Archive of Our Own

"I've decided to be merciful." Tao says, holding court from an armchair. "For tonight only, I'll allow you all to vote on what you want to watch. The options are Rabbits, Belle de Jour, or Mulholland Drive."

The room erupts in a cacophony of voices, each with their own opinion—how that's possible, Nick doesn't understand, since he's pretty sure Tao is the only person who's heard of any of them. Nick's always had a love-hate relationship with Tao's film choices, which has only gotten worse since Tao started film school. Tonight, however, his mind is elsewhere.

He's thinking about Charlie, who's sitting cross-legged on the floor, laughing at something Tara said. The way the light from the TV bounces off Charlie's cheekbones, the warmth of his smile. Nick's stomach flutters, a secret flutter that he needs to keep hidden from the rest of them—he can't risk any of them finding out about his completely obsessive, completely hopeless crush on his best friend.

It's the first time that the whole group has been together since Christmas break, now that their lives have been scattered across different universities. He and Charlie still talk almost every day, of course, but it's not the same of being close to him, being able to touch him—never too much, never enough, always in ways that can be excused as platonic.

The room buzzes with the energy of long-missed camaraderie as they pile onto the mismatched sofa and beanbags that have seen countless movie marathons and sleepovers.

"Come on, Tao, can't we just watch something we actually want to see?" Darcy protests, tossing a pillow in Tao's direction. It hits him with a soft thump, and he rolls his eyes dramatically.

"Fine," he sighs, "You savages can watch whatever blockbuster rubbish you want. But remember, this was a missed opportunity to expand your cinematic horizons."

The group laughs good-naturedly at Tao's dramatics, playful in the way that only a group of people that have known and loved each other for years can be. Imogen leans over from her spot beside Nick on the couch, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "How about How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days?" she suggests excitedly, fully aware that it's the complete opposite of Tao's film taste.

Nick chuckles, his arm brushing against hers. He's aware of the warmth that radiates from her, and the way her fingers tap a nervous rhythm against her knee. She's been like this all day, a little more quiet than usual, a little more introspective. Nick had invited Imogen over to his place before movie night, and they'd spent the day lazily basking in the sun in his backyard, catching up on their uni lives before Nick drove them both to Tao's house. She'd talked a lot about her new friends, her classes—and how she'd finally worked up the nerve to go to the university's queer society.

It was there, in the shade of the large trees, that she had tentatively, quietly confessed to him that she thinks she's into women. Years ago, she had whispered the same words to him—but this time it was different. There was a newfound confidence to her voice, a surety in her eyes that hadn't been there on that night when they were both just scared teenagers. But now, as they sit together in Tao's living room, the air thick with anticipation, he can feel the tension in her shoulders.

The rest of the group are still throwing out film ideas, a cacophony of titles suggestions flying back and forth like a tennis match with no clear winner. It's a familiar dance, one they've done countless times before.

Tara's voice rises above the din, "What about Lady Bird?" she suggests, smiling at the thought of the nostalgia. The film is a hit with the group, a coming-of-age story that resonates with their own tumultuous teenage years.

But it's Charlie who has the final say, "Everything Everywhere All At Once," he says, his voice clear and firm, cutting through the chaos like a knife through butter. The room falls silent, everyone looking at him in surprise. "It's got a bit of everything," he explains, his eyes flickering briefly to Nick, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Action, romance, sci-fi, and of course, most importantly, it's got queer themes."

Nick's heart jumps just at the sound of Charlie's voice, and he nods eagerly in agreement. Charlie's got a way of convincing people without being overbearing. He's always been the smart one, the one who somehow makes everyone feel seen and heard—although, that might just be Nick who feels seen in a way that makes his cheeks flush and his palms sweat.

"Fine," Tao says, fumbling with the remote to get the movie on the screen. "You win this round, but just know—next movie is my choice, and complaints will be met with a very dramatic eye roll." Tao's grumbling is met with another round of teasing from the group.

Imogen, who's been unusually quiet, clears her throat. "Speaking of queer themes," she says, her voice a little shakier than usual. The chatter quiets down, and all eyes turn to her. She takes a deep breath, her hand resting on her knee as if to steady herself. She makes quick eye contact with Nick, who does his best to project reassurance. Her words come out in a rush of air. "I just want you all to know that…I'm a lesbian."

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the rustle of the popcorn bag as someone's hand stops mid-grab. Then, like a dam breaking, the group erupts into a symphony of supportive exclamations.

"We're happy for you, Immy!"

"Way to go, Imogen!"

"We love you, Im!"

Each voice, a testament to their love and acceptance. Sahar, who's been sitting quietly beside her, reaches out and squeezes her hand, her eyes shining with a warmth that says she's been there and understands.

Darcy, ever the dramatic one, lunges from their spot on the floor, wrapping their arms around Imogen in a tackle hug that would do any rugby player proud. Imogen laughs, a little shocked, but the tension in her body slowly melts away as she hugs them back. Then, Tara is there too, her arms around both of them, creating a human sandwich of pure love and unwavering support. The energy in the room shifts, becoming lighter, as the weight of Imogen's secret lifts from her shoulders.

In the midst of the chaos, Charlie looks over at Nick, his eyes twinkling with a playful glint of mischief. Before Nick can react, Charlie has squeezed himself into the space between Imogen and the armrest of the couch, landing directly in Nick's lap like it's the most natural thing in the world. Nick's heart skips a beat—no, it lurches—but he doesn't protest. How could he, when every inch of him is trying not to fall apart under the weight of everything he feels and can't say? Nick wraps his arms around Imogen too, trying to balance the need to be there for her with the sudden awareness of Charlie's warmth pressed against him.

One by one, the rest of the group follow suit, the laughter and chatter growing louder as they pile on top of each other. They end up all pressed together and Nick turns his head to press a supportive kiss to the side of Imogen's head.

"This is what summer's all about," Elle says, her voice muffled by Tara, who's sat directly her lap. "I love all of us being together again."

Darcy throws a leg over the back of the couch, and Tao lands on the floor with a dramatic groan, his head in Isaac's lap. "I've been betrayed on my own film night," he says, feigned despair in his voice.

Finally, the group begins to untangle, extricating themselves from the puppy pile one by one. Nick mourns the loss of Charlie's weight from his thighs, but does his best to hide it—those aren't the types of thoughts one has about their best friend. Charlie settles himself in front of Nick, his back resting against the front of Nick's legs, and Nick's glad that he gets to experience Charlie's touch against him again—a familiar comfort that is far too easy to miss.

Imogen is laughing, a real laugh that reaches her eyes now that she's gotten the weight off her chest. Nick plants one more kiss on her forehead, feeling the softness of her skin and the warmth of her smile. He's so proud of her for being true to herself, for sharing this part of her with all of them. It's a moment of genuine joy and friendship that fills his heart to bursting.

Imogen ducks her head, a bit awkwardly. Nick recognizes that look—she's feeling the heat of the spotlight a little too much.

Clearly, Darcy notices Imogen's change in demeanor as well, and they dramatically mime wiping a tear from their eye with a grin. "Well, well, look at us," they say, their voice thick with mock-sentiment. "Another one bites the dust." The room fills with laughter again.

Isaac looks up from his book, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "It is a bit of a cliché, isn't it?" he muses, looking around at the group. "Back in primary school, we were just a bunch of supposedly cishet kids, and now look at us."

Elle nods thoughtfully, her dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Birds of a feather do flock together," she says, her voice rich and velvety, dripped with the sweetness of honey.

