Lambert fiddled with the duvet beneath his palms, twisting and pinching the soft cotton as he tried to calm his heart and stop blinking so quickly. There was no reason he should be this fucking nervous, but it always happened before they tried something new.
Since he'd started dating Aiden, Lambert's sex life had gone from IUCN certified extinct and something he ignored to make himself feel less like an undesirable worm, to a mind-blowing rollercoaster that left him breathless and dazed at every turn. Aiden had helped pry Lambert's libido free from a fuckton of repression and fear-induced paralysis, leaving a whole wide world of kink and sex free to explore. As long as it was with Aiden, and the light was off, and Aiden wasn't wearing his glasses so everything was blurry anyway, and–
The list of "nah" was quite long. Maybe more than quite. Aiden was helping him tackle each one at a time, but it was like a game of wack a mole. No sooner had Lambert overcome one issue, another popped up or resurged. Some of it would never change, but other items were… negotiable.
This was just another step, but it felt more like a leap. Compared to other things they'd done, it was fucking nothing, but the self-disgust so deeply ingrained in Lambert's psyche hadn't allowed him to even entertain this before.
Aiden had seen Lambert squirm with arousal while watching porn together, getting wetter when someone received head than from anything else.
It was hot, alright? Watching someone's tongue work like that, the lucky guy writhing and shaking…
But that guy wasn't him. Wasn't Lambert. That guy was confident and smooth-skinned, with faded scars, a square jaw, and a good hairline. Lambert would never be that. His second puberty had skipped the floppy-haired twink stage and gone straight to mid-thirties blue collar with rapidly emerging cranial thumb print. Who would ever find him attractive? Well, Aiden, apparently.
Lambert trusted Aiden. Aiden wasn't a one night stand using him for some kinda fetish bingo card, or a drunken dickhead in a club, or a curious Grindr match, or any of the other skin-crawling encounters Lambert had endured since he'd built up enough self esteem to start dating. Aiden looked at, kissed and touched Lambert with genuine fucking affection and desire, so Lambert had said yes. Yeah, sure, no biggy.
It was a biggy. Fucking mammothy. The bathroom door clicked and Aiden swaggered out in his cotton boxers, smiling, lips slightly parted. Lambert could see the line of Aiden's cock, carefully positioned off to the side and already hard. Lambert tried for laid-back. "Sure you don't wanna put that to good use?"
"Bertie, tonight's all about you, this," Aiden pointed at his dick as he stood at the foot of the bed, hips thrust forward, "is just from thinking about what I'm about to do. You're so fucking hot, can't wait to hear that mouth of yours run off."
Lambert's cheeks burned and he rubbed his legs together. He couldn't help but look at Aiden's lips, damp and plush; the first throb of arousal rolled through him as he thought about how they felt on his skin, how they would feel between his legs. "C'mon then, stop dragging your feet."
Aiden's smile softened, his head tilted the other way. Lambert wasn't kidding anyone, least of all Aiden, who hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers. "Mind if I take these off? Might cum in my pants while my tongue's in you."
Another rush of heat pulsed through Lambert's hips and his toes curled. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Lambert swallowed, licked his lips and nodded. The pressure under his skin only intensified as Aiden shimmied out of his boxers, making a show of it as he always did, cock bouncing free of its confines and swaying with the shimmy of his hips. Lambert wished he had Aiden's body confidence, but it was easy when you were all smooth, brown skin, toned muscles and cheeky grins…
The bed dipped as Aiden crawled up it on hands and knees, and Lambert fell back into the pillows behind him. His lips were soft, and gentle, the moan of longing that slipped past them vibrating to Lambert's very core. This was familiar ground. He knew how Aiden felt above him. The soft curls of his reddish-brown body hair against Lambert's chest, the firm heat of his body pressing close, desperate to feel and be felt.