Waking up, he realized they had lots of time on their hands. His first appointment was at noon and Ian was working the evening shift.
Cedric felt his cheeks heating up when he thought back to the last night and how he had professed his love in such a.... way. They didn't know each other for two whole weeks, even, but he had never met anyone standing so firmly by his side, accepting him with his quirks and insecurities, and having no qualms about telling him he loved Cedric in return.
That had been a surprise.
When the words were out, Cedric was sure to have ruined the first relationship in his life that made him truly happy. But instead of distancing himself or getting evasive, Ian had been holding him as tight as he could and admitted to being just as much in love.
This morning he woke up snuggled up front to front with Ian, his leg between Ian's powerful thighs, both men having an arm slung around each other, the other hand safely tugged under the pillow, Ian's chin resting on Cedric's head.
Never before had he slept or woken up like this with a man in his life.
Cedric was deliriously happy.
Ian was still fast asleep, but he couldn't resist the urge to kiss his throat and collar bones. Lick the litte dip between them. Breath in the scent of sleepy male.
His hand slipped between them and he found that Ian was sleeping down there too.
But this cock felt good anyway, all soft and satiny with all these fine wrinkles.
And while he caressed his lovers penis, the appendix in question began to rise and shine while the man attached to it slept on.
A few minutes later, Ian rolled to his back, panting and shifting.
Taking it as an invite, Cedric caressed Ian's dick with his nose before he started to work up the underside from the balls to the tip in tiny licks.
It wasn't enough and so he got the lube bottle and started to prep himself. He wanted to give that to Ian, showing him all the sides that were part of men loving each other.
"Shiiiiit, what're you doing," Ian groaned softly while Cedric sucked his head, riding two of his own fingers.
Letting go of the salty head, he crawled up Ian's body, using one hand in an awkward way to not smear the lube all over the sheets.
Oh heavens, was he feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.
"I... would like it, if you would... do me," he finally said with a still rough morning voice, his gaze not wavering, but a blush colouring his cheeks.
"You sure?" Ian nearly whispered while they started to kiss. It felt familiar and was sweet and tender.
"Yes," Cedric whispered back, his eyes fluttering close, their hands caressing each other, their bodies molding to each other like they were made for it.
He had loved all the nights Ian had let him top, even asked him to, with ever growing confidence and love. But not every night. There was so much you could do to wear out to grown men and force them to take another shower before sleeping.
And Ian loved it all. Loved that sometimes he was in charge, and sometimes Ian took the reigns. That they sometimes lay on their sides, their legs tangled, holding each other as tight as they could while they sought for that lustful friction until it was all too much and too perfect and they came hard between their bodies, glued together by sweat, and semen, and crazy kisses, getting there without anyone taking the lead.
But he had never asked Cedric if he could top and Ced loved him for it even more, giving him the opportunity to choose the point in time he felt ready to let another man in.
They rolled and moved until Ian kissed down Cedric's spine, asking how much preparation he still needed.
"I'm ready for you," Cedric sighed when a finger started to caress him between his slippery cheeks.
Cedric folded his legs under himself while he listened to all the noises that were part of Ian donning a condom and lubing himself. His eyes stayed closed while he prepared himself for what was to come. Loving Ian as much as he did, he was sure he wanted to do this with him. Cedric just hoped he wouldn't lose track of his lust and arousal as he often did while bottoming.
He liked it. But he needed is slower and not as hard as tops seemed to prefer.
Knowing that Ian loved him too gave him the confidence of trying it.
Warm hands returning with sweet strokes up and down his sides made Cedric jump a little before he relaxed with another deep breath. He was more on edge then he liked to admit.
"Are you really sure?" Ian asked against the skin of his back, giving his spine little licks with the tip of hid tongue.
Cedric's eyes grew damp. This man was so caring and sweet.
Nodding into the pillow - it was Ian's, still carrying that intoxicating scent - was all he could muster, his voice deserting him.
Ian had no problems entering him and the soft sigh calmed Cedric's heart a bit that had started to beat a bit faster with anxiety beside all his pleadings with himself.
He was sure Ian wouldn't fuck him on an on after all went dry and it started to hurt or would go on if it became to much for him.
And still...
Cedric got up on his arms, his muscles tensing.
Ian grabbed for the headboard with one hand so he was able to caress Cedric with the other while he sank deeper and deeper into Cedric with every trust.
It wasn't Ian's fault he was tensing up, but Cedric couldn't deny the tension building in his body. It wasn't the good kind, harboring an orgasm, but the bad one, making him go lost in his head, not feeling the arousal anymore.
But he started it and wanted it, so with an iron will Cedric made himself stay where he was.
Suddenly all movement stopped.
Cedric's head sank down in shame. He had failed, not being able to separate Ian from other men in his head that had slowly turned sex into something he endured but not enjoyed.
Silently, Ian wrapped one arm around Cedric's middle and shifted them, until they lay on their sides, right legs stretched and left legs hooked up, Cedric's head resting on Ian's powerful arm, the other man leaning over him, holding him close with his other arm.
Holding perfectly still, Ian kissed his neck and behind his ear, nuzzled into his hair and gently smoothed his hand over Cedric's tummy, again, and again, and again.
Tears started to slip from Cedric's eyes, overwhelmed by how Ian just knew what he needed.
It was Cedric who started to rock against the bigger man, searching for something that could make them get even nearer to each other.
The way they made love that morning was slow, Cedric safely tucked into the cocoon of Ian's arms, their feelings so raw and their hearts so open that the sweet and shuddering release made Cedric sob out his climax.
So many things stormed through his mind and heart at the same time that he was powerless against crying in Ian's arms for a second time.
There was relieve. It wasn't him. There was someone who could make love to him in a way it felt so good for him the release was nearly painful in it's intensity.
There was love, so strong it made him heart feel to small to contain it all.
There was gratefulness to Ian that he obviously liked the sweet kind of love making Ian needed and was willing to give it to him.
And there was hurt he swallowed down for years and had never admitted to feeling.
They fell asleep a while later, Cedric curled on Ian's chest, strong fingers touching his hair and neck.
When they woke up and looked into each others eyes, Cedric just knew his search was at an end. He would follow Ian to the end of the known world and back if it was necessary to stay by his side.
They smiled silently at each other.
Then it was time to feed the dog and take him for a walk.
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