Elick stared down at Mallard with wide dumbfounded eyes. “You don’t know what to do?” he could feel himself losing the height of the moment and shuffled beside of Mallard. “Are you…a virgin, like me?

“Not that I know of what’s that?” Mallard said.

Elick’s lips sealed shut, he stopped himself as if to save his fantasy from more disappointment. Mallard reached for Elick and accidentally stabbed him in the thigh with his stiff member. Elick snickered and laughed, somehow it was all too silly and confusing to be a tense moment.

Mallard laid back and touched his thighs and chest. “It feels like an instinct is bubbling inside me, but I don’t know why.” He arched his back and thrust his hips. He let out a moan and cringed. “It—it hurts.”

“Pfft, what kind of cheesy BL is this? You’re not a child.” Elick shook his head and covered his smirk. He placed his hands on Mallard’s face and leaned in for a soft kiss. “I guess it can’t be helped. I’m feeling it too.” Elick drove his hands into his pants and with one swift tug he yanked them down around his thighs. His stiff pulsating member bounced free and slapped against his stomach with a plop. “My cock is hard too.” Both blushed at one another as Elick slid down between Mallard’s legs. Elick looked up at him, his stiff cock nearly blocked his face.

Mallard looked dazed when Elick drew close. He opened his mouth and hovered over the thick head of Mallard’s cock.

Elick was nervous, he felt numb all over. He wanted this to be as perfect as he had dreamed, but he could feel a queasy uncertainty rising in his stomach. If he didn’t act now, he may back out or become sick. Elick took a deep breath, there was no time for foreplay and sensual licking. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and plunged his mouth down. He bumped against something soft and scratchy, then flung his eyes open.

“Is that how it works?” Mallard asked.

Elick jerked away. He had bitten Mallard between the thigh and crotch. He felt mortified and turned away, wiping the hairs from his tongue. He trembled and Mallard pulled him into a tight embrace. “That wasn’t supposed to be how it goes, Mallard. I—I can try again.” Elick couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“No. Look at me, Elick.”

Elick stared into Mallard’s crimson eyes without question.

“Watch,” Mallard said. He climbed atop Elick and looked down at him. Then, he slid down around Elick’s thin waist and gripped his thighs. He spread his legs apart and kissed his stomach. His warm chest rubbed against Elick’s throbbing cock; he was teasing it. Slowly, Mallard kissed downward and held his warm mouth over the head of Elick’s member.

Elick was at a loss for words. He closed his eyes and tensed up. He was excited and nervous. He didn’t know if he was supposed to arch himself or lay still. Mallard’s warm breath tickled the tip of his head, leaving it moist. The feeling was unbearable. “Be on with it,” Elick said.

Mallard chuckled and as soon as he shifted, Elick thrust his hips. He bumped the head of his cock against Mallard’s lips so hard, it knocked him back. Elick flinched and curled up into a ball, holding his cock. It couldn’t get any worse than this, he had already embarrassed himself twice. He felt like crying, his perfect fantasy was filled with mistakes and disappointments.

“It’s okay,” Mallard said. “Don’t worry.”

“N-no. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Elick met Mallard’s eyes once again and the two smiled.

“You can show me. Let me help you.” Mallard pulled Elick into a warm hug and kissed him softly. “It’ll be okay.”

Elick straddled Mallard’s hips and their two members rubbed against one another. The tip of their heads was oozing wet. Elick took his hand and wrapped it around both their cocks, he slid his hand along the shaft making them slippery. Mallard let out a sigh of pleasure and wrapped his hand around Elick’s.

“Elick! Did you wash those sheets yet?” his mother asked. Her heavy footsteps walked up to his door.

Fear shot through Elick like a bolt of lightning, it was frigid and hot. His heartbeat and breath escaped him for a moment and the entire world felt like it was crashing around him. In a mad dash he pushed Mallard over, flipped him on his front, and yanked the laundry over top the bed. Then, he grabbed his robe off a chair, threw himself on the floor, and rolled under the bed.

Elick’s heart pounded when his mother entered the room. The hallway light tore through the room as if it were searching for secrets.

His mother walked over to the bed. “I told him to go wash these things.” She leaned over to grab the clothes and, in a panic, Elick jerked. He slammed into the mattress and startled her.

“Ouch!” Elick said.

His mother stepped back. “What are you doing under there?”

“I dropped a book.” He hoped his lie was convincing as he ruffled his robe into place. He tugged and pulled himself out from under the bed.

His mother put her hands on her hips and looked angry. Her brows had furrowed, and her eyes were full of suspicion. “I thought I told you to get these washed?” She pointed at the laundry.

“I will! What do you think I’m going to do?” Elick started gathering clothes off the bed, he was careful not to reveal Mallard. He wadded a handful into a ball and showed his mother. “I was going to do this when I went to take a shower.” He tugged at his robe. “That’s why I’ve got this on.”

His mother sighed and rolled her eyes. “Alright but you better get it done soon. I don’t want to hear the dryer thumping around all night.”

“Okay, okay, that’s what I’ll do right now,” Elick said. He followed his mother out the door. “Leave the hall light on, I’ll be there in a minute.” He dashed back to his bed and wadded the clothes into the sheets. He flopped Mallard over and hoped nothing was wrong. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay.” Mallard smiled.

“Oh, and another thing!” his mother said.

Elick tossed the laundry on his bed again and turned towards his door. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to choke him. He hoped she hadn’t saw anything. “What is it?” He tried to pretend he was picking up clothes when she peaked around the door.

“Make sure you close that window. You’ll let out all the cool air,” she said. Then, without another word she walked away.

Elick fell to his knees. He was relieved and exhausted already. “Oh!” He hurried to pull the laundry off Mallard. “I’m sorry about that. I can’t let her see you.”

Mallard chuckled and raised up. “It’s alright. Don’t worry yourself—your face looks sad.” He handed Elick a wad of laundry.

Elick sighed. He grabbed all his laundry up, closed the window, and rushed out the door. He stopped in the hallway and scurried back to Mallard. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” Elick didn’t want to waste any more time, so he hurried to the laundry room and threw his things into the wash. He kept an eye out for his parents and hoped they hadn’t entered his room while he was away. To his relief he could hear them upstairs chatting, but when he flicked the light on, Mallard was gone.