Written for the First Time challenge at the holidaysmut lj comm.

Sleepover

Erik pulled up to the Ng house, and grabbed a couple of dvds and his school bag. That was all he’d need for their planned sleepover as he’d had his own dresser in Long’s room for years now.

Sleepovers were not a new thing, either. After Long’s mother had married Keith, she began to travel with him on his frequent business trips. Long had spent those nights at the Meyers’ house with Erik until they’d started high school. Since then Long had been allowed to stay home, as long as Erik stayed with him. Their parents considered Erik to be a good influence on Long.

As dull as it sounded, he supposed he was. With Long’s active social life and many boyfriends, the freedom might have gotten him into trouble, but the sleepovers were a serious tradition, and not even the promise of easy sex had swayed Long from spending them with Erik.

He let himself in the door, tempted to call out, ‘honey, I’m home!’ That was something Long could pull off, but Erik figured he’d just sound stupid. “Hey, Long. It’s me.”

“Great! The pizza just got here, and Evil Dead is cued up in the machine. Go up and change. Mom just washed your jammies, so they’re on my bed.”

Erik smiled, pleased by the ritual of it all. The sleepovers had followed the same routine for as long as he could remember. Pizza in their jammies while watching a movie, then board games, video games or more movies after. Followed by crawling under the covers of the pullout sofa and going to sleep. Homework was not done on sleepover nights. Well, Erik always started his before coming over and finished in homeroom; Long never seemed to do any homework and still got all A’s.

The ritual had changed slightly when they had started dating five months ago, but less than he had thought. That first night they had still had the pizza and the movie, but the movie had been spent lying against Long’s chest in his arms. It had been wonderful and terrible, as Long’s closeness and his breath in his hair had caused him to be impossibly turned on, to the point of having no idea what the movie had been about. Thank goodness for the blanket over his lap, or he might have died of embarrassment.

The other change had come after lights out. Long had rolled over on him and kissed him, entirely unlike the kisses they had shared so far on their handful of dates. Their bodies had been touching from lips to toes and some truly delicious places in between. And then Long’s hands were touching those places, too, and Erik had found his hands worked as well, and my God was that what it felt like to touch another man? They had kissed until their mouths had been needed just to keep up with their breathing and shortly thereafter Erik had watched Long’s face in orgasm through the glow of the streetlights. It shouldn’t have felt special since so many others had seen it, but this was his first time, and it had been special – and it pushed him over to his own completion at Long’s hands. When Long’s hands had cleaned him with a slightly chilled washcloth and Long had gathered him in a sleepy, sated tangle of limbs, Erik had gone to bed thinking that it had been the best sleepover ever.

He’d been wrong, in a way. Every time since had brought new wonderful things to do and discover. Really, this had been the best five months of his life.

With his school bag deposited by Long’s and his sleep pants and t-shirt on in place of his clothes, Erik descended the stairs to get his hello kiss, another new tradition they had added.

“Mmm, pizza-flavored. You started without me.”

Long smirked and Erik figured he’d somehow turned that sexual in his head, but just grabbed his own slice, used to Long’s fouler mind, and his humor at Erik’s expense. “I got some movies from Netflix today, if you want to watch one after Evil Dead.”

“Sure.” Long grabbed napkins, soda, cups, the box of pizza, and a package of Hostess cupcakes, then brought it all to the pull-out that Mrs. Ng had made up before leaving on their latest trip. “And then after, I have a surprise for you.”

Erik looked up sharply at that, but there was no leer accompanying that comment. Long just looked pleased and excited. “What is it?”

Long’s lips twisted and he swatted Erik lightly on the butt. “After, I said. If you’re good, we can pause the movie and do it right after dinner.”

Erik quickly sat and started divvying up their feast. He had a moment’s panic, wondering if ‘do it’ meant do it - if that was the surprise. They hadn’t actually… well, you know, yet. It hadn’t really come up. The thought calmed Erik’s nerves; Long wouldn’t spring something like that on him as a ‘surprise.’ At least, he didn’t think so.