Darcy laughs, the sound echoing around the room. "You know what, you're right," they say, a mischievous glint in their eye as they turns to Tao. "We're basically the poster children for 'Converting Your Friends to the Rainbow Side', and you, my guy," they nudge him playfully, "are the last holdout."

Tao blushes slightly, but the laughter in his voice is genuine. "I'm sorry to break your perfect streak," he says. "But I'm afraid I'm going to be the token ally forever."

Charlie giggles that perfect, adorable little giggle of his, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tries to stifle it. When the cute sound Charlie's making stops, Charlie leans forward, crossing his arms dramatically and adopting a mock-serious expression. "Tao," he begins, his voice dripping with sardonic playfulness. "I just want you to know, that I think you're incredibly brave for living your truth. We all love and accept you for who you are, even if you choose to be cishet."

Tao lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, clearly amused but pretending to be exasperated. "Yes, thank you Charles," he responds, his tone dripping with sarcasm, but the soft chuckle underneath betrays that he’s secretly enjoying the teasing as he mimes wiping a tear from one eye. "I'm very brave for coming out as a straight man."

Once the cackles around the room die down, Darcy studies Tao with a sly grin. "You've never even thought about it?"

"Thought about what?" Tao asks, clearly not following the thread of the conversation.

Darcy leans forward from where they had been lounging against Tara's lap. "Doing a guy—like, even just to try anal."

Tao scoffs, crossing his arms. "Wanting to try anal wouldn't make me gay. Anal isn't a gendered thing, Darcy," Tao says. "Anyone can do it."

"Ohhh!" Darcy's grin turns wicked. "So you have thought about it!" Then, Darcy gasps, their eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint that honestly terrifies Nick. "Or you've already tried it?"

"I'm not—I didn't mean—" Tao starts to protest, but his voice gets lost in the sound of everyone's giggles. His cheeks are a bright red, but he's smiling, a little sheepishly. "I haven't tried it. I just mean it's not strictly a gay sex thing. Like, gay people don't have a monopoly on anal sex."

Darcy cackles from their spot on Tara's lap, the sound ringing through the room like a bell. "Well if you ever decide to stop thinking about and want to try it," they say, poking his side playfully. "I'm sure Nick would let you fuck him up the arse. Everyone knows he's kind of a slag."

Nick's entire face ignites. "Oi!" He throws the nearest pillow at Darcy. Look, even if everyone knows it's true he's still at least got to pretend to defend his own honor.

The thing is, Nick's always loved making other people feel good. He's always been easygoing, the type to go with the flow. He's the kind of guy that says 'yes' to everything—plans, favors, and pretty much everything his sexual partners are into. He's eager to please and keep everyone happy. It's a trait that's served him well in his friendship group, making sure everyone's needs are met, whether it's organizing nights in or being the designated driver when they all go out. Somewhere along the line—okay, fine, pretty much the second he started uni—his people-pleasing instinct had morphed into something else. A hunger to be desired. To be wanted. To be used.

He's had his fair share of hookups—some mind-blowing, some forgettable. It wasn't that he didn't crave a deeper connection, but the thrill of the chase, the electricity of a new touch, the heat of a stolen kiss, the rush of making someone lose control—that's his jam. And it's a jam he's spread pretty thick since starting uni. He's never shied away from his sexuality, never been one to hide in the shadows.

Nick has a favorite STD testing clinic for fucks sake. He made sure to bring the workers there some baked goods before the left for the summer, just to make sure they know he won't be in for a few months. Nick wouldn't want Janet to worry—she's his favorite nurse.

Clearly his slut era has not gone unnoticed by anyone in his friend group—maybe he wasn't exactly subtle about it, but who cares?

Charlie's laughing. "Yeah, Nick exudes beggy bottom energy."

"Hey!" Nick's fairly sure his face is flushed bright red. His voice is certainly several octaves higher than normal, "I do not beg!"

Charlie turns around slowly, locking eyes with him, and the smirk he wears is downright dangerous. "You would by the time I was done with you, sweetheart."

What. The. Fuck.

"Okay, I think it's time that we just move on from this conversation and actually watch the movie before Nick calls Charlie 'Daddy' or something." Isaac grabs the remote out of Tao's hands and, with a decisive click, presses play on the movie.

Nick's mouth falls open, a protest already forming on his lips—I'd never call him that!—but then he decides it's actually probably safer just to pretend that that comment never happened.

The room settles, the TV flickering to life as Everything Everywhere All At Once starts playing. Nick forces his gaze forward, resolutely glued to the screen, but his mind is on an endless loop of you would by the time I was done with you, sweetheart and feeling Charlie's weight pressed against his legs.

Across the couch, Elle is sitting next to Tao, her head on his shoulder, and they look so comfortable that it feels almost intrusive to watch. They're not a couple, but they're so obviously close that it's easy to see how they could be. Meanwhile, Imogen and Sahar, on the other hand, are almost painfully awkward. Imogen keeps looking at Sahar out of the corner of her eye, her face a little flushed. Sahar, for her part, is playing it cool—or trying to at least. Every time their fingers graze against each other while reaching for the popcorn bowl, she jumps a little, like she's been burned. It's clear to Nick that Imogen's coming out has stirred up something between them, something that's been simmering under the surface for a while.

Nick grits his teeth. He tries to pay attention to the movie, he really does, but he cannot get his brain to move off of the way Charlie had called him sweetheart—so saccharine that it melted Nick's insides. Every time Charlie shifts where he's leaning back against Nick's legs, his brain act as a broken record: Charlie, sweetheart, beggy bottom, Charlie, Daddy.

By the time the credits of the movie roll, Nick has absorbed precisely none of it.

Darcy stretches with an exaggerated groan, their limbs sprawling across Tara’s lap. "Well, that was a trip," they declare, patting Tara on the thigh. "Time to head out, love. I've got a shift at the café in six hours, and if I don’t get at least four of those in a bed, I will start a fight with the espresso machine."

Tara rolls her eyes but nods, her eyes still a little glazed from the film's wild ride. "You say that like it’s not inevitable." She stands up, tugging at the hem of her shirt, and says, "Alright, let's get going."

Everyone gives a round of goodbye hugs as Elle follows Tara and Darcy out, gratefully accepting a ride. The rest of them start to gather the dishes and fold blankets, until a car pulls up outside.

"That will be Michael," Charlie says, which is Charlie and Isaac's cue to wave goodbye to everyone and head outside to get in the car. As he's leaving, Charlie gives Nick a hug—which does not help Nick to stop obsessing over Charlie's beggy bottom comment—before pulling back and saying, "I'll come by tomorrow, yeah? I need to get my Nellie cuddles in."

"Okay, you clearly mean that you need to spend the day beating me at Mario Kart. There's no need to lie, Char."

Nick's attempt at humor is met with a knowing smile from Charlie, who playfully nudges him before turning to leave. "See you tomorrow, Nick," he says, the sweetness in his voice making Nick's stomach flip.

The room empties out, leaving Tao, Sahar, Nick, and Imogen to deal with the aftermath of the party. As they clean up the mess of snacks and drinks, Imogen sidles up to Nick, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hey," she says, her voice a little quieter than before, "Sahar offered me a ride home. She's got her car out front."

Nick nods, trying not to betray his own nerves with his expression. He's seen the way Imogen's glanced at Sahar all night—the way she's leaned in just a little too close, the way her eyes have followed Sahar around the room. "Ah, okay," he says, trying to keep his voice light. "You guys gonna, you know, talk?"

