It began as awkwardly as s*x with someone new always did: fumbling away clothing while trying to look nonchalant, that weird feeling of vulnerability as Gavin assessed his nakedness, the uncertainty of where to touch, how to touch, and if they should kiss or just go at it.
Gavin moved surprisingly slow, though. There were light touches that mapped Matthew’s face before there were any touches for the rest of Matthew’s body. Nor did Gavin attempt to cajole or yank Matthew into one position or the next when Gavin got tired of standing beside the bed. Gavin merely lay back on the mattress and waited for Matthew to decide where he wanted to be. By then, with his body singing with sensitivity from the wandering tease of Gavin’s touches, he figured that on top and straddling Gavin’s hips would b
