Cold Hands, Warm

Cold Hands, Warm... by Jade Falconer

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Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222 This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. eBook ISBN 1-59426-572-0 Cold Hands, Warm ... © 2006 by Jade Falconer All rights reserved under the International and PanAmerican Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Cover art © 2006 by Trace Edward Zaber Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC. www.Phaze.com

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Billy was definitely rethinking his decision to attend college in the northeast. Originally from southern California, he wasn't used to the blistering cold of a midwinter blizzard. Bundled up, with only his eyes showing between scarves and knit caps and hoods, he shuffled quickly towards his dormitory. It was Friday afternoon, the beginning of a long weekend, but all he could think about was getting inside. A number of his dorm mates chuckled at him as he finally made it through the door. Obviously more accustomed to the cold, they teased Billy about how bad it was going to get later that evening. But then, Billy didn't have anywhere to be, and he didn't have to go outside. He had his hotplate and tiny microwave, plenty of popcorn, and powdered hot cocoa. He was set. People were leaving for the weekend. Monday was a holiday and there was a teacher's conference day on Tuesday, so there were no classes until Wednesday. Even some of the other out-of-staters were heading out to enjoy four days in a row away from school, or five if they could get away with cutting Wednesday. Billy wished he could go home, but he'd just been home for Christmas, and his mother didn't have the money for another plane ticket. So, he was stuck with his somewhat elusive roommate, Paul. Billy rarely saw Paul. They had conflicting class schedules, and Paul had a job off-campus. He usually came in late and left early. Of course, those were normally excellent traits in a roommate, but Billy couldn't help but be disappointed. It was his first year away at school, his first time away from home, 5

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and he was desperately lonely. It didn't help matters that Paul was gorgeous and slender, with expressive hazel eyes and reddish-brown hair. Every glimpse Billy got of him only fueled his fantasies about what would happen if they were ever stuck together in their room for an extended period of time. Billy sighed as he started the lengthy process of unraveling layers of wool from around his body. He hung up his scarf, hat, and coat and put his gloves on the shelf. He took his long, black hair out of its bun and shook it out, letting it fall in waves over his shoulders. His hair was a pain in the ass, but it was really his only vanity. That, and a little eyeliner. He dragged his backpack over to the bed and flopped down on his mattress. He decided to get some homework out of the way, then maybe treat himself to pizza delivery. Make someone else go out in the snow so he wouldn't have to. **** The door always stuck when it was damp outside, and Paul had to give it a good shove with his hip before it gave. That meant he was off balance when it opened abruptly, and he stumbled in, almost falling on top of Billy, whose bed was near the door. "Sorry," he mumbled, blushing. "Fingers frozen." He'd forgotten his gloves in his rush this morning. Billy made him feel like a huge dork. His roommate always seemed so poised and together, and he was always clumsy around him. Billy seemed to have a natural sense of style, always looking put-together. Even now, in the middle of a blizzard, Billy's clothes matched and looked clean. Paul was 6

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lucky to find clothes that didn't smell bad. They were usually wrinkled no matter what he did. Billy looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Oh ... It's all right," he said breathily. "You should really wear gloves." He nibbled on his bottom lip for a moment, then looked down at his textbook, open on the bed before him. He expected Paul to leave again in a little while, anyway. "Are you leaving for the long weekend?" he asked, not looking up. Paul walked across the room, dropping his books on his bed. He wiggled his fingers, trying to warm them. "No. Parents are out of town, and I was gonna work," he explained, looking out the window. "But my boss just texted me and told me he's shutting down the store for the weekend." He sighed and peeled off his snow-covered jacket. "You're not leaving either?" Billy looked up at him. "Um, no. I don't have the money for a plane ticket to California, and where else would I go?" He shrugged his shoulders and lowered his eyes again. It looked like they were there together, for the weekend. He couldn't help but feel happy about that. "I was ... um ... I was gonna order pizza. Do you wanna share one?" he asked. Paul smiled. He still felt a little shy around Billy because they hadn't really spent much time together, but he'd instantly liked him. He tried not to think too much about why. "Sure!" he said enthusiastically. "As long as you don't want something weird like anchovies on it," he added, kicking off his shoes. "Ew, no. Who eats anchovies?" Billy wrinkled his nose and grinned at Paul. "I guess I should call now. They say the 7