Imogen blushes, but nods hopefully. "I think we've got a lot to, uh, discuss." She doesn't meet Nick's eyes, focusing instead on stacking the plates neatly. Nick can see her hand shake a little. He wishes he could tell her that it's going to be okay, that she's going to be okay. But he doesn't know how she feels, not really. He's had his own coming out, his own confessions, but everyone's story is different.

So he does the only thing he can think of. He smiles at her, a gentle, encouraging smile. "You go on," he says, waving her towards the door. "I'll help Tao with this."

Imogen protests that she and Sahar can stay until the cleanup is done, but Nick insists. "Leave right now before you two can find a new way to delay getting together, I am begging you."

Once Imogen whispers a promise to text him with an update as soon as physically possible, the two of them head out the door, leaving just Nick and Tao to finish washing up the dishes.

Nick really doesn't mind being left behind to clean up. Honestly he mostly wants—needs, really—a chance to calm the fuck down, to clear his mind of the feel of Charlie's weight on him, before he has to go home to see his mum. Tao tries to protest that he's fine to finish up alone, but Nick insists on this, too. So there they are, standing side by side in the kitchen, the splash of the dishwater the only sound in the quiet aftermath of a rowdy movie night. Nick's hands are submerged in soapy water, scrubbing a plate with more vigor that it probably needs.

"Hey, Tao," Nick says, a bit tentative. "I just wanted to say sorry about Darcy's comment earlier. I know they can be a bit much sometimes."

Tao laughs, the sound surprisingly warm and genuine. "Don't worry about it, Nick. Darcy's like that with everyone. They just like stirring the pot." He nudges Nick with his elbow, the gesture casual and familiar. "Plus, I know you guys were all just trying to lighten the mood for Imogen. It can't be easy, you know, coming out like that."

"It's not." Nick agrees. "Even when you're with people you trust."

The kitchen is a mess, but it's a good mess. The kind of mess that comes from a night of good food, better drinks, and amazing company. Nick scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain on a plate, his mind racing with thoughts of Charlie, his cheeks still feeling the heat from their playful banter.

When Tao speaks up, Nick's heart skips a beat. "Hey, so you've had a lot of sex, right?" The question hangs in the air between them, deceptively casual, but there's a hint of curiosity and an unfamiliar vulnerability in his tone that makes Nick's stomach twist. He glances over his shoulder, catching Tao's gaze as Nick rinses a wine glass. The water runs clear, and he sets it aside to dry.

Even mentioning the word "sex" right now is doing catastrophic damage to Nick's already slightly compromised sanity. He starts aggressively scrubbing out the insides of another glass, like he's scrubbing the horny out of his brain.

Turning to face Tao, Nick wipes his hands on the towel with deliberate slowness, buying himself precious seconds to compose his thoughts. "I think we've already established that the answer to that is yes." he says, voice carefully neutral. "Why do you ask?"

Tao's gaze performs an elaborate dance around the kitchen—checking the door frame, the clock, the dish rack, and pretty much anywhere but at Nick. When his eyes finally settle back on Nick's face, he takes a deep breath, his lanky frame seeming to shrink a little. "Well, it's just that... I was wondering. I mean—Have you... you know, been with guys and girls?"

Nick's pulse kicks up several notches as he leans against the kitchen counter, his eyes never leaving Tao's. Nick has absolutely no idea what this could be about—he's pretty sure Tao knows that he's been with both men and women. "Yeah," he says slowly, drawing out the syllable. "Why?"

The flush that creeps up Tao's neck would be comical if the situation weren't so charged. He worries at his lower lip and fidgets with the edge of his shirt, and when he speaks again, his tone is so quiet Nick has to lean in to catch it. "It's just... I've only ever been with girls, obviously, and I was wondering how different it is with a guy. Like, if it's the same, or if it's..." He makes a vague gesture with his hands that could mean anything from 'completely different' to 'inter-dimensional travel'.

Nick's mind is racing, trying to process Tao's question. It's not that he's never talked about his experiences before, but there's something different about this conversation.

For a second, Nick is completely lost. There are approximately seventeen different directions this conversation could go, and he doesn't feel prepared for any of them. Then, the realization hits him square in the face. "You have been thinking about anal sex, haven't you?" he asks with a poorly suppressed giggle, half-amused, half-horrified at his own bluntness.

Tao's face achieves what Nick would previously have thought was physiologically impossible levels of redness. "Well, not just that," he sputters, "but yeah, I guess."

Nick can't help but smile at Tao's embarrassment. It's cute, really, to see the usually confident, outspoken film geek get flustered over something like this. But he knows the real reason behind the question—it's because of Elle. Nick's known for a long time that Tao has a thing for Elle. It's clear in the way his eyes follow her whenever she's in the room, the way how his sarcasm softens into something warmer when talking to her. It's sweet, in a painfully awkward sort of way. Probably in the same painfully awkward way that Nick has obsessed over Charlie for fucking years.

"So…" Nick drums his fingers against the counter top, choosing his next words carefully. The silence between them feels heavier now, charged with something unspoken. "Do you want to know about topping or bottoming?" He says, playing along. He tries to keep his voice light, hoping it'll ease the tension in the room.

Tao's eyes widen comically, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "I—uh, I just mean..." His voice is a squeaky, and he quickly looks away, suddenly becoming very interested in collecting the half-drunk wine bottles scattered across the counter. "I'm just curious."

Nick's mind is racing, trying to find the right words to explain the nuances of his sexual experiences without making it too awkward. But every time he thinks of a response, all he can see is Charlie's pretty blue eyes—eyes that sparkled when he called him 'sweetheart.' Nick kind of hates his brain for reminding him of his unrequited lust just as he's trying to have a serious conversation about sex with his straight friend. He can talk about sex and think about Charlie, but not at the same time. Doing it at the same time feels about as safe as trying to make toast and take a shower at the same time. It could end well, or he could die instantly.

"Okay, um…Well for the record, anal sex isn't the only way to be intimate with someone," Nick says, desperately searching for how to navigate through this conversation. As far as Nick's aware, this is the closest Tao has every come to acknowledging his feelings for Elle out loud. Nick can't spook him now. "Like if you're not comfortable with it there are a lot of other ways to be with someone."

"No, yeah. Of course." Tao falls silent for a moment as they finally finish cleaning the kitchen, the clinking of the last glass against the drying rack punctuating the quiet. "But like…hypothetically…"

"Hypothetically, it might be an easier transition to start with topping? I mean the prep is different but at the end of the day you're still just…" He gestures vaguely. "You know… Sticking your dick in somewhere."

Tao's eyes look like they're about to pop out of his head. Yeah, maybe Nick was a bit too straightforward. "So you've liked…topped with guys and girls? Like you're not always the bottom with guys?" Tao can probably see the blush that’s reached all the way to Nick’s ears, because he rushes to say, "It's just—you know…Charlie—What Charlie said earlier, I mean."

Nick wonders if Tao is talking about Yeah, Nick exudes beggy bottom energy or when Charlie had looked him right in the eye to say You would by the time I was done with you, sweetheart. Either way, Nick has not had enough time to calm down before rehashing this conversation. Charlie's words are still buzzing through his skull like a swarm of bees.

"I do prefer to bottom, but I've done both. It's all about what feels right in the moment, you know?" Nick says, trying to keep his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions crashing around inside him. Tao nods, still avoiding eye contact, his skin a telltale shade of pink that seems to deepen with each word.

