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Neil's had enough to drink that it all seems like a good idea, but not enough that he's impaired, that this could be taken as a terribly bad idea. He's had enough that the idea has had time to really seem like a great idea, by the time he pulls his phone out and nervously sends a text. A quiet invitation. Maybe he shouldn't be so bold to assume anything, but he doesn't think he's assuming a damn thing. And, after all, it's not like the text said anything as presumptuous as come over let's fuck--Neil isn't nearly so crass as all that. But it's a clear sort of invitation, in private together.

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Steve moves his slick hand around, grazing Neil's hip and then cools his fingers around his cock, starting to stroke him in time with the slow rock of their hips.

It's almost too much. Neil tilts his head back as they move, breathes roughly. With the lube, it does feel easier, more desperate. He shakes and sighs and grabs at Steve's shoulder, thumb smudging briefly against the shape of Steve's collarbone.

They rock together and it feels even more like fucking, now everything is slick and sliding so easily. Steve groans softly, keeps up the rock of his hips, the slide of his fist around Neil's cock.

"You feel so fucking good," he breathes.

It's a messy thing, the way they move, now that there's lube. Neil's careful, because he's aware that one wrong move could be very painful. But he's also enthusiastic. God, it feels good. He nods, and laughs softly. "You too. God, yeah."

He squeezes Neil's cock gently, stroking him in time with the rock of their hips, rubbing his thumb over the slick head. He reaches up with his other hand, grabbing Neil's shoulder and pulling him down for a long slow kiss.

It's a lingering, messy kiss, the angle just a little awkward because neither one of them wants to give up moving. Neil does shift a little bit. More than not wanting to give up the position, he doesn't quite want to give up the way that Steve is touching him, how good that feels. But it feels good to kiss, to move against him, and so that seems worth it.

"Shit," he breathes against Steve's mouth. "Shit, I...almost..."

"Almost what?" says Steve, pretty sure that he knows the answer, but wanting to hear Neil say it, all the same. He strokes Neil's cock with a practiced roll his wrist, getting used to stroking somebody else, getting used to make someone feel else feel good.

It's embarrassing to say it out loud, to make the words come. But he almost doesn't need to. Steve touches him, confident about it now, unabashed and unashamed of it, and Neil chokes out a little, "Gonna come," because he's almost there.

With all the slickness and teasing, the way their hips nudge against each other, he can imagine what it would be like to have Steve inside him. Maybe some other time. If there is another time.

And it's incredibly, ridiculously, unexpectedly hot, to hear that, to be told that. He keeps up the stroke of his hand, the rock of his hips. He doesn't know if he's far off himself. He lets out a soft groan.

It's hardly anything else. He barely manages a few more shifts and strokes after he's said it before he makes a mess between them, over Steve's fingers and onto his stomach. It feels a mess, and he tucks his head to the side, panting, blushing, as he rides the wave of sensation. He doesn't stop moving, wanting to keep it good for Steve too.

It's a little bit of a shock, the feeling of Neil's come splashing over his skin, but it's also pretty hot and it doesn't take more than another few thrusts of his hips before Steve's teetering on the edge himself.

"Just..." He swallows, his back arching. "Just need a little bit more."

Neil shifts a little bit, just enough to realign their hips. Rather than rubbing his ass against Steve, he rocks his hips against him, hips rolling lazily. He almost wishes he was still hard, still on the verge of things and not just sensitive and starting to soften. With the lube, it makes slipping and sliding against each other an easy thing.

He sort of laughs, just a breathless thing, mouth brushing Steve's chin. "If lube didn't taste so weird, I'd blow you again."

His dick slides against Neil's, and it feels pretty ridiculously good and, for a moment, Steve can't hold a single clear thought in his head. He tilts his head to catch Neil's mouth with his.

"It tastes so freaking gross." He laughs. "Shit. Maybe later."

"Maybe later," Neil agrees, smiling against Steve's mouth. He slides his hand between them to curl around Steve's cock, stroking even as his hips keep gently rocking against him too. He almost wants to go for it even if the lube would taste bad. It would be worth it.

"C'mon," he murmurs between smudged kisses. "C'mon, Steve, lemme feel it. I wanna feel you come."

And it's Neil's voice, Neil murmuring to him like something from a porno that pushes Steve over the edge altogether. He comes, gasping, his mouth crushed against Neil's, trembling and thrusting up towards him.

He rocks and kisses his way through it, sighing, eating up every noise that Steve makes and stroking him right through. He didn't move just yet, until Steve was more still, and Neil feels more confident about safely sliding to the side.

When it's done, Steve feels boneless and he makes a soft, contended noise, turning his face towards Neil. "So...that was pretty great?"

Neil smiles, blushing a little bit. It's a pretty glowing praise, as far as Neil's concerned, for any sort of first encounter. Clumsy as it was. He's good with pretty great, with the fact that they're looking at each other and Steve hasn't immediately tried to get up.

Sometimes it's small things that feel like victories, he supposes.

"It was," he agrees softly. "Though we're both kind of a mess."

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