his happiness.
The next day, Peter got a text from Steve asking if he wanted to hang out that night at Quicksilver. He replied yes and only seconds after, he got a text in the group chat. It was Carol saying she was hosting another game night that night.
“It’s the last Saturday before we cram for finals,” she said. “I want to have fun and get fucked up to prepare myself.”
“Can’t go tonight. Already made plans,” Peter texted back.
Carol replied with a thumbs down emoji and then Scott replied with an affirmative that he would be there and probably spend the night.
He felt bad because he wanted to go to the possibly final game night of the semester, but he’d already made plans with Steve and Steve was once again his priority. Especially after their date last night. He wanted a sort of do-over where he didn’t spend the night crying.
Steve picked him up around 9pm and when he got in the car, they hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Peter wondered if this was what dating was like. They weren’t committed to each other yet, but Peter knew that he would be the only one Steve had his eye on and vice versa. It was casual, but there was an expectation.
When they got to the bar, they saw that Hulk was DJing and went to say hi to her. Then they went to get some drinks and began dancing to the music. They were a “they” and Peter could sense it. They weren’t just friends anymore. They were something more. An in-between.
The drag show went on as usual, but Steve was the only star in Peter’s eyes. He just wanted to kiss him again. And as they hit the dance floor again, Peter leaned in close. He wanted to show everyone that he was there with Steve. That Steve was the only one that mattered to him that night. That all he wanted was Steve. And Steve seemed to reciprocate.
Peter didn’t care who watched on as he and Steve made out on the dance floor, sensually moving to the music. Bodies pressed together, hands feeling all over each other. It was like that for an undetermined amount of time and only ended when Steve said he needed to use the restroom and hydrate.
Peter was feeling cheeky and followed him into the restroom, locking the door. Steve didn’t object, but went straight for the toilet and began peeing as Peter watched. Steve then washed his hands and turned to Peter. Their eyes locked onto each other for a few seconds before Peter headed straight towards Steve.
Steve pushed him up against the bathroom wall, holding the back of his head so he didn’t hit it, and they began making out again. Steve’s soft moans turned Peter on and he reached up to start unbuttoning Steve’s shirt.
Steve pulled away and stopped him. “Hey, as hot as this is...I’d rather not do anything crazy in a gross bathroom at a gay bar.”
A devilish smile grew on Peter’s face. “Want to come back to mine? Scott’s out for the night. I have the place to myself.”
Steve bit his lip as he thought about it and then nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”
The two of them booked it out of the bar, hand in hand, which only made Peter more excited. Was he really about to head back to his dorm to have sex with Steve? Was he really about to lose his virginity? The closer they got to his dorm, the more nervous he got. But it was a different kind of nervous than he had been when they were on their date the night before.
What if Steve didn’t like his body? What if he was bad at sex? What if that was the reason Steve decided he didn’t want to date him anymore? What if he accidentally farted during sex? Or what if he cried again? What if it hurt and it turned him off sex forever? Or worse, what if the only reason Steve was even humoring him was because he wanted to have sex with him and then leave him? That one was a little far fetched but still a possibility.
Again, the RA waved them off and they rushed into the elevator, where they began to make out again. Peter wondered if there was a camera in the elevator, but that only turned him on more.
They practically ran to Peter’s room and once they were inside, Steve picked him up by the legs. Peter’s arms automatically clung to Steve’s shoulders as they kissed once more. Steve took them over to Scott’s bed and they kissed some more before Peter had to stop. He didn’t want to fool around on Scott’s bed, thinking about how he would never want Scott to fool around on his bed either. “Wrong bed,” he said.
“Oh shit,” Steve said with a giggle and got up. Peter jumped up as well and used the force to push Steve towards his bed. Steve lost his balance and fell on the bed. Peter smiled as he crawled on top to kiss him once more.
It wasn’t long before his hands were attempting to unbutton Steve’s shirt again. He was a bit nervous and fumbling with it. Steve helped out and then reached over to help Peter out of his shirt as well.
It was the first time he was seeing Steve shirtless and it was more amazing than he could imagine. The bulging pecs, the washboard abs, the biceps that could strangle him in a chokehold. Even the amount of hair on his body was perfect. Peter couldn’t help but start kissing Steve everywhere. Steve just chuckled as he lay there and caressed Peter’s hair.