"What does it feel like?" Tao whispers, his eyes searching Nick's, a mix of curiosity and something else. Something deeper. "To top, I mean."

"Um, well…" Nick tries to think of how to phrase it. "Okay, you've like…had sex before, right? Like with a girl—a cis girl I mean?"

Tao nods, but then stops himself. "I mean, it's been a while."

"How long is a while?"

"…Like six months?"

"Jesus, Tao." Nick leans against the counter across from Tao so they're fully facing each other, his eyes searching for something in the other man's gaze. "Doesn't film school have Tinder?"

Tao shrugs, his lankiness seemingly magnified in the small kitchen space. "Yeah, sure. But…I just think it's awkward to get naked in front of a stranger! I tried dating but I don't—" Tao let's out a sigh. "There's no one at uni that I like, you know, like that."

Nick has never had a lot of modesty when it comes to his body, probably because he's been completely desensitized to nudity by years of rugby changing rooms. But not wanting to date anyone? That Nick understands. Or, more accurately, he understands being so head over heels with someone who sees you as just a friend that dating anyone else just seems unthinkable.

"Okay, regardless," Nick says. "Anal feels a bit similar to fucking a girl, I guess. But it's different because it's tighter at the base."

Tao nods, his eyes never leaving Nick's, the curiosity in them palpable. "So is it like, really intense?"

Intense is one word for everything Nick's feeling right now. Nick can still feel the energy racing through his veins—the memory of Charlie's weight on his legs, the way his heart had raced when he'd felt the heat of his body so close. It's like the universe is playing a cruel trick, bringing up his own desires just as he's trying to help Tao navigate his. Nick does his best to keep his breathing under control, willing his cock not to get hard in the middle of his friend's kitchen.

"Yeah, it's intense," he says, his voice a little gruffer than he intended. "Like when you first push in... Fuck. It's so tight even with just the tip in. Like, god it feels fucking incredible. But the best part, at least for me, is when you can see that they're into it, you know? You can feel the tension in their body, and then when you finally push through... the way their muscles tighten around your—" He pauses, swallows hard, willing his breath to steady. "The look on their face is pretty amazing. And the sound. You can always hear the moment it gets good. Oh, it makes me wanna—" He cuts himself off, embarrassed by how unhinged he sounds. Jesus, one glass of wine in and this is how Nick talks?

Tao nods, his eyes wide. "And what does it feel like to be the one getting fucked?" The question seems to slip out before he can stop it, a breathy whisper that hangs in the air like mist. How much did Tao drink today?

Unwittingly, the question turns Nicks mind to the person that's always lurking in his brain whenever sex comes up. He can picture it so vividly that it's torture—Charlie leaning over him, his pupils blown out nearly obscuring his blue eyes, his sweat soaking through his curls plastered to his forehead. He imagines Charlie's slender hands gripping his hips, guiding him into a rhythm that makes his vision swim. The feel of Charlie's cock pushing into him, filling him up in a way that's both terrifying and exhilarating. The way Charlie's body would feel, hot and sweaty against his own, their breaths mingling in gasps and moans. Nick's never been much for poetry, but he thinks there might be a sonnet in there somewhere.

The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. He tries to push the image away, but it's like trying to hold back a flood with a paper dam. Focus on Tao, Nick thinks. Your friend, who you're helping through a proper full-on sexual crisis. But when Nick looks at Tao, his brain seems to short circuit, flickering erratically like a fluorescent lamp just before it goes out.

Tao's lips are parted slightly, he's flushed, and his pupils are dilated. The kitchen lighting casts a soft glow on his skin, highlighting his high cheekbones and the delicate line of his jaw. Nick's never noticed how pretty Tao's eyes are before—how they seem to suck you in with their dark brown depths. It's like staring into a pool of melted chocolate, warm and sweet and...what the fuck is he doing thinking about Tao like this?

Tao asks again, his voice soft with a hint of teasing. "What does it feel like to be fucked, Nick?"

Nick takes a deep breath, his eyes glazing over slightly as he thinks. "It's... intense, Tao. There's this initial burn, a pinch that makes you catch your breath. It's like the sweetest kind of pain, the kind that tells you you're alive." His voice drops, his words coming out like a caress. "And then, when they're all the way in, you feel so full, like you can feel yourself bursting open. It's like you're being claimed, made to feel so small, yet so...powerful? I guess? Like, people might think the top is the one in control, but you're the one in control, because they're loosing it over how tight you feel. You can hear them panting and getting tired and all you've got to do is take it. You're not even really doing anything, but they're so turned on you can feel the throbbing inside you. And then when they fucking come… Shit hold on. I don't feel it, like, super often because a lot of the times we're using condoms but like…the few times I've felt it it's just been…"

Nick's heart is racing now, thundering in his chest so loudly he's surprised Tao can't hear it. He's painfully aware of his erection pressing against his jeans, begging for any sort of touch. He tries to keep his breathing even, afraid to break eye contact in case Tao glances down, but he can't help it. He's blinking away a wave of arousal that's threatening to buckle his knees.

"You like it that much, huh?" Tao asks.

Nick nods, feeling his throat tighten. "Yeah, I do." he says, his voice thick with feeling. "But the thing is, it's not just about the physical sensation. When I'm being fucked, it's like I'm saying 'fuck you' to every person who's ever doubted my sexuality or assumed I was straight. It's like I'm claiming that part of my identity, making it mine."

But Tao nods his head, his eyes never leaving Nick's. "I think I get it," he says softly.

For a moment, they just stand there, the air thick with tension, the only sound the faint hum of the dishwasher in the background. Nick's heart is racing, his body on edge. He can't quite believe he's having this conversation with Tao of all people.

"It's also about making the other person feel good, you know?" Nick adds, his voice a little too high. "Letting them fuck you, it's like you're giving them this...gift. You're letting them know you trust them, that you want them to make you feel good."

Tao nods, keeping steady eye contact the entire time. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, the action so subtle that Nick wonders if he's imagining it. But the way Tao's staring at him, so intently, it's like he's trying to see right through him. "I do like making people feel good," Tao murmurs. "But do you...like, come from just being fucked? Just taking it? No hands?"

Nick nods, his own eyes hooded, the conversation taking a turn he never quite expected. "Yeah, it's possible. But sometimes it takes a bit of practice, you know? You gotta learn how to, like, relax enough to let it happen." He tries to keep his voice steady, but it's hard when all he can think about is the way Tao's leaning closer to him. "Have you ever, you know, tried fingering yourself?"

Tao shakes his head no. "No, I haven't," he admits, his voice a little raspy. "I've always just...I don't know, I just normally come from touching my dick."

"Well, um, it feels really good. Not just feeling filled up, but also having someone play with your prostrate. You know, if the person you're fucking has a prostrate…hypothetically."

"Yeah…hypothetically," Tao murmurs. "So um, what does it feel like…when you come without someone touching your cock?"

Nick's brain cuts out again. This conversation is so far beyond hypothetical that it's practically a live demo. He can't help the way his body responds to Tao's curiosity—his cock straining against his jeans, his chest heaving with the effort of not reaching out. "It's like...everything inside you just snaps tight," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You feel like you're being pulled in two different directions at once. Your eyes roll back in your head, and you just fucking... cease to exist for a minute or two. Nothing else in the world exists except for this intense pulsing through your whole body. It's not just in your cock and your belly like a normal orgasm, it's everywhere."

