A shiver vibrated down his spine beneath Nate’s palm. He looked over out of the corner of his eyes, thumb rubbing the top of the lighter in little rhythmic circles. “I like when you call me that.”

“Bay?” Nate asked, watching the way his lips twitched up in a smile.

“Yeah?” he quipped, eye roll evident in his voice.

Nate grinned and leaned in closer to his face. “Bay.”

He rolled his eyes for real this time, and Nate took the opportunity to snatch the lighter out of his hand. Ignoring the gasp of protest, he slid down the side of the bed, then shuffled around in the limited space to kneel in front of him. The floor was surprisingly soft beneath his knees because of the plush rug beside the bed. When he got into position, he held up the lighter expectantly with his thumb over the striker.

Bailey looked down with his lips parted in surprise. Then he grabbed the bong and placed it in his lap, bending to put those lips to it. Nate held his eyes as the lighter rasped to life, and he lit the bowl. It crackled, glowing red in the blue room, and smoke filled the neck, thick and foggy. A little bit like what Nate’s brain felt like right about then. He lifted the bowl, and Bailey cleared it, never breaking eye contact.

Rather suddenly, Nate found himself not giving a fuck about the drug tests that were months in the future anyway. He wasn’t going to get serious about finding a job in the trade until fall, content to help his mom out at the gym until then. So, he set the bong on the ground and slid his hands up Bailey’s thighs as he knelt up. Bailey held the smoke in his lungs and tilted his head curiously.

“Changed my mind.” Nate put a hand on the back of Bailey’s head to guide it down so he could press their lips together. He kissed him chastely a few times, closed-mouthed and gently, then opened and flicked Bailey’s bottom lip with his tongue in invitation. Bailey sighed, the smoke from his cigarette billowing across Nate’s tongue. What he did not manage to inhale curled around their faces as they kissed.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Nate exhaled the smoke into Bailey’s lap, where his fists were curled atop his thighs, on either side of the noticeable bulge in his sweatpants.

“That why you couldn’t leave this ass alone for all those years?” Bailey teased, rubbing his nose along Nate’s temple.

“You’re hard to ignore, darling.”

Bailey giggled and shrugged, like the arrogant little bastard he was. Nate eased back and reached for the bong again, taking a hit for himself this time. Then he crawled up onto Bailey’s lap, knees bracketing his hips. Bailey fell back when Nate pressed him onto the mattress, a smile curling his lips and his eyes falling shut.

This time, Nate did not kiss him. He thumbed Bailey’s bottom lip and encouraged him to open his mouth so he could breathe the smoke into him. Bailey inhaled, fingers trailing over the quilt as he looked for something to anchor himself, letting out a strained moan as he held in the smoke. His eyes stayed shut the entire time.

He was going to kill Nate.

It was hard not to think about all the things he had been reading about with Bailey so pliant beneath him, eyes closed and trusting.

“Exhale,” Nate told him, before he could catch himself, caught up in the moment. Then he winced. He needed to talk to Bailey first before pushing and ordering him around. If he had learned anything from his research, it was that those things needed to be discussed first. And ideally, while sober.

But Bailey followed directions so beautifully, exhaling and peering up through glazed, hooded eyes. So different from the snarky, spitfire boy Nate had always known him to be. Private. Lovely.

Christ, Nate needed to have a discussion with him because he liked Bailey pliant and obedient a little too much. For now, he needed to take care of his hard-on so he could think straight.

“Fuck me stupid, huh?” Bailey chuckled, the sound low and raspy.

Nate smiled wickedly at him, “Until you’re a drooling mess.”

With how dazed Bailey already looked, Nate imagined it would not be too difficult.

“Sounds hot,” Bailey rolled his eyes to the ceiling with a huge grin spreading across his face, “Please?”

“First things first, let’s get you out of these, then.” Nate plucked the waistband of his sweats and let them snap back against his skin. Bailey immediately began shimmying out of them. To give him some space, Nate stood up and stripped out of his own clothes. He paused a moment when he turned back to the bed, entranced by the sight of Bailey laid out completely naked and hard for him.

“I wanna suck you off so bad,” Bailey murmured, holding his arms out and making grabby hands. A laugh bubbled out of Nate’s chest, and he shook his head. Bailey grinned and continued, “Wanted to suck you off in the bathroom at the bar but then you had to hulk out.”

“You liked it,” Nate put one knee on the bed to climb back on top of Bailey, thinking over the logistics. He could straddle Bailey’s chest so he could keep lying where he was, or… “Do you wanna 69?”

Bailey groaned in response. So, Nate crawled on top of him backwards, straddling his head so that his hard cock hung just above his mouth and Bailey’s twitched beneath his lips as his breath brushed across the sensitive skin.

“Fuck,” Bailey groaned before digging his fingers into Nate’s thighs and mouthing at the head of his cock. Nate blew out a breath and licked Bailey’s length to his balls. The room was filled with muffled groans and slick sounds. Then Bailey lifted his head enough to start mouthing at Nate’s balls and froze with a gasp.

“You prepped,” he breathed, wonder in his voice.

“Yeah, I did.” Nate aimed for confidence, even though he’d felt presumptuous and silly about it while doing the prepping. “I was hoping you would let me ride your cock.”

Bailey stared at him from between their bodies, open mouthed and dazed, one hand flying to grip the base of his cock as it twitched in Nate’s face.

Nate smirked. “You like the sound of that, darling?”

He nodded and let out a breathy moan. Nate wiggled his hips a little to brush the head of his cock against Bailey’s flushed cheek and prompt him to start sucking again. Bailey’s eyes fluttered shut, and he happily lifted his face to run his tongue from the head to the base, where he mouthed with blissfully hot kisses. His hands moved back to rest on Nate’s sides.

They built up a good rhythm. Nate opened his jaw wide and pillowed his lips as he bobbed his head. One of his fists wrapped around the base where his mouth could not reach, working it firmly while he hollowed his cheeks and massaged the rest with his tongue. Bailey’s thighs twitched and flexed, toes curling.

For his part, Bailey ended up resting his head on the mattress and letting Nate fuck his throat with gentle little thrusts. Every once in a while, Nate held his hips up to let him catch his breath. He panted and lapped at the head bumping his lips until he would grow impatient and splay his hands over Nate’s ass, encouraging him to plunge into his throat again.

He spread one cheek and pressed the pads of his fingers to Nate’s rim, just barely dipping inside, more of a teasing massage of the muscle than anything else. Then he gagged a little and turned his head to the side to get the cock out of his mouth and gasp.

“Fuck, man,” he panted, pressing his nose to the inside of Nate’s thigh, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum. I’m…”

He was indeed rock hard, balls drawing up tight, and pulsing in Nate’s mouth. But Nate pulled off before he could reach his peak. Precum trailed salty along his tongue. He hummed and looked down. Bailey stared back with heated eyes and a bright red, sweaty face.

“Shit, I need to calm down for a minute,” he gasped, breath tickling the fine hairs on Nate’s thigh. “Just give me a minute.”

Nate tried to get off him, but Bailey still had his hips in a vice grip and prevented him from doing so. He used that grip to tilt Nate’s hips at just the right angle so that he could lick from his balls to his hole. His tongue was a warm, wet pressure that felt half-disgusting and half-amazing.

“Bay,” he gasped, “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Bailey pulled apart his cheeks, scrutinizing the way his hole opened as Nate focused on relaxing for him. Then he flicked his tongue inside the rim, punching a gasp out of Nate.

“Yeah,” Bailey groaned, dropping a kiss to the junction of Nate’s ass and thigh, “You’re so fucking…please let me?”

Nate pushed himself up on his hands instead of his elbows and glanced back at him, “Help yourself.”

And Bailey certainly did. He helped himself with the singular focus that only being high seemed to bring him, brow furrowed as he played to his heart’s content. Nate dropped his head and panted as Bailey pushed his thumbs past his rim and pulled it apart to lick inside. He moaned as Bailey pushed the sides of his ass apart and wiggled his tongue inside all on its own. The most lewd sounds imaginable filled the room.

It was Nate’s first time getting rimmed, and he knew it would not be his last. He ground back against that tongue, enjoying the way that Bailey moaned each time, his legs shifting on the bed beneath Nate’s torso.

Eventually, Nate dragged himself away, his cock flushed deep red and unable to take any more teasing, and Bailey let him. His cock was at ease now, still hard but not rigidly ready to shoot off at the slightest touch, which was good because Nate wanted to ride him for at least a little while.

“Condom,” Bailey ordered impatiently, wiping the back of his hand across his face. Then he let his hand flop on the bed to point in the direction of his bedside table. “Top drawer.”

“Already lost the ability to form a complete sentence?” Nate teased.

Bailey rolled his eyes.

“Careful,” Nate chided while he rooted through the unsurprising and delightful number of sex toys and flavored lubes until he came up with a little square packet, “your eyes might get stuck that way.”

Bailey swatted his ass in response.

Nate chuckled and settled back on top of him, straddling his hips while facing him this time. Bailey watched with an open mouth as Nate ripped the condom packet open and rolled it over him.

“Somehow I didn’t expect you to like bottoming,” he murmured.

Nate popped open the cap of one of the lubes and drizzled it over the head of Bailey’s cock, the slicked him up. “You didn’t expect me to like boys, either.”

“Yeah, I’m…” he trailed off to watch with an awed expression on his face as Nate knelt up to position himself. Nate waited expectantly for him to finish his thought, holding his cock steady so that the head was kissing his rim. Bailey’s eyes flicked up to meet his, confused by the hesitation.

“Don’t let me interrupt you,” Nate said. “You were saying something?”

He blinked slowly a few times. “I’m learning quite a lot about you,” he finished faintly.