Erik put it out of his mind and enjoyed the pizza, and their current favorite movie, and just being with his best friend. His boyfriend. Boyfriend: that thought always brought a smile to his face. A smile that got even bigger, if a little nastier, when he thought of the reaction of their peers. And most of the adults they knew, too. Not their parents, though. They, apparently, had foreseen this day and, to hear them speak, practically arranged it.

All of which could be very annoying. And exhausting. Long tried to shield him from his sudden rise in notoriety, but he couldn’t be everywhere, and besides, Erik didn’t really want to have to be protected. It didn’t do wonders for a guy’s ego, but, he’d put up with all of it to keep Long by his side.

“I’m done! Where’s my surprise?”

“Keep your pants on.” Long had that happy-excited look on his face again, and pushed his crust away, tossing their paper plates into the nearby trash bag, put there for that purpose. Wiping his hands carefully, he then reached into the end table drawer, and pulled out two thick, white envelopes.

“Surprise,” Long said softly, looking a little worried as he handed them over. The top one was addressed to Long, and Erik put it aside. The other was addressed to him. The return address on both was a college. One he’d heard of, but never looked at because it was out of state.

“What—” Erik started, but Long cut him off.

“Read it. Them.”

The envelope was already open, and the thick packet came out easily. The cover sheet had the same letterhead as the envelope and began, Dear Mr. Meyer, Congratulations! Erik quickly opened the second, identical envelope and read, Dear Mr. Ng, Congratulations! Erik skimmed the letters quickly, making sure he was reading what he thought he was reading.

“You-- What? Why?” He tried to come up with something better, but eventually just settled on, “Huh?”

Long’s mien was still cautious, but the excitement was leaking back in to his voice. “They have both English and Biology for you, and also a great program in Political Science for me. And a beautiful campus and a bunch of clubs and stuff, including an active gay club thing, if we want. I wrote right on the applications that we were gay, and someone called me and said a bunch of supportive stuff, so I think they’ll be cool. It’s a bit more than the schools you’ve been looking at, but if we get an apartment, and move right after graduation, we can get in-state tuition starting Spring semester of our first year. I think… I think it would be good for us. Um, surprise?”

Erik tried to take that all in. The one thing he was stuck on, though, was, “You applied for me?”

Long grinned bigger. “Don’t you know yet that I can do anything? But I just used the universal app you filled out, and the essay from the State school. No problem.” He glanced up for a moment, remembering. “Oh, and then I pretended to be you for the phone interview, but really, I think I do a better you than you do. At least in an interview.”

Erik had to concede that point. No one knew him better than Long, and he had botched a few interviews because he got so nervous. He thought that there was a lot he could say about the surprise. But it really all came down to one thing. “So, we get to go to the same school?” Okay, two things. “And you want to move in together!” Erik wondered when the room had gotten so hot.

“Hey, let’s put that second one aside for a minute. I think it is going to take more than one bite to swallow.” He put his hand on Erik’s arm, petting a bit. When Erik’s eyes were no longer in danger of falling out of his head, he continued. “Yes, we can go to the same school, as long as it’s this one. It’s the only place I applied.”

“Really? I had wondered…” Erik hadn’t thought Long was going to college. Or that he taking a year off. He hadn’t wanted to presume… well, he still wasn’t convinced that Long really wanted to be with him forever, as he continually stated. It meant too much to Erik to believe, if it wasn’t going to be true.

“I think we deserve a new life. I know what people say and… well, I just wanted to give this to you. Um, if you want it. It’s further from your folks, I know—”

“That’s fine!” Erik interrupted. “I mean, our parents are great and all, but we can always visit. Or they can. I… I hadn’t even thought about leaving as an option, but…” Erik closed his eyes against the possibilities. Starting over together in a new place, where no one knew them. Taking classes that they wanted to take and studying towards careers of their choice. Together. In the same apartment!