Tao nods slowly, his eyes glued to Nick's. "It must be incredible," he says, his voice barely a murmur. "To see someone fall apart like that, just from my cock inside of them."

Tao's staring at him now, like really staring, and Nick can see the wheels turning. It's like he's picturing it—Nick, splayed out on the bed, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. And Nick feels a sudden, uncontrollable urge to show him. He wants to lay himself bare, let Tao see every inch of him, feel every tremor of pleasure that runs through his body.

Nick's heart skips a beat when he glances down at Tao's crotch.

Holy fuck, Tao's hard. Like, hard enough to pick through solid ice.

Suddenly, it's like all the air has been sucked out of the room. They're both standing there in Tao's mum's kitchen, hard as rocks, talking about sex like it's nothing but a theoretical discussion. But it's not theoretical, not anymore. It's right there, thick and heavy and pulsing between them.

Nick knows that it's not him that's got Tao all hot and bothered—to be fair, Tao doesn't really do it for Nick either. But Tao apparently hasn't gotten laid in months and had been sitting pressed up against Elle all night. Nick can't blame him, since two teasing sentences from Charlie set him off, and he just got fucked like three days ago. Nick's not into Tao, not really. But this whole situation, the way they're talking to each other, the glass of wine Nick's had—it's kind of driving Nick insane. This whole night has been two steps away from a marathon edging session, and if Nick doesn't get some relief soon, he might have to hurl himself directly into the sun.

Fuck it. What's the worst thing that could happen?

"Hypothetically, would you want to…try fucking someone up the arse?" It's out of the blue, but somehow it feels like the most natural question in the world. Tao's eyes widen, his breath hitches, and for a second, it's like they're not friends anymore. They're just two guys with dicks and desires and a whole summer night stretching out in front of them.

Then, Tao's lips quirk up, and he says, "Charlie wasn't kidding about you being a beggy bottom, huh?"

Nick's brain completely shuts down. The room around them fades into a haze of heat and want, leaving only Tao's smirk and the memory of Charlie's teasing words. His mind is a maelstrom of images and sensations, all of them centered around the idea of Charlie above him, inside him, claiming him in that sweet, intense way. He's so lost in thought that he doesn't even realize he's nodded until Tao exhales, sharp and deliberate, "Yeah, I think I do want to try fucking someone like that."

"Would you fuck someone who wasn't a girl?" Nick presses, throat tight with anticipation.

Tao's gaze doesn't waver. "Maybe."

The words hang in the air, thick with meaning. Nick's breath catches in his throat as he looks at Tao, really looks at him. The kitchen feels smaller, the air heavier with anticipation. They're just standing there, looking at each other, two friends with their hearts racing and their cocks straining against their clothes. It's ridiculous and it's hot, and Nick can't decide if he's going to laugh or drag Tao to bed.

"So," Nick says, doing his best to keep his voice casual, even though he feels anything but. "Would you fuck…me?"

Tao's nod is so subtle that if Nick wasn't watching for it, he would have missed it. But he does see it, the slightest dip of Tao's chin, the way his eyes darken. "Yeah," Tao breathes out. "Yeah, I do want to do that."

And just like that, Nick's brain switches gears. It's like Tao's admission, fueled by pure pent-up horniness, unlocks the slut part of Nick's brain, the part that is confident and forward and wants nothing more than to feel the heat of another body against his own. He's had his fair share of casual hookups, and he knows exactly what to do.

Suddenly, he’s moving—pushing off the counter, crowding into Tao’s space. He completely lets the part of him that’s all confidence and filthy, slutty behavior take over, the part that knows what he wants and how to ask for it. "Let’s go, then," he says, and his voice is all dark intent.

Tao nods. Without a word, Nick takes the lead, his steps heavy on the stairs as Tao follows him up to the bedroom. Nick wonders if he's ever going to look at Tao the same way again. But that's a problem for later. Right now, there's only the heat in his belly spilling over into his cock and setting him ablaze.

They make it to Tao's room, and for a moment, it's like the air in the room is charged. Nick's never felt so aware of his own body, the way his breath catches in his throat, the way his skin feels too tight. Tao's bedroom is small, cluttered with textbooks and film paraphernalia. But none of that matters when all he can focus on is Tao, standing there, looking back at him like he's a fucking meal and the poor man hasn't eaten in weeks.

Nick steps forward, their chests nearly brushing. "May I kiss you?" The question is softer than he meant it to be. He's never been shy about asking for what he wants, but now he is a bit hesitant—he's very aware that Tao is in fact straight and just because he's wanting to fuck Nick doesn't mean that he wants to kiss him.

But Tao surprises him—Tao's been surprising Nick all night. Nick's heart skips a beat as he watches Tao lean in, his eyes still wide with curiosity and desire. When Tao speaks, it comes as warm exhale against Nick’s mouth. "Yes."

And then, before Nick can think too much about it, their lips meet. It's soft, tentative—almost like two teenagers fumbling in the backseat of a car for the first time. Tao's lips are a bit chapped, but they're warm and insistent, and Nick can't help but lean into it.

He thinks back to his first time with a guy—how nervous he'd been, how different it felt compared to kissing a girl. It had been a surprise, that first brush of stubble against his skin, the way the guy's body was so hard and unyielding. The taste of something new and exciting. He wonders if Tao is feeling any of that now, if the kiss is a revelation or just a curiosity.

Nick's hand finds its way to the back of Tao's neck, his thumb brushing against the soft skin there. He's never felt the urge to touch Tao like this before, but now that he's started, he can't stop. It's been a while since Nick's had anything more than a one-night stand, and even then it was never quite like this—never with someone he actually knew. He pulls Tao closer, deepening the kiss. The smell of mint and laundry detergent fills his nose, and he can feel the way Tao's body relaxes into him, giving into the moment. They stumble backward, the kiss growing more heated with every step until the back of Nick's legs hit the bed.

They fall onto it, Tao's weight pressing down onto him, and Nick groans into the kiss. It's a good weight, a comforting weight, and for a second, Nick forgets that this is Tao, his friend. It's just two bodies, two people with needs and wants. And Nick wants this. So Nick lets himself melt into the kiss, lets himself get lost in the feeling of a hot body against his own. It's messy and sloppy and everything that first kisses are supposed to be, and Nick's heart is racing so fast he's surprised it doesn't just explode in his chest.

But it's not just the kiss. It's the feeling of Tao's cock, hot and hard, grinding against his leg. It's like a brand, searing him, leaving a mark that says 'This is what you really want.' Nick's own cock is straining against his jeans, begging for release. He shifts, trying to get closer, trying to feel more of Tao's body. Tao seems to understand, because he moves his leg so that it's pressing right against Nick's crotch.

Nick groans, his hands moving almost of their own accord to Tao's hips, grinding up against him, the friction sending sparks shooting through his body. Tao's hands are roaming now, too, slipping under Nick's shirt, his fingertips brushing against his tummy. Nick's muscles clench at the touch, and he can't help the little noise that escapes his throat—half gasp, half whine.

Nick takes a moment to appreciate the sight before speaking. "Can I?" he asks, his voice a gruff whisper as he tugs at the hem of Tao's shirt. The fabric is thin and soft under his fingers, and Tao nods, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

The shirt comes off in one swift motion, revealing Tao's torso. Nick runs his hands over Tao's chest, the tips of his fingers catching on the small, tight buds of his nipples. Tao arches into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," Nick murmurs, his voice thick with desire. He leans in, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Tao's skin. He kisses along Tao's neck, feeling the pulse throb under his lips. Tao's breath hitches, his hands fisting in the comforter beneath them. Nick's own shirt is sticking to his back, sweat beads forming along his spine.

