"Cuddle Bug, do you think I'm attractive?"
Scott was a little taken aback by the bluntness of the question, but answered immediately, "When I first saw you at the grocery, I stayed in your line on purpose, just for a chance to talk to you. When you came to my clinic, and the sunlight from the windows hit you just right, I had butterflies. When you agreed to our first date, I could barely restrain myself from doing cartwheels down the hall. If I could tell myself then, that you would be in my bed now, I would have called myself a liar.
The dark helped hide how heavily Ryan was blushing. "Do you... find me... sexually... attractive...?"
Scott gave him a gentle squeeze. "I do."
"Why haven't you... tried... anything...?"
Scott found Ryan's hand and laced their fingers firmly. "The first words you said to me were, 'Don't touch me.' On our first date, you left after making it clear you weren't comfortable with sexual favors. I'm waiting for you to tell me you're ready. Yes, I want you, but I respect you enough to wait."
From there, the topic drifted to experiences and first times. Ryan's first time was actually with a girl in high school, when she propositioned him after learning male omegas couldn't get you pregnant. Ryan was curious and naive, and went along with it for a while, but the girl had a no-touching policy, and it wasn't long before he simply couldn't get it up any more. It ended soon after that.
Scott's story was an experience from his early college days. He'd wound up in an orgy during a mixer he was invited to during rush week. It was how he learned he really didn't like being on the receiving end of anal, but helped him confirm his questioning bisexuality. He could still recount the hangover the next morning, and the surreal feeling of waking up in a bed with way too many people. He admitted he was lucky to not have caught anything, and it certainly wasn't something he wanted to do again.
He waited for Ryan to judge him for it, as it had been a sore spot in some previous relationships, but Ryan just squeezed his hand a little tighter, offering the viewpoint that if Scott hadn't experienced that, they might not be together right now, so it couldn't be all bad. Scott hugged him and kissed his ear.
Scott tread carefully into the next topic. "I'd there anything you're in to? Anything I can do or wear that would make our first time special?"
Ryan went quiet for a moment, just long enough for Scott to think he'd gone too far, before replying, "I can't think of anything. I haven't had that many experiences."
"What about absolute no-goes?"
"Restraints." Ryan answered immediately. "I don't like BDSM stuff."
"Don't worry, neither do I."
Ryan had tensed, but he relaxed after his boyfriend's words. They lay in silence for a bit, as Scott connected a few mental dots. He would be happy indeed to personally castrate whoever this ex of Ryan's was.
"Is there anything... you're in to, Cuddle Bug...?"
That was a million dollar question. Scott had been agonizing about how to bring it up, or if he was ready to bring it up. It could end things here and now. It already had once before, after all.
"I've... got a kink. It's a little out there, and plenty of people find it odd so... I want to preface this by saying this is in no way a requirement for sex."
"You can tell me."
"I'm into... urolagnia."
Ryan was stumped. "What's that? Does it have something to do with Europeans?"
Scott went on to explain that it was getting aroused by watching someone pee or wet themselves. He explained how it was very situational, how he didn't experience it at work if he had to catheterize a patient or run a urine sample, but videos of people acting as voyeurs did it every time. He stressed again that he in no way expected Ryan to participate, and that sometimes when he needed to get his rocks off, that's just what happened to help the most. And, that he could do without it if it bothered him.
Scott's heart pounded. This information was exactly the reason his last serious relationship ended. It wasn't just so he could take time to focus on his doctorate, it was because his partner at the time was completely repulsed when they found out. Ryan was staying quiet way too long. Say something, oh please, say something!
"I don't think... That's something to be embarrassed about." Ryan's words rang out in the darkness. He turned so they were face to face. "I don't really get it, but it doesn't change who you are. It's not like I'll love you any less for it."
Scott kissed him tentatively. Ryan kissed him back, pressing their lips together firmly, the sound of the broken suction echoed. Scott could barely make out Ryan's face. He leaned in again, testing with his tongue. Ryan parted his lips. They threw their arms around each other, bodies pressed tight as they explored their mouths, only stopping occasionally for air.
First they turned and Scott was on top. Then, all of a sudden, Ryan was on top. They were getting lost in each other. Grinding ensued. Ryan moaned as Scott's hand slid down to grip his ass. That sound was enough to wake Scott up to what was happening.
Between kisses, Scott tried to get out, "We need to stop *kiss* before this goes too far *kiss* we have an early start tomorrow *kiss* and I have an appointment first thing *kiss* and you were sick three days ago *kiss* I don't want to risk upsetting your stomach again *kiss*"
Ryan relented, but made no move to get off. "You're right," he said with a heavy sigh.
Scott traced little circles on Ryan's back. They were both, frustratingly, standing at full attention. Ryan could tell he was damp. They both wanted it, without a doubt, but Scott was right. This wasn't the best time.
"Do you want me to let you up so you can go finish off?" Ryan asked.
Scott wrapped his arms around Ryan's middle. "I'll be fine. Do you need to go?"
"Nah." Ryan scooted down slightly to pillow his head on Scott's chest. The hair tickled his face, and something was pressing firmly against his belly. He already knew he couldn't cum on his own outside of his heat anyway. He could hear Scott's heartbeat. His lips tingled. Scott's smell was everywhere. His was too, and little did he know, Scott was enjoying it just as much.
"Am I heavy?" Ryan asked, nuzzling his boyfriend's pecks.
"Never."
Scott righted the blanket and pulled it back over them. The pressure of his boyfriend's full body weight on him was amazingly comforting. He continued tracing his little circles, and kissed the top of Ryan's head.
"I love you so much," he murmured.
"I love you too."
The coffee earlier didn't seem to matter anymore. Ryan was getting sleepy, between Scott's steady heartbeat and gentle fingers.
"I'm going to talk to my manager about getting some Sundays off."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hm. I want to see your family again."
"They'd be happy to hear that. They've been asking about you."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Scott fell asleep first. Ryan could tell because his breathing slowly deepened, and his hands stopped moving. In the dark, under the covers with the person he loved, sleep claimed him not soon after.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The alarm was going off on somebody's phone. Both of their phones? Either way, it was noisy. They hadn't moved much since the night before, Ryan was splayed out over Scott, who's hand happened to find it's way back to Ryan's ass in the night. That blasted alarm clock happened to interrupt two separate pleasant dreams.
"Uhnn... Morning already...?" Ryan asked sleepily.
"Yeah..." Scott responded in kind, his tone slightly irritated.
They both reached for their phones to turn them off, neither wanting to break contact, and neither able to reach without doing so. With a groan, Ryan slid off of Scott's chest and they both shimmied to their respective nightstands to quiet their alarms. Ryan stretched, popping his back, and Scott reached out to pull him close again, burying his face against Ryan's collar.
"We need to get out of bed..." Scott mumbled.
"I know..."
"We need to get going if we're going to get breakfast..."
"Or I could cook and we could stay here longer...?"
"I don't have anything to cook..."
"No eggs...?"
"And I'm out of oatmeal..."
"I guess we should get up then..." Ryan turned so they were face to face, giving Scott a little kiss. "Good morning, Cuddle Bug.
"Good morning, Hot Stuff." Scott sighed contentedly. "I could get used to this, waking up next to you."
Ryan brushed Scott's hair back. It was surprisingly silky, he must use a lot of gel to get it styled for work. The gesture sent a shiver down Scott's spine.
"Seriously, if we don't get up we'll be stuck with fast food, and I would really prefer french toast with bacon." Scott sat up and stretched himself, feeling several things pop. "You want the bathroom first?"