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storm is just gonna get worse. I think most everyone in the dorms already left." He sat up and pulled out his cell phone, dialed the local pizza place, and ordered a large cheese pizza. They didn't seem too happy about delivering it, but they promised to be there within half an hour. "Good, I'm starving," Paul said, patting his flat belly. "I think I forgot to eat today." He grinned at Billy. "Hey, I hope we don't lose power. That would suck." He wasn't too concerned, though. He felt exceptionally good-natured about the storm now that he was out of it and didn't have to leave again. "I didn't eat anything, either. I overslept a little for my sociology test, so I didn't have time." He shifted to sit crosslegged on his bed. "I don't think we've ever spent an evening together in the four months we've been here." Paul sat across from him, unconsciously mirroring his position. "No, I don't think we have," he agreed. He pushed his long bangs out of his eyes. "So what do you usually do for fun?" Billy felt a little self conscious to suddenly be the object of Paul's full attention. The small talk was a little awkward, but he hoped he could learn more about Paul this way. "Oh," he said softly. "Um, I study mostly lately. I like to go out dancing sometimes. I like movies and music and reading. Not really ... um ... athletic. Although I used to skateboard when I was a kid." He felt like he was babbling and promptly shut up. Paul brightened. "Oh man, I miss skating," he said with feeling. "I bet I'd kill myself if I tried anything right now." He snickered. "Were you any good?" 8

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Billy's eyes lit up. "No," he said, laughing. "I guess I wasn't that bad. But I wasn't good. Were you?" he asked. Paul smiled a little shyly. "I wasn't bad," he admitted. "It was about the only thing there was to do in my little town." They chatted for a little while about mutual interests until the pizza arrived. Billy went to the main dorm door in his coat when the delivery guy called his cell phone, and slipped back into the room, holding the large flat box. "Mm, it's really warm," he said as he cleared a space on his small desk . "Smells great," Paul said, breathing it in. He went to the small fridge. "You want a Coke?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "Sure," Billy said amiably as he took a slice and a paper napkin, and sat on the edge of his narrow bed. He glanced out the window, but all he could see was white. "Maybe we should see if there's anything on the news about the storm," he suggested as he accepted the cold can of soda from Paul. "Good idea," he nodded, and got up to turn on the small TV. He flipped through the channels until he found the news. "Can you see from over there?" he asked. "Um ... not really." He got up and perched on the edge of Paul's mattress. The television glowed softly in the fading light. "...all residents are advised to stay inside, stay off the roads tonight," the anchor reported . "Many parts of the county are reporting record snowfalls of eight and nine inches already on the ground, and an additional six inches is expected before morning..." 9

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"I guess we're definitely stuck here," Billy said, taking a bite of pizza. Paul nodded. "Good thing we got this pizza when we did," he said thoughtfully, chewing. He looked over at Billy and blushed a little when he realized Billy was so close. On his bed. He wasn't quite sure why it made him feel so warm. "You wanna watch a movie?" he asked softly. Billy smiled at Paul. He realized that it was probably just as well that his roommate was never around. He could have a extremely pathetic crush on him so very easily. "Sure. My mom just sent me some Netflix bootlegs." He got up and rummaged through his desk drawer. "I have Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe, Kung Fu Hustle, and The Ring," he suggested. "I've never actually seen The Ring," Paul said. "I love scary movies." They'd been living together for months but he didn't really know him. He wanted to, though. He was the perfect roommate. He was neat and quiet and smelled good, even. Paul realized that was an odd thing to think, but he couldn't help it. It was true. "Me, too." Billy popped the DVD in and took another piece of pizza. He sat near the head of the bed, beside Paul, and kicked off his sneakers so he could put his feet up. "This movie is super scary. It's one of my favorites," he said softly. He reached for the remote control and handed it to Paul, brushing shoulder to shoulder against him for a moment. He couldn't help but glance at Paul afterwards, wondering if he minded the contact. He didn't seem to notice. 10