Tao's eyes lock onto Nick's, and without breaking the gaze, he reaches for the hem of Nick's shirt. The fabric lifts, and Nick's abs tighten, his muscles rippling under the soft light of the bedside lamp. The room is quiet, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the faint rustle of clothing. Tao's slender fingers trace the line of Nick's waist, sending shivers through his body. With trembling hands, Tao pulls Nick's shirt over his head, revealing broad shoulders and a chest covered in a smattering of ginger hair. Nick's muscles flex as he moves, and Tao can't help but stare.

Their bare chests meet, and the sensation sends a jolt of electricity through them both. They kiss again, this time with a desperation that wasn't there before, their tongues dancing together as if they've been starved of each other's tastes. Nick can feel Tao's heart racing against his, the throb of it matching his own pulse. His cock is hard, pressing insistently against Tao's leg, and he can't help but grind up into him, seeking more friction, more heat.

Tao's hands are everywhere, exploring Nick's body with a hunger that's both surprising and incredibly hot. Nick loves feeling like this, feeling consumed. It's like Tao can't get enough, like he's trying to map out every inch of Nick's body with his fingertips. And Nick can't get enough of it either. He arches into Tao's touch, his body begging for more, for harder, for faster.

Nick's head is spinning, his thoughts a mess of images and sensations—Charlie's teasing smile, Tao's tentative touches, the way the world seems to tilt on its axis every time they kiss. It's like he's been starving for this, for someone to look at him like this, to want him like this.

But they're not here to just kiss. With a whine, Nick pulls away from Tao's lips, panting. "Aren't you supposed to be fucking me?" he says, his voice gruff with need.

Tao nods, his eyes dark with desire. "Yeah,—yeah, please. Let me fuck you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. It's like he can't quite believe he's saying the words, but the need in his voice is undeniable. Nick can see the hunger in Tao's eyes, the desperation.

"Do you have lube?" Nick asks, his voice a little shaky. Tao nods again, his cheeks flushing a deeper red. He reaches over to his bedside table and pulls out a bottle, passing it to Nick. Nick takes it, his hand brushing against Tao's. The contact sends a jolt through him, and he has to force himself to focus on the task at hand. "You're gonna need to prep me," he says, his voice low and steady.

Tao looks a little nervous, and shakily says, "You'll have to show me."

"Okay," Nick gentles. Nick trails his fingertips down Tao's stomach, the anticipation building as he reaches the waistband of Tao's jeans. With a flick of his thumb, he deftly unbuttons the top button, and Tao sucks in a sharp breath. The sound sends a thrill through Nick, a heady rush of power that makes him grin. "Let's start with taking these off."

Nick takes his time with the zipper, savoring the moment. The metal teeth whisper apart, revealing a hint of dark hair peeking out from the top of Tao's boxers. Nick can't resist tugging them down just a little, exposing Tao's cock, which is just begging for attention. But Nick doesn't give it to him—not yet.

Nick hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Tao's jeans, tugging them down and leaving him in just his boxers. Nick throws Tao's pants over the side of the bed, his own pants following quickly. Then Nick reaches out, his hand brushing against Tao's still-covered cock, and Tao jolts.

"Is this okay?" Nick whispers, his hand hovering. Tao nods, his eyes wide and searching. Nick takes it as permission and slides his hand into Tao's boxers, wrapping his hand around the warm, hard length. Tao gasps, his hips jerking upwards. Nick starts to stroke him, slow and easy, watching the play of emotions on Tao's face. It's like watching someone wake up to something they never knew they wanted, and it's the hottest thing Nick's ever seen.

Tao's cock is thick in Nick's hand, the tip already wet with pre-cum. Nick's mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, of feeling him come apart in his mouth, but he forces himself to focus. This isn't about him right now—it's about Tao. It's about giving Tao the experience he's always wondered about.

With a gentle tug, Nick pulls down Tao's boxers, exposing him completely. Tao's eyes watch him, full of heat and some nerves, while Nick tugs off his own boxers. Nick can't help but stroke Tao's cock a little more, watching his expression shift from slightly nervous to eager, his eyes glazing over with lust. With Tao staring at him like that, Nick just can't help but lean in and take a lick. Tao lets out a whine, his hips bucking into Nick's hand.

Nick takes Tao's cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt and heat of him. Tao's hands clutch at the comforter, his body arching off the bed. "Fuck," he breathes out, the words barely coherent. "Nick—I'm supposed to be fucking you right now."

Nick suckles at the tip of Tao's cock, savoring the bitter taste of his precum for another tantalizing second. Then, he pulls off with a pop, leaving Tao's cock glistening with saliva. He fishes the bottle of lube out from the covers where he had tossed it aside earlier before handing it over to Tao.

"You're going to need this," he says, his voice thick with need. "It'll be easier if you can see what you're doing."

Nick props himself up on his knees, spreading his legs out as widely as he can, and glances over his shoulder. Tao's eyes are like saucers, taking in the sight of him. Nick's arse is on display, his cheeks spread open, and he can't help but feel a thrill at the hungry look in Tao's eyes.

"Remember," Nick says, his voice a little shaky, "you're going to need more lube than you think." He wiggles his hips a little, the cool air of the room making his skin pucker with goosebumps. Tao's eyes drop to Nick's hole, and he licks his lips despite himself.

Tao fumbles with the bottle, the plastic crinkling as he squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers. He looks so focused, so serious, like he's about to perform surgery, not fuck his friend. But Nick can't laugh, because the sight of Tao like this, all needy and eager, makes him feel like he's going to combust.

"Take it slow," Nick says, his voice a little shaky. He feels the slickness of the lube as Tao's fingers make contact with his skin. It's a little cold, but the warmth of Tao's hand makes up for it. "Just...just play with my hole first, okay? Start with one finger."

Tao nods, his eyes never leaving Nick's. He brings his finger to Nick's arse, and it hovers there for a moment, as if unsure of what to do. Then, with a gentle press, he slides it in, and Nick gasps, his body tightening around Tao's digit. "That's it," Nick whispers, his voice a breathy moan. "Like that, just like that."

Nick feels Tao's finger inside him, slow and tentative at first, but soon the pace quickens as Tao's confidence grows. Nick's body relaxes into the sensation, letting Tao explore him further. "Good," Nick pants, his voice thick with desire. "You can add another. It might take longer than this if you're with somebody who doesn't do this often, but my body's used to it."

Tao's eyes are still fixed on Nick's arse, watching with rapt attention as his second finger joins the first. Nick's breath hitches as Tao stretches him wider, the coolness of the lube giving way to a warm, full feeling that makes him ache for more. "Yeah," Nick says, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "You're doing so good."

He feels Tao's hand shake a little, and he looks over his shoulder, smiling reassuringly. "Just keep going," he says. "You're already making me feel so good."

Tao nods, his eyes still fixed on Nick's arse. He adds more pressure, his thumb brushing against Nick's perineum. Nick's body jolts at the contact, a spark of pleasure shooting through him. "How do I...find it?" Tao asks, his voice shaky.

"Like this," Nick says, lifting one hand and crooking his fingers into a beckoning gesture. "When you're inside me, you'll want to curve your fingers up, like you're trying to reach for my belly button from the inside. That's where you'll find it."