He opened his eyes. “I love it.”

“What?” Long looked at him, hopeful and confused.

“I love that you did this for me. For us. I love that you want to build a life with me somewhere else. I think…” Erik looked down a moment, gathering his thoughts. “Well, you’ve been saying… but I don’t think I’ve… that is…” Erik had to stop to clear his throat and blink his eyes that were blurry for some reason.

“Oh, Erik. Come here.” The acceptance letters were swept to the floor as Erik crawled closer for a firm kiss. Long pulled Erik into a hug, adjusting them until it was comfortable. Then the kisses started again, on his hair, his brow, down his cheek and jaw, putting reassurance into every kiss. When he pulled away a little to speak, Erik waited with some trepidation. He liked to hear Long’s commitments, but the lack of faith he had just voiced was embarrassing, and needing extra assurances made him feel dumb.

He needn’t have worried. “So, do you want me to turn the movie back on? Ash is headed for the basement.” Long’s eyes were teasing, and the hand trailing down Erik’s back was making some trouble of its own.

Erik smirked. “No, I think this calls for some celebration of the non-zombie variety.”

Long’s teeth bit down on his earlobe. “Vampires, then?”

“Vampires don’t bite ears, Long.” Erik worked at getting Long’s shirt off while they talked. If they weren’t careful, monster lore discussions could take them completely off track.

“Are you sure? Iron collects in our lobes. Perhaps vampires are just really anemic, and looking for a little iron boost. They could be misunderstood even more than you groupies think.”

Long had divested him of his shirt, and was working on his pants, and Erik no longer worried about getting caught up in vampire talk. “Who you calling groupie?” And, why? Erik could no longer remember as Long slid down his body, showering it with kisses as he slowly pulled his pants off.

“You have the cutest toes; I’ve always thought so.” Long was naked and cross-legged at the foot of the bed studying Erik’s toes. His whole body on display and Long wanted to see his toes. The absurdity of the situation struck Erik. He didn’t even have to wonder if Long had ever admired anyone else’s toes before.

“You have forever to look at them, Long. Come up here and pay attention to the rest of me.”

Long looked up, shock on his face. He quickly crawled up to the head of the bed. “You mean it?” His voice was full of nerves and wonder. Erik had never imagined that he would be the focus of such intense desire that had nothing to do with sex.

“Long, I… Yes. Haven’t I said…?” No, he supposed he never had. It had seemed a given that if Long wanted him around, he would be there. He hadn’t known that Long was waiting for him.

Waiting… “Hey, Long?” he called to the boy now buried in his neck in a strangling hug. A muffled mumble vibrated against his collarbone. “Do you have any condoms to go with the lube in the end table?”

That brought Long’s head up. “You wanna wear one?” He smirked. “You wanna fuck me, Erik?”

Erik blinked. As best friends they talked about everything. Clearly they were going to have to get better at their couples communication, as well. “Well, no. I was thinking more the other way.” Long raised a brow. “Were you, that is, not thinking it would go that way?”

Long sat back as he replied. “Oh, well, no. I’m okay with either, it’s just most— I mean, other—I, uh…”

Erik smiled as Long desperately tried not to bring up his past experiences. It was cute, but it’s not like Erik didn’t know about them. Often in intimate detail. He hadn’t been considering Long’s experience as a bottom. As Erik’s ‘teacher’ in these matters, he’d always expected that Long would take him, at least at first.

“Maybe some other time. Tonight I want you inside me.” Erik tugged a moaning Long down for a kiss that became many kisses, their bodies lining up and finding that delicious place between novelty and habit, where they knew each other well enough to know what felt good, but not so well that there weren’t surprises. After a few minutes Erik pushed him away. “Go. Get the… stuff.”