And as if it were an instinct, Peter’s hands found Steve’s jeans button. As he sucked on Steve’s left nipple, he undid the button and unzipped the jeans. Steve moaned and pulled Peter’s hair ever so gently, but enough to feel a slight sting. His hands felt Steve’s erection in his underwear and he wanted to see the thing face to face.
He leaned up and began to pull Steve’s pants down. That’s when he noticed the underwear he was wearing. “Oh my god...the holographic jockstrap.”
Steve laughed as his face went red. “I wore it as a good luck charm, but I swear I didn’t think I would actually be getting lucky.”
“Well, I think you should wear it more often. When you’re with me.” He yanked the top of the jockstrap down and Steve’s cock sprung out like a jack ’n the box. It was long and surprisingly thick, especially the head. Peter wasn’t sure how he was going to fit this jack in his box but he was unconditionally and irrevocably going to try.
Peter had only ever seen this done before, but he’d waited so long to try it. He stuck his tongue out and licked the head of Steve’s cock. He knew Steve was watching him, but Peter’s main concern was the cock. Because what was good for the cock, was good for the gander. It tasted odd, a little bit like pee, a little bit salty. It made sense that it would taste that way, but it still threw him off a bit. Still, he was determined to do this.
He leaned in and tried to put his whole mouth around the head. His tongue continued licking the tip. From Steve’s moans, he knew he was doing okay. Then, he began to take more of it in, though he knew it was already too much. He didn’t want to gag, although he knew Steve would probably like that. He retreated a bit, continuing to lick the tip when he could, and then began moving down again. He continued this motion and Steve’s hands caressed his hair again. This and the moans made Peter happy that he wasn’t fucking it up.
It was definitely different giving a blowjob than getting one. The only thing that was turning him on was the fact that Steve was enjoying it. Without the moans or the caresses, Peter probably wouldn’t have known what he was doing and not enjoyed it at all.
He felt like it was a lot of work too. Giving a blowjob certainly was a job. He had to bob his head up and down, make sure he wasn’t using teeth, attempt to lick as much of it as he could, and also suck as hard as he could. He wasn’t exactly sure when he was supposed to stop, hoping Steve would be the one to tell him when.
“I’m gonna cum,” Steve finally said, but he continued slowly thrusting his hips up towards Peter’s mouth. And part of Peter wanted to see how much of Steve’s cum he could take. So he continued sucking. Finally a large moan came out of Steve, and Peter could feel the ejeaculations going into his mouth. He didn’t know if Steve’s cock was too far back in his throat or if he was just that good but he swallowed it all up, or at least enough that when Steve’s cock left his lips, there wasn’t a drop left. “Fuck.”
“Is that what’s next?” Peter asked, biting his lip mischievously.
“Are you sure?” Steve raised an eyebrow, but Peter nodded vigorously. “Okay.”
Steve leaned up and pulled Peter in for a kiss. But just at that moment, they both heard the dorm door unlocking. Peter quickly got up as Steve pulled up his pants and grabbed his shirt.
Luckily, they were quick enough that Scott wasn’t able to see any genital bits of them when he entered the room. “Oh, hey guys. Shit. Am I interrupting?”
“Sorta. I thought you were gonna be at Carol’s tonight,” Peter said.
“I was, but then she had some girl over so...I’m sorry. I didn’t know you two would be having a sleepover either.”
“It’s cool,” Steve said as he buttoned up his shirt. “I should go anyway. I’ve got to be up early tomorrow.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Peter said.
Steve took Peter’s hand as they went out into the hallway. As soon as Peter closed the door, Steve turned and pinned Peter against it, kissing him passionately. He then lay a trail of kisses down to Peter’s neck and whispered. “Next time, my place. We won’t be interrupted there.”
“Deal,” Peter whispered back.
Steve gave Peter one more kiss before he let go. He smiled once more before waving at him and walking off. Peter’s heart was beating fast. He may not have lost his virginity to the man yet, but at least he successfully sucked him off and that was an achievement of its own.