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"I've heard so much about it," Paul said. He suddenly realized how alone they were, and how close. He was sure that most, if not all, of the people who lived on the floor were gone. He felt so isolated, but that didn't bother him. Billy being so close, though ... that bothered him in a different way. He just couldn't define it. "I can't wait." The movie began and right from the start it was scary. Even though he'd seen it, Billy still gasped and tensed up. He pulled his knees up to his chest, watching the screen avidly. When the action died down a little, he pulled the sleeves of his hoodie down over his knuckles. "Is it cold in here?" he asked softly. Paul had been so caught up in the movie that he hadn't noticed. He paused the movie and considered. "Maybe a little," he agreed. "It must be really cold outside." He got up and pulled out a big quilt from the closet. "Here, you can use this if you're cold," he offered, bringing it back to the bed and unfolding it. He spread it across the bed and sat back down. "Now that you mention it, it is a little chilly." They had no control over the temperature in the rooms. It was an old building, and controlled in the basement. Billy wriggled under the quilt, pulling it up to his shoulders. "Thanks, Paul," he said, smiling. As the movie was started up again, Billy leaned a little closer to him. "If you're cold you can get under the blanket, too, you know," he said, just above a whisper. Paul blushed a little. What was he embarrassed about? There was no one around but the two of them. No one to see. "Okay," he said faintly. He was cold, after all. He pulled the 11

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cover over him, and sighed happily. It was much better. Except now Billy's warm firm thigh was pressed against his. Billy was feeling more than content. Paul was even sweeter than he'd thought he was. He wished he knew if Paul liked guys at all. He let out a quiet sigh, and tucked a long strand of jet black hair behind his ear. As scary as the movie was, Paul was having difficulty concentrating on it. It wasn't the cold; it was the fact that he was too warm. Not unpleasantly so, but Billy was very close, and that proximity was doing things to his body that he wasn't sure he should accept right now. The man next to him smelled good, and felt better, and Paul had an uncontrollable urge to put his arm around him. At a particularly scary part, Billy choked back a squeal and grabbed Paul's arm, turning his face into the other boy's shoulder. "Tell me when it's over," he whispered. Paul whimpered a little at the abrupt contact. Billy's hot breath was right on his neck, which was very sensitive. Billy's soft hands gripped his bicep, and God help him, it felt good. He felt a suspicious tightening in his lower belly that usually signaled arousal, and he gasped softly. "It ... it's over. Sort of," he said. Billy looked up at the screen hesitantly, but didn't immediately pull away. "I hate that part," he whispered, still clinging to Paul, although he loosened his grip on his arm a little. "Sorry," he whispered, leaning back a little. Paul was warm and his presence was comforting. "It's fine," Paul murmured. In fact, it was more than fine, if a little frightening. "You ... you can do that any time you 12

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want." He wasn't really thinking coherently. He swallowed hard, still looking at Billy. The room was most definitely getting colder. Billy's eyes met Paul's and he swallowed hard. He unconsciously licked his lips. "Thanks," he whispered. "Anyway, it's warmer this way." He rested his head on Paul's shoulder, readjusting the quilt. "Is this okay?" he asked. Paul suppressed a moan, and he felt his arousal increase. He just hoped Billy didn't feel it. It wasn't possible that he was actually hard because a boy was pressed against him, was it? He was confused. "Yes," he whispered, eyes a little too wide. Surely Billy was just being friendly, and meant nothing by this. Billy was a little confused, too. He would never treat another guy like this, normally, unless he knew for sure that he liked guys. But Paul didn't seem to mind. Other guys would. He started to feel a little hopeful about it. Besides, it was legitimately freezing in their room. "It's not ... too weird?" he ventured hesitantly. "I don't think it's weird at all," Paul said. "I mean, it's just the two of us, right? If we're okay with it..." Paul trailed off, lost in Billy's gaze. He'd never been this close to another guy. Billy was so pretty, though, that he didn't seem like a regular guy. Billy nodded a little. "It doesn't bother me, obviously." Quite the contrary. Billy couldn't think of anywhere he would rather be at the moment, even sunny California. "Doesn't bother me," Paul whispered. "It's nice ... and warm." He just hoped he didn't have to get up, because the 13