Tao nods, his eyes still glued to Nick's arse. His fingers are moving now, sliding in and out, and Nick can feel the beginnings of something incredible building low in his stomach. "Like this?" Tao asks, his voice tight with nerves.

Nick's breathing gets heavier, his eyes fluttering shut as Tao's fingers explore, their movements guided by Nick's instructions. The sensation is building, the pressure mounting, until finally, Tao's finger brushes against something that makes Nick's eyes fly open, his back arching. "There!" Nick gasps, his voice high with pleasure. "Right there!"

With a pathetic, breathy moan, Nick's arms give out, and he collapses down onto the bed, his arse in the air, his cheek pressed against the cool sheets. Tao doesn't stop, his hand moving rhythmically as he continues to work Nick's prostate. Nick's knees are spread so wide, his body exposed in the most vulnerable way possible, but all he can do is babble incoherently as Tao experiments with his body. "Please," he whines, his voice high and needy. "Don't stop, Tao. Please, don't stop."

Tao seems to understand what Nick needs without him having to say it. He adds a third finger, stretching Nick open even wider. The sensation is almost overwhelming and so so perfect, and Nick can't help the way his body clenches around Tao's hand. "Fuck," Nick gasps, his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, yes."

Their rhythm builds, Tao's fingers moving in and out of Nick's arse in time with Nick's own hips, which are rocking back into the touch. Nick's breathing is ragged, his voice hoarse from moaning. He can feel it, the pressure building inside of him, the tight coil of pleasure that's threatening to snap at any moment.

"Enough," Nick finally gasps, pushing back against Tao's hand. His voice is desperate, the need clear in his tone. He wants, no he needs a cock inside him right now. Tao withdraws his fingers, and Nick feels the loss like a physical ache.

He turns around, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm going to ride you," he says, his voice firm. It's not a question, not a suggestion. Nick pushes Tao onto his back, swinging his leg so he's straddling Tao's hips. Nick's hand reaches back, grabbing Tao's cock, guiding it to his entrance. He sits up, the tip of Tao's cock nudging against him, the warmth making him shiver.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Nick sinks down so just the head of Tao's cock is inside him. Tao lets out a strangled gasp, his eyes rolling back in his head. Nick's muscles clench around the intrusion, and it's all he can do to hold back the urge to just slam down on Tao and take him in all at once. God, he wants to take Tao in all at once, but he can't. He wants this to be good for Tao, wants him to remember his first time as something incredible.

"Didn't I tell you how good it feels on the tip?" Nick whispers, his voice thick with arousal. Tao nods, his eyes glazed over with lust. Nick smirks and starts to slide down, taking Tao's cock in inch by inch. The sensation is incredible, the way Tao fills him up, the way his body stretches around him. Nick's eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a long, drawn-out moan as Tao hits his prostate again. The feeling is so intense, so overwhelming, that for a second, Nick thinks he might just come without even touching his own cock.

The way Tao's cock stretches him, fills him up—it's intoxicating after the way Tao had played with his hole earlier. Nick's legs are shaking with the effort of holding himself up, but he doesn't care. All that matters is the feeling of Tao's cock inside him, the way it hits all the right spots, the way it makes him feel so incredibly full.

Nick starts to move, really move. He's not gentle about it, not anymore. He's riding Tao like he's trying to win a race, his hips slapping against Tao's thighs, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Tao's eyes are wide, his mouth open in a silent scream, and Nick can't help the smug feeling that bubbles up inside of him. He loves watching someone come undone under him, and Tao is no exception.

But then Tao's hands are on his hips, gripping him tightly, and he's thrusting up into Nick with a force that takes Nick's breath away. The sensation is new, a little bit of pain mingling with the pleasure, and Nick can't help the way he throws his head back, his mouth open in a silent cry. The angle is perfect, hitting his prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"I want to fuck you," Tao whispers, his voice hoarse. "Properly. I want to be the one in control."

Being filled up like this always unlocks the subby part of Nick's brain, the part that craves the feeling of being used, of being dominated. And right now, that's exactly what he wants. So, when Tao surprises him by rolling them over, Nick goes with it, eagerly.

Nick's breath hitches as Tao's cock slides out of him, leaving him feeling empty for just a moment. But it's quickly replaced with something else entirely as Tao flips him over and Nick feels the mattress shift. He's on his stomach, his cheek pressed against the cool fabric, his arse in the air. It's a vulnerable position, one that makes his heart race with anticipation. He feels Tao's hands on his hips, holding him in place, and then the blunt pressure of Tao's cock pressing against his entrance again.

Tao doesn't enter him fully this time—just the tip, teasing him, making him crave more. Nick's body clenches around the head of Tao's cock, and he can feel the desperation in the way Tao's hips jerk, as if he's trying to push in deeper. But he doesn't, not yet.

Instead, Tao takes his time, moving in and out in shallow, agonizing strokes that have Nick panting, begging for more. Nick's hands are fisted in the pillow, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on, his body shaking with every inch of Tao's cock that slides into him. The whines that escape his throat are high-pitched and desperate, muffled by the fabric.

The anticipation is unbearable, the pleasure building like a crescendo that never quite reaches its peak. Nick's legs are trembling, and he's pushing back into the touch, trying to get Tao to go deeper, to fill him up completely. But Tao seems immune to his whines, taking his sweet time, savoring every moment of this newfound feeling.

"Tao, why are you taking so long?" Nick asks, his voice strained with need. He's never felt like this before—so desperate for someone to fuck him, so eager to be filled up. It's like Tao is playing him like a fiddle, and he's the instrument with no say in the matter.

"I just want to enjoy this," Tao whispers, his voice thick with arousal. "Your ass feels so good, Nick. You were right, it's incredible on the tip."

Nick whimpers, his body aching for more. "But I need you to fuck me," he pleads, pushing his hips back, trying to impale himself on Tao's cock. "Please, Tao. I need it."

Tao laughs, the sound low in the dim light of the room. "I thought you said you don't beg," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust as he continues his teasing.

"Fuck you, Tao," Nick says, trying to sound stern, but he can tell that he's failing miserably.

Nick can feel the tip of Tao's cock playing with his entrance, sliding in just enough to make him crazy before pulling out again. It's maddening, and he can't help the way his body responds, clenching around emptiness.

"Please," Nick whimpers, his voice cracking with need. Fuck it, he'll beg if he has to. "Please, Tao. Just fuck me already."

And with that, Tao can't hold back anymore. With a final teasing swipe, he lines up his cock and presses in all the way, his hands gripping Nick's hips tightly. Nick feels the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness that makes his vision swim. He lets out a keening cry, his body shaking with the intensity of it all.

"Fuck, yes," Nick whispers, his voice tight with pleasure. "Just—angle up, like you’re trying to—fuck—reach my spine—"

Tao nods, his eyes focused on the spot where their bodies meet. He adjusts his position, pushing in a little deeper, his cock sliding against Nick's prostate. Nick's body jolts, and he lets out a guttural groan that fills the room. "There," Nick says, his voice shaking. "There, right there. Again—do that again—"

But Tao's inexperience shows as he struggles to maintain the angle, his strokes becoming more erratic. Nick's body responds to every hit, his muscles spasming around Tao's shaft, only to clench in frustration when Tao misses it. It's like he's dancing on the edge of an orgasmic cliff, never quite falling over, and the anticipation is agonizing.

"Fuck," Tao grunts, his voice strained as he tries to follow Nick's instructions. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Nick can feel the tension in Tao's arms, the way he's holding onto him like a lifeline. And despite the ache in his own body, he can't help the way his heart swells with affection for this clumsy, earnest boy who's trying so hard to give him what he needs.

