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Troy figures there must come a time in everyone’s life where bunk beds lose their appeal.
While for most people that’s probably somewhere around eighth grade or earlier, Troy personally only got his head around the disadvantages of bunk beds once he got back from his trip.
Disadvantage Number One: if they still had bunk beds, he and Abed would have fallen off them a lot these last few months.
As it is, their bed is a very comfortable queen. Which means that, right now, he can grab Abed’s hips and flip them so Abed’s beneath him without worrying about them winding up on the floor, and continue kissing his neck.
It’s a nice neck, and Abed makes some very nice sounds when Troy’s mouth is on it, little whimpers and sighs and whispers of ‘That’s good, keep doing that.’ He smells great, all clean and citrusy after his shower, though Troy’s single-mindedly determined to ensure they both need to clean up again before the night’s over.
It’s not Troy’s fault. They’d been planning to lounge in bed and watch something, and that would have been fine. Except Abed had drifted out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around his waist and water droplets still clinging to his clavicle, and Troy had been helpless to do anything but reach for him.
He can’t remember ever feeling like this before, this hungry for intimacy with someone—though he can put a lot of that down to years spent trying to force attraction to completely the wrong gender. But he’s still startled by the desire he feels for Abed all the time, and that Abed seems to feel right back: a warm, strong, tender undercurrent that has their hands roaming sleepily in the early morning. Has them pausing midway through cooking so they can make out against the counter. Has had them on more than one occasion making their excuses when they’re out with other people, leaning close to whisper in each other’s ears: I can’t stop thinking about you, I want you so much, please take me home, and leaving hand in hand.
Troy’s not even sure it’s lust, exactly, at least in a typical sense. It doesn’t always lead to sex. It’s more that they get to touch, finally, fully, so why, when that’s an option, would they ever choose not to?
They’ll probably get it out of their systems eventually. But not tonight. Tonight it’s definitely leading to sex. Abed is arching under him, holding him close, and Troy wants… Troy wants…
Troy pulls his mouth away from where he’s sucking a hickey into the crook of Abed’s neck, gasping like he’s coming up for oxygen, and the question spills from his lips before he has the chance to really think about it. ‘Can I fuck you?’
Abed’s eyes open and take a second to focus. ‘You mean as in—?’
‘Yeah, like—’ Troy feels his face grow warm. ‘Can I top, maybe? Only if you want!’ he adds hastily. ‘We don’t have to.’
He’s realizing he’s not totally sure where Abed stands on this, which is rare. Abed’s familiar with a lot of things, sexually, and he readily shares his opinions about those things since the two of them started sleeping together. It’s felt natural to let him take the lead with this part of their relationship, and it hasn’t been a surprise to find he treats sex much the same as he does everything else.
Which is to say sex with Abed is honest and imaginative and without judgment, and sometimes a little weird in a really good way. The months since Troy arrived in L.A. have seen them have playful, silly sex, and intense, passionate sex, and lazy, gentle sex. Sex involving toys, or role-play, or that started with Abed saying over breakfast, ‘Hey, how do you feel about bondage?’ and ended with Troy’s hands twisting against the soft rope binding him to the headboard as he trembled under Abed’s talented mouth. They’re not lacking in either variety or communication.
But they fell early on into Abed topping, and they’ve both been extremely satisfied with that. Somehow Troy just hasn’t thought that much about reversing the roles, or asked Abed if he’d want to.
But now—god, there’s something about Abed right now, so warm and pliant and uninhibited beneath him, that makes Troy ache to be inside him.
As it turns out, Abed doesn’t need much persuading.
‘Yeah, I want that,’ he says immediately. ‘Do you mean now? Or is that too fast?’
Troy’s mouth goes dry, blood racing southward. ‘Yeah. To going now, not to it being too fast, unless… are you sure?’
Abed blinks. ‘Did I forget to inflect? Because in that case you should definitely feel free to read into all available physiological signs.’ He presses his hips upwards to make his point, eyes mischievous.
Troy refuses to let his brain jump track to stressing over whether Abed’s actually wanted to do things this way round the whole time and Troy’s been selfishly denying him. Instead he focuses on the fact that they both definitely want it right now.
He skims his knuckles over Abed’s cheek. ‘I might need you to help me,’ he says, voice rough.
‘I can do that,’ Abed promises him softly, turning his head to brush his lips against Troy’s hand. ‘You should grab the lube first.’
Troy ducks down briefly to kiss him and then sits up, rifling in the nightstand for a bottle of lube. Then he gently guides Abed’s knees up and apart so he can see what he’s doing.
He knows how this goes, in theory. But Abed presses up onto his elbows to watch, eyes curious and trusting, and it hits Troy how much Abed is putting his comfort and pleasure in Troy’s hands.
Troy swallows, clicking the cap of the bottle open and closed a couple of times.
‘You’re nervous,’ Abed observes, after a second.
Troy stops fiddling with the cap and sighs, glancing up at him. ‘How do you never have any problem reading me specifically?’
‘Dedicated practice,’ Abed says. ‘What are you nervous about?’
There’s no sting to it; he just wants to know so he can try to fix it, help them both enjoy this together. Troy bites his lip as he passes the bottle hand to hand. ‘It’s just new,’ he says after a moment. ‘I don’t wanna hurt you, or be terrible at it—I don’t know. You make me feel so good when you do this to me. I wanna make you feel that good.’
‘Do you want to wait and try this another time?’ Abed asks gently.
‘No,’ Troy says, because under the nerves he’s still crystal clear on wanting to get inside Abed as soon as possible.
‘Do you want me to get myself ready?’
Troy shakes his head. That would be hot to watch, but no. Not this time. ‘I wanna do it for you,’ he says, voice coming out a little hoarse.
Abed’s tongue darts out, swiping quickly over his lower lip. ‘Okay,’ he breathes. ‘I really want that too.’ He shifts against the bed, and when he speaks again his tone is a little more businesslike. ‘So we’ll go slow, and check in, and if either of us doesn’t like what we’re doing then we’ll tell each other and we’ll change it. Like always.’
He makes it sound so straightforward, and Troy nods, feeling his confidence grow. ‘Okay,’ he says. ‘Yeah, okay. I’ve got this.’
He starts with something familiar, skimming one hand from Abed’s bent knee down the soft skin of his inner thigh, wrapping his fingers around Abed’s cock and stroking the way he knows will make him moan. He pets lightly at his balls, cradles their weight in his palm. Then he trails a finger down over his perineum, hesitating only a second before letting it come to rest against his entrance.
Abed’s still watching him closely, eyes very dark as Troy circles his finger softly at first and then a little firmer, getting acquainted. When Abed pushes back against him, Troy uncaps the lube with his other hand, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingertip.
‘Just take it slow,’ Abed tells him, breaths starting to come heavy and shaky. ‘It’ll be good. I promise.’
In the end Troy doesn’t need that much help after all, because it all feels very natural after that. There’s no urge to either rush from impatience or stall from nervousness; it turns out there’s far too much to savor. The give of Abed’s body when Troy eases that first finger into him. The scorching heat of him. The way his eyelids flutter closed, his gasp when Troy crooks his fingers just