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problem currently aching inside his boxers would be obvious then. Billy nibbled on his full lower lip. "Can I ask you a personal question, Paul?" He was feeling a little light-headed, considering how close they were. His body was starting to take notice, despite the room temperature. Paul's heart started pounding. Well, you couldn't get much more personal than being cuddled up under a blanket, all alone, could you? "S-sure," he stammered, mouth going dry. Billy wasn't sure how to phrase it. "Um ... do you ... have a girlfriend?" he stuttered. If Paul was gay it would be the perfect opportunity to come out with it. Paul blinked. That was the last thing he expected. "Um. No," he said. Then, because it seemed like the thing to do, he asked, "Do you?" Billy sighed a little. He couldn't very well just blurt out that he was gay while he was practically pressed up against his roommate, who was essentially stranded in their room with him. "No. I was just ... wondering." He laid his head back down on Paul's shoulder and watched the movie. Paul was still confused, and aroused, and he wondered why Billy had asked him that. To be honest, now that he thought about it, he would have been very surprised if Billy had said he had a girlfriend. He decided he couldn't really say anything without seeming to pry, though, so he stayed quiet. As the movie reached a crescendo of scariness, Billy found himself hiding his eyes in the crook of Paul's neck more often than not. "I swear I watched this the first time," he said softly. "That's why I know what parts I'm scared of." He 14

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laughed a little at himself, and without really meaning to, he nuzzled Paul, breathing in the fresh scent of shampoo and warm boy skin. Paul just barely held back a moan; Billy was very nearly kissing his neck, and his body liked it far too much. He was rock hard now, and he didn't want Billy to stop. He wondered if he could climax just from this, and if so, if Billy would notice. His arm had slipped around Billy, just because of the position they were in. By the time the credits were rolling, Billy's hand had made its way partially around Paul's waist. His heart was beating fast and he decided to take a chance. "Can I ask you another question?" he whispered. Paul had relaxed somewhat but his arousal hadn't lessened. Now he was anxious again, but he said, "Sure." Billy raised his head to look into Paul's eyes again. This was it. If Paul was freaked out by this question they would be spending a very uncomfortable weekend together. "Do you ... have a boyfriend?" he asked softly. Part of him had been expecting it, so it wasn't a total shock. Still, he didn't know what to say. Or rather, how to say it. In the end, he went with a mirror of his previous response. "No," he whispered. "Do you?" The implications of Billy's question were trying to sink in. Billy took a measured breath, then said carefully, "Not anymore." His mouth felt dry suddenly, and he was sure his heart was going to burst from pounding so hard. He waited for Paul's response, afraid to advance or retreat in anyway. 15

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Well, there it was. The confirmation. And truth be told, Paul had known it all along, just had pushed it out of his mind. It was all he could do to hold still. Not that he felt uncomfortable; it was that he didn't want to make Billy think he was upset or freaked. They were pressed against each other tightly. "I'm sorry," was all he could think to say. Billy pouted a little. Then it occurred to him what Paul meant. "Oh. Sorry I don't have a boyfriend anymore? It was a couple of years ago. I'm over it." His tongue nervously wet his lips. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked. "No," Paul said immediately. Well, he was uncomfortable, but not in the way Billy was probably thinking. "I'm very comfortable. And warm," he breathed, looking into Billy's eyes. His body wanted something, now that he knew for sure, but Paul reminded himself that just because Billy was gay, didn't mean he was attracted to him. Billy's hand slid further around Paul's waist. "So ... you don't mind ... this?" He leaned closer, wriggling a little further under Paul's arm, shifting down the mattress by a few inches so he was pressed against his side. "N-no," Paul replied shakily. Was Billy trying to kill him? The warm body pressed against him was not helping Paul to sort out his own feelings. There was another boy pressed against him, but his body didn't seem to care, and went on being aroused. He tightened his arm around Billy's shoulders. Billy was unsure. Paul's reaction was tentative, but he wasn't rejecting him. "Does that mean ... you like it?" he asked, smiling a little. 16

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Paul could feel the chill of the outside room, and it was cozy under the blanket. But he knew that wasn't what Billy meant. "I ... I think so," he whispered, blushing bright pink and closing his eyes. "It's ... I've never..." Billy was encouraged and he nuzzled Paul's cheek. "I'll stop if you want me to," he whispered. He hoped Paul didn't want him to stop. He wanted to go further. Stop? Stop what? What were they doing? Paul didn't have a clue and he was afraid to ask. But it felt good and he was so hard that he could barely think. "D-don't stop." Billy smiled. Even if Paul wasn't completely sure about it, he wasn't dismissing it. He was curious. Billy ducked his head and pressed his lips against the side of Paul's neck. "You can tell me to stop any time." he said. "Oh, God," Paul whimpered, lifting his chin to give Billy more access. Billy's soft nuzzles seemed to go straight to his erection, and his eyes rolled back in his head. A guy was kissing his neck. And he wanted it. Billy's fingers traced the edge of Paul's belt buckle through his T-shirt. He couldn't quite believe his handsome roommate was actually into it. He nibbled on his earlobe, aching to hear that beautiful voice again. This time Paul moaned out loud, and he didn't try to quiet down. "Billy," he gasped, panting now. That hand was so close. He couldn't voice what he wanted, though. Not yet. So with a trembling hand he took Billy's hand, and gently moved it lower to his very obvious arousal. He wanted Billy to know how affected he was. 17

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That made Billy whimper a little. He could tell he was into it, but he didn't realize exactly how into it he was. He rubbed the heel of his hand slowly and firmly up and down the hard line. "I ... I've thought you were hot since school started," he whispered. Paul was lost already, moaning at the touch. "Oh God, I ... I didn't know," he panted. The thought that his roommate had been thinking about him ... about this ... was extremely hot right now. "Feels good..." He wasn't completely inexperienced, but he'd only had one girlfriend back home and she'd never touched him like this. Billy really wanted to kiss him, but he wasn't sure if Paul was quite ready for that. He cuddled down under the blanket some more, and tugged Paul's belt buckle open. "Is this okay?" he asked. Paul tried to reply, but his voice came out as a squeak, so he tried again. "Yes," he finally said, swallowing hard. "Oh God," he moaned, trying to mentally prepare himself for Billy touching his cock. He hoped he wouldn't come right away. He ached. Billy deftly unbuttoned and unzipped him. He watched Paul's face, drinking every detail of every expression. He was so handsome. He slid his fingers inside, and gently curled them around the hot hard flesh. Paul cried out, gasping Billy's name. No one had ever touched him like this, and he wanted it so badly. There was a hand on his cock, a boy's actual hand, and already he was close. He arched up into Billy's hand, gasping anew at the friction that it brought. 18

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Billy whimpered. Paul's reaction was better than anything he'd ever seen. He sucked wetly on the other boy's neck as he started to stroke him. He'd done this before, but only a few times. He pushed his body more firmly against him under the blanket until his own erection pressed against Paul's hip, which made him moan aloud. Paul became dimly aware of a hardness against him, and it was a moment before he realized what it was. It was Billy's ... oh, God, Billy was hard from this, too. He moaned more loudly and instead of upsetting him it just aroused him more. Billy realized that there was no good way to do this without some kind of lubrication. He looked at Paul's face with a little uncertainty, then burrowed under the quilt. In a moment he was bending over Paul's body in the dark, close warmth. He swirled his tongue around the head of Paul's cock daintily, wetting it. Paul almost screamed then; it happened so fast he had had no time to prepare himself for Billy's mouth on him. He'd definitely never experienced this before, and it blew his mind as he felt the wet heat of the mouth on him. It felt so far beyond good that he knew he was only going to last moments. Again, Paul's reaction spurred Billy on. He'd never imagined what a turn on it would be to give someone so much pleasure. He sucked him into his mouth as far as he could, pressing his lips firmly around him. It just got better and better, and Paul thought he was going to die. Well, at least he'd die happy. There was heat and wet and suction and suddenly he had to see what it 19

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looked like. He lifted the blanket, looking underneath, and that made him moan even more. His cock was in his roommate's mouth. "Oh, Billy, I'm gonna..." He could feel it, he was coming, and he couldn't stop it if he tried. Billy whimpered a little and sucked harder, bobbing his head a little as he felt Paul's cock pulse into his mouth. He swallowed clumsily. He knew something about blowjobs, but this was the first time he'd ever actually attempted one. Paul was nineteen years old. He wasn't a virgin. But nothing in his limited sexual experience compared with this. The sheer eroticism of coming in Billy's mouth, watching it, was something he'd never imagined. It seemed to last forever, the best climax of his life. Billy slowly pulled back. He felt embarrassed all of a sudden, and he lowered his eyes as he straightened up. He tugged Paul's boxers up and pulled the covers up over them again. He looked up at Paul shyly. It suddenly occurred to him that they had the whole rest of the weekend together and his heart skipped a beat. Paul slumped back to the bed, still breathing hard. He looked at Billy, stunned. He knew he had to say something, but he didn't know what. He settled for, "That was amazing." He licked his lips. "I ... I've never felt anything like that." He blushed again, and tried to smile. He could barely move. Billy smiled and pulled the quilt up over Paul. He leaned back against the headboard, wanting to give him a little space. "I'm glad you're not freaked out," he said. "I don't usually ... I mean ... I've never done that before." 20

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"Really?" Paul blurted, then smiled. "I mean, it was very good," he added sheepishly. "Not that I've ever felt that before." He looked shyly at Billy. "It would be kind of hypocritical of me to be freaked out now, wouldn't it?" Strangely, he felt centered right now. As if things were becoming more clear. Billy smirked a little. "I guess so," he said quietly. He was still ragingly aroused, though he felt like he could almost get his body under control. "You've never ... um..." ... had a blowjob? Liked a guy? He wanted to ask so many things, but he wasn't sure how. But above all, he wanted to know if Paul liked him, specifically. Paul was feeling sated. "I've never done a lot of stuff," he admitted, reaching out shyly and putting his hand on Billy's hip. He wanted to return the favor. His thumb slipped under Billy's T-shirt, and he traced the soft skin over his hipbone tentatively. Billy's breath hitched as he stared into Paul's eyes. "I ... I really ... l-like you, Paul," he said. Paul was voluntarily touching him, and he wanted to sob with relief. "I like you, too," Paul breathed. "I wish we'd spent more time together this year," he said. Maybe this would have happened sooner. But now ... "But I guess we can make up for lost time this weekend, huh?" He smiled; the way Billy looked at him made him feel good. He moved his hand to the other man's stomach, pushing up his shirt and touching the silky skin. Billy nibbled on his bottom lip, smiling hopefully at the other boy. "Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly. His heart was 21

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pounding and his young body was almost trembling with desire. Paul's eyes widened. He hadn't thought of kissing. "Of course," he said, leaning close. He hadn't even kissed anyone in ages. He wondered if it would feel different to kiss a guy. Billy reached up and let his hand rest against Paul's face. He leaned closer and pressed against his lips. His eyes fluttered closed, and he felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven, alone in his room with a handsome boy who liked him. It didn't feel like kissing a girl. It felt better. Paul whimpered a little and kissed back, scooting closer to Billy on the bed. His hand went to Billy's back, stroking softly. They were definitely making out now, and Billy melted against Paul. He slid his hand around Paul's neck and parted his lips, stroking the tip of his tongue over Paul's. He turned towards him more, sliding his knee up over Paul's thigh. Paul parted his mouth readily, suddenly eager to be as close as possible to this sweet boy. The warmth of his body was amazing and he couldn't get enough. The feel of Billy's arousal against him was different, but not upsetting. He pressed closer. Billy took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into Paul's mouth. He moaned quietly, wriggling against Paul's body. He lost all concern over whether things were moving too fast, or whether Paul was really sure that he wanted this. His body only wanted one thing, and his thoughts turned to that. 22

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Paul moaned, his tongue meeting the other man's. Billy's body against him threatened to arouse him once again. He wanted more, more contact, and impulsively he moved, rolling on top of Billy, carefully, because the bed was small. Billy whimpered. The pressure of Paul's body on top of him was amazing and he wriggled a little to spread his knees apart. When he did, their cocks ground together and he whimpered again into Paul's mouth. He could feel that the room was still chilly, but beneath the blanket it felt blisteringly hot. Paul pulled back from the kiss, panting. It felt so good to be on top of Billy, but he wanted to be sure. "Is this okay?" he asked, rapidly hardening at the intimate contact. Billy nodded, panting softly. "I ... um ... do you..." He bit his lip, feeling shy again. "It would be better ... without clothes," he said, flushing at his own boldness. "Oh God," moaned Paul, fully hard again. He smiled and said, "We'll really have to try hard to keep warm, then." The room was even colder than before. The college must have shut off the heat to the whole building, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Billy giggled a little. He nodded. "Yes. Very hard," he breathed. He licked his lips, turning serious for a moment. "I know this is all really fast, but I really want you." Paul just looked at Billy for a moment. "You mean..." He trailed off. He wanted to be sure what Billy was asking for. Billy reached up and combed his fingers through Paul's soft bangs. "Please, I want you to fuck me," he whispered, his cock throbbing as he said the words. 23

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Paul gasped softly. It was the most arousing thing he had ever heard, and he suddenly wanted it more than anything. "Oh, Billy," he panted. "Have you ever..." He had had sex with a former girlfriend, but only a few times, and he suspected things would be different with a boy. But at least there was no question about how it would go. Billy was asking to be fucked. Billy shook his head. "No. But I know what to do. I have ... um..." He glanced over at his bed, to the small plastic case beneath it. He turned his eyes back to Paul. "I have everything we need. If you want to," he added. "Do you?" Paul didn't even hesitate. "Yes," he said immediately. "I want it. I want you." He rocked against Billy, the idea of fucking him making him pant. Billy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled up at Paul. Now that he knew that Paul wanted him, he felt reassured. "You want to fuck me, Paul?" he asked. "You want to slide your big, thick cock inside me?" He was only torturing himself, but it was delicious. It had been so long since he even touched another human being, he was starving for it. Paul's eyes went wide. He'd thought he couldn't get harder, but Billy's words were making him breathe hard. "God, yes," he whispered. "You're so fucking hot..." Something about Billy just tapped into his most secret fantasies. He hadn't even admitted it to himself, but he'd been fascinated with Billy since they'd first met. Billy ran his tongue along his lips again. "Would you get off of me for a couple of minutes?" he asked. He was loathe to 24

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venture out from under the covers, but he knew it would feel wonderful when he got back under them again. "Do I have to?" Paul grinned, but he rolled off Billy. He took the opportunity to pull his shirt off as he did so. He was aching once again, with the thought that he was going to fuck his sexy roommate. Billy wriggled out from under the covers, and unzipped his thin hoodie, then pulled off his long-sleeved T-shirt. He grabbed the box from under his bed and fished out a little tube and a foil packet, placing it on the small nightstand next to Paul's bed. He moved quickly, because it was freezing in the room, and shed his jeans, boxers and socks, before diving shyly back under the blanket. He smiled at Paul. "Brr," he said, smiling. Paul only caught a brief glimpse of pale bare skin before it was covered again. He felt a little sad at that. He'd wanted to look. But it was very cold. He wiggled off his jeans and boxers under the covers, and suddenly realized he was naked with another equally naked guy. Billy pressed up against him under the covers, meeting skin to skin for the first time. "You're warm." He slid his arm around Paul's middle and ran his hand over his smooth skin. Paul could only moan; Billy's skin felt like silk against him and he wrapped his arms around him. Their bare cocks met and he gasped. They were going to have sex. It was really going to happen. He leaned down to kiss Billy again. Billy kissed back, opening to Paul. His cock was aching but he knew they would be making love, soon. When he broke 25

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the kiss, drawing a deep breath, he gazed into Paul's eyes. He reached over to get the condom, tearing it open. Paul watched; somehow the condom made it all the more real. He was almost panting, just from the lithe body pressed against him, and the anticipation. "Want you, Billy," he whispered, in case it wasn't obvious. Billy smiled and slid his hands under the blankets. "Maybe when they turn the heat back on we can get a good look at each other," he whispered. His fingers found Paul's cock blindly and he rolled the condom down his hard length. Billy's hand on him made him groan, and Paul said, "Never ... Been this hard ... Billy..." He was too turned on to be nervous. "Me, either," he whispered, though there was no one around to hear. He reached for lube and uncapped it, spreading some in his palm and letting it warm up in his hand before he slipped his hands back under the blanket. He looked into Paul's eyes as he reached for him again, slowly stroking the slickness up and down the length of him. Paul's eyes widened a little. He hadn't thought of the practicalities. He whimpered little as Billy touched him. "Is it different?" he asked softly. "I don't want to do anything wrong." "You won't. It's almost the same. I mean, I've never done it before, but, um..." Billy blushed a little and his hand stilled. He looked at Paul's handsome profile. "Do you not want to anymore?"

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Paul looked back at Billy quickly, and his heart wrenched. "I do," he said after a second. "Want you so much, Billy. It's just ... all so new." He pulled him into another hot kiss. Billy whimpered quietly and urged Paul on top of him again with a gentle tug at his hip. They were so close. He wanted to lose his virginity to this boy. He'd never wanted anyone more. Now Paul was on top of Billy again, but with nothing between them. It was immeasurably hotter. "Oh," he gasped as his cock slipped between Billy's legs. He felt clumsy and awkward but he wanted this so much. Billy pulled his knees far apart and up as high as he could manage, trying to get the angle just right. He was panting hard, gazing into Paul's eyes. "Want you, Paul. Please, take me," he gasped. Paul reached down, guiding his cock. He pressed against Billy's entrance, hoping he had it right because he couldn't see. He pushed, and began to slide into incredible, tight heat. Billy gasped and looked up at Paul, wide-eyed. He told himself to relax. It was so tight it felt like there was no way Paul's cock was going to fit. But he wanted it so badly. "Is this okay?" Paul said, his voice strangled from the effort to go slowly. It really did feel as if he would never fit, and he watched Billy's face anxiously. A deep moan escaped him as the head slipped in. Billy nodded. "Yes," he croaked. "Just go slow. It's supposed to get ... ohhh ... um ... easier." He inhaled a shuddering breath. "God, you're so ... big." Paul knew he wasn't that big, but Billy's words right now made him feel like a god. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, 27

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and though Paul wasn't usually given to hyperbole, it was the absolute truth to him. He slid deeper, biting his lip against the pleasure. Billy whimpered a little. He was growing more used to the feeling of being full. He smiled breathlessly up at Paul. "You're inside me," he whispered in wonderment. "Feels so ... mmmm ... so good, Paul." Instinctively, he bore down and it got even easier. Paul slipped in deeper and moaned loudly. It was a very good thing they were all alone in the dorms tonight, because Billy made him want to be loud. He thrust gently, gasping at how good it felt. He supported himself on his arms so he could look at Billy. Billy wrapped his legs around Paul's body. He'd never felt so close to anyone. They were connected completely. Then Paul pulled back and thrust in again and Billy felt an electric shock of pure pleasure. He cried out, his body tightening for a moment as his cock throbbed. "Oh God," he said. "Is that good?" Paul asked, moaning. He thought maybe it was a silly question but he wanted to be sure. He thrust again, eyes rolling back in his head; it felt like nothing he'd ever experienced. Billy moaned, writhing a little. "Yes," he gasped desperately. "Good. More. Paul, pleeeease." He wanted to feel it again. He was frantic for it. Billy begging was amazing, and Paul wanted to please him. He thrust again, trying for a steady rhythm, concentrating on that as the pleasure built up. This was so much more intense than anything he'd ever done before. 28

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Billy's body started to tremble. He was so close. He reached between them and curled his fingers around his own cock with a strangled whimper. "Oh God ... Paul ... Gonna ... Come..." Paul was lost. He watched Billy and moaned, jerking as he thrust faster. He was close, too, and he drove in and out a little faster, no longer holding back. "Billy..." Billy shuddered and started to come, pulsing into his own fist. He stared intently into Paul's eyes, and the power of the revelation was incredible. He felt completely exposed, completely open to the other boy, and it made him cry out Paul's name as the orgasm rocked him. There was no way Paul could stop himself, and he climaxed hard. He never took his eyes from Billy's face as he buried himself once more, then froze as he pulsed inside him. Ecstasy unlike anything he'd ever dreamed of gripped his whole body. Billy stared up at him, breathing hard as he relaxed back against the bed. A faint smile played across his lips. "That was amazing," he whispered. He was overwhelmed with affection for his handsome roommate. Paul smiled a little shyly. "Yeah. It kind of was, huh?" He rolled off Billy carefully, and snuggled against him under the warm covers. "But I think we need lots of practice at it." Billy giggled and curled around him. "I'm glad you feel that way," he murmured. "I couldn't agree more."

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About the Author Inspired by the important things in life: beauty, love, and passion, Jade Falconer has spent several years writing erotic fiction. The forbidden nature of homoeroticism has been the basis for many megabytes of fiction that has delighted a wide circle of online readers. Please feel free to visit Jade on MySpace at www.myspace.com/jadefalconer.

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