Nick's whines turn to sobs as Tao's strokes become more erratic, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. His body is a live wire, every nerve ending singing with sensation. "Tao," he gasps, his voice a desperate plea. "Tao, I can't—"

And then Tao hits it—Nick's prostate—three times in a row. The first stroke is like a bolt of lightning, making Nick's entire body convulse. The second stroke sends a wave of pleasure crashing through him, making him see stars. And the third stroke? It's the one that sends him over the edge. His orgasm is explosive, his whole body tightening around Tao's cock as he comes, his hips bucking wildly. The pleasure is so intense it's almost painful, his vision swimming as he cums, spilling his release onto the bed beneath him.

But even through the haze of his climax, Nick can feel Tao's cock still moving inside him, still working his prostate. It's too much, and yet it's not enough. He's overstimulated, his body a mess of pleasure and sensitivity, but he doesn't want Tao to stop. He needs this, needs the feeling of Tao's cock inside him, claiming him.

"What do you want?" Tao whispers, his voice shaking with his own need. "Do you want me to come inside you? Do you want to feel me fill you up? I know how much you like that."

Tao's strokes become more urgent, his hips slamming into Nick with a force that makes the bed shake. Nick's body is a symphony of sensation, his prostate still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Fuck, yes," he says, his voice little more than a moan. "Please, come inside me."

The words seem to push Tao over the edge. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes, his cock spasming deep within Nick's arse. Nick can feel the warmth of Tao's cum filling him, and it's like a switch has been flipped in his brain. His body clenches around Tao's cock, milking him for every last drop, the feeling of being filled up so intense that it's almost too much.

Nick's never felt so used, so claimed as when he's being filled up with cum. It's a heady sensation, one that makes his own orgasm feel like it's still going on, even as the aftershocks begin to subside. He's panting into the pillow, his body a mess of sticky sweat and cum. Tao's still inside him, his cock pulsing with the last remnants of his release, and Nick can't help the way he clenches around him, trying to keep him there.

But he knows it can't last. With a sigh, Tao pulls out, and Nick feels the loss like a punch to the gut, his body clenching around nothing. He turns his head to look at Tao, his eyes hazy with satisfaction. "Fuck," Tao whispers, his voice shaky. "That was—"

"Pretty decent," Nick finishes for him, his voice barely a croak but trying for humor. He rolls over onto his back, his legs still shaking. He reaches down to feel his hole, slick with lube and Tao's cum. Nick wishes he had a plug with him so that he could savor the feeling of being filled a little longer. The emptiness is stark in contrast to the fullness that Tao's cock had brought him, and the thought of a toy keeping some of that feeling makes his stomach flutter.

Tao seems to realize the mess they've made and looks around for something to clean up with. Spotting a shirt on the floor, he picks it up, and without a second thought, uses it to wipe the cum off Nick's bum. It's a casual, intimate gesture that somehow feels more significant than the sex itself. It's a silent promise to take care of each other, to be there in the sticky aftermath of passion.

Nick's body is still trembling, his legs still shaking. He can't believe what just happened—his best friend, the straight guy, had just fucked him, had just claimed him so thoroughly that he can still feel the echoes of it deep within his bones. "It's late," Tao says, his voice a little hoarse. "You should stay over."

Nick nods, his eyes still glazed over with pleasure. The thought of going home, of trying to sleep alone after this, is unbearable. "Okay," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

They crawl under the covers together, the cum stain on the bed an unspoken testament to what they've just shared. Nick's body feels like it's on fire, his skin still sensitive to the touch. But as the coolness of the sheets envelopes them, the heat from their passion begins to fade, leaving behind a comforting warmth. And as he lays there, with Tao's arm draped over him, it's like nothing has changed at all. This isn't the guy who just fucked him, it's just Tao—his friend, the person who's seen him through a multitude of embarrassing teenage moments.

They lay there, side by side, their breathing evening out as they come down from their sexual high. It's quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of the sheets and their muffled breaths. The room is bathed in the glow of the streetlight outside, casting long shadows across the ceiling. Nick feels his heart rate slow down, his muscles relax. It feels like they've gone back to being just friends, enjoying a normal platonic sleepover, except for the stickiness between his legs and the heavy weight of Tao's arm across his stomach.

Tao breaks the silence, his voice tentative. "Was I...okay?"

"Are you kidding me, mate?" Nick says. It’s as if Tao hadn’t noticed Nick cumming on his cock. Nick tries his best to project reassurance. "It was bloody brilliant. If you ever date someone who happens to own a prostate… well, I promise you won't have anything to worry about. You know…hypothetically."

Tao's silence is deafening, his gaze lingering on the ceiling. Nick can feel the tension coil in his chest, unsure if he's overstepped or if Tao is just lost in thought. And then, Tao whispers, "I'm in love with Elle."

"Yeah, I know."

Tao gives him a light shove. "Go fuck yourself, Nelson."

Nick laughs, the sound echoing around the quiet room. "I don't need to," he says, turning to face Tao with a smug grin. "You already did that for me."

The pillow comes flying out of nowhere, smacking Nick right in the face. He yelps in surprise, the laughter cut off abruptly. Tao's eyes are wide, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and for a second, Nick just stares at him, the pillow clutched to his chest. Then he laughs, the sound deep and genuine, his body shaking with mirth.

Tao's smile is like the sun breaking through clouds, and it's infectious. Before Nick knows it, he's laughing too, the tension of the moment dissipating like mist in the early morning light. They grapple for the pillow, their limbs tangling as they struggle for possession. It's a playful, familiar dance, one they've performed countless times before during their many sleepovers.

The pillow battle is short-lived, though, and eventually, it falls over the side of the bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud. They both stop, panting slightly from the exertion, their eyes locking for a brief second. The air in the room seems to thicken, charged with a new kind of energy—one that's less about passion and more about the quiet comfort of friendship.

"Tao," Nick says, his voice serious now. "You need to tell Elle. I can tell she likes you too."

Tao snorts. "Yeah, right. And when are you going to tell Charlie how you feel?"

Nick's cheeks redden at the mention of Charlie. "It's not like that," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. "He's just...not into me like that."

"Did you miss when he offered to reduce you to begging like...a couple hours ago?" Tao teased, the smirk on his face belying the seriousness of the conversation.

Nick's blush deepened, his eyes darting to the side. "That was different," he mumbled. But the truth was, he hadn't missed it. He'd caught the way Charlie's eyes had lingered on him, the way his breath had hitched when they'd accidentally brushed against each other. It was all there, if he chose to see it.

After a beat, Nick turns to Tao, his expression earnest. "How about we make a pact? I'll tell Charlie, if you tell Elle." It was a bold move, but one he felt was necessary.

Tao's eyes widen in surprise before a slow smile spreads across his face. "Deal," he says, reaching over to clasp Nick's hand in a firm grip. "But tomorrow, okay?"

Nick nods, the warmth from their joined hands seeping into his chest. "Tomorrow," he agrees, his voice a little shaky.

As they lay there, the quiet of the night wrapping around them, Nick can't help but think about what he has to do tomorrow. He knows he has to talk to Charlie, tell him how he really feels. It's a conversation he's been avoiding for years, but now, with Tao by his side, it feels a little less daunting. If it all goes to shit, at least he'll have someone who understands, someone who can be there for him.

After all, what else are friends for?