Long moved quickly to the end table. The lube they had used before, many times, but the box of condoms was new. Long took out one and left the box on the table. Placing the condom and lube by Erik’s side, he began kissing his way down Erik’s body, his hands caressing his thighs, coming teasingly closer to his dick each time. At last hands and mouth met and Erik was kissed and licked and teased with lips, tongue and fingers. Erik didn’t think he could ever get enough of Long’s mouth on him. When those fingers left to work themselves down behind his sack, he smiled, knowing there was better yet to come. Long’s mouth on his dick, and his fingers up his ass, was by far Erik’s favorite thing in the world so far. As much as he wanted to have intercourse with Long, he couldn’t imagine it would feel better than this.

Lubed fingers worked their way inside him; the usual two at first, brushing over his prostate while Long’s tongue probed the slit in the head of his cock. Erik moaned and wiggled, pumping his hips back onto the fingers and forward into that mouth. He tensed as a third finger changed up the experience. It burned a little with the stretch, but it was okay, it was good. He pushed harder, experimenting, and gasped as the fingers slid further in than ever. Oh, he could get used to this. Bracing his hands on the bed, Erik began moving his hips more, working himself against the fingers and pushing up against wet lips and tongue. Which all promptly left him as a laugh reached his ears.

“I knew you’d want to be in control.” Long looked utterly amused and Erik just blinked, his mind taken over by want, the loss of Long’s fingers and mouth a serious affront.

“What? Get… Back in, c’mere.” Erik could only stutter and shift. And glare as Long continued to laugh.

“All right, hang on.” He was rolling a condom on, then kneeled between Erik’s legs. Pulling them up, he ordered, “Roll up,” then placed a pillow under Erik’s hips. He draped Erik’s legs over his shoulders and let go, looking at Erik. Erik obediently gripped with his knees, leaving Long’s hands free. Long leaned down for a kiss, folding Erik almost in two and making him moan as his ass was pulled and his hard dick pushed up against his own stomach.

“Okay, baby?” Erik nodded, feeling dazed and hungry for more. Long was concentrating on lining himself up, on making Erik feel good. He always tried to make Erik feel good.

He reached up to touch Long’s cheek, whispering when Long looked up, “I love you Long, Always.”

Long blinked, looking overwhelmed, his eyes wide and his mouth tight. “After,” he panted, “you tell me that again after,” and then Erik felt Long enter his body.

Long would like to say that he made love to Erik for long hours, making him come on his cock repeatedly before spilling his essence inside him. But, he also knew that the truth was just as wonderful and memorable, even if not so long or impressive.

They rocked together for minutes, not hours, and with Erik so actively working things from his end, and his face so clearly mirroring the words he had just spoken, Long was unable to wait for Erik before his orgasm took him. But he more than made up for it, he knew, by finishing the blow job.

Sweaty and drained, they lay together much longer than usual, and only when the condom was threatening to slip off and make a mess did Long stir. He had no towel ready this time, and simply tossed the used latex into the bag with the paper plates from dinner.

“Erik?” he asked, snuggling close again. “You can tell me, now.”

Erik’s eyes flew open. Long was afraid for a moment that he would take it back. He needn’t have worried.

“I love you. Always have, since the first day I met you. I’ve always only wanted you. I just never believed I would actually get you. I’m ready for forever, if it’s with you.”

Long knew by the pain in his cheeks that he was beaming. He hadn’t known how much he needed to hear that. He’d always known that they would be together, but although the past five months had been wonderful, he had often second guessed if he was really doing what Erik wanted. Not that he had stopped his plans, of course, but he’d worried. “I love you, too, Erik. Always.” He rested his head on Erik’s head, letting his eyes close. “We should get up and get clean,” he mumbled. “Maybe shower.”

Erik nodded slightly, his chin brushing Long’s hair. “Yes, shower,” he agreed as he wrapped his arms around Long, and fell asleep.

The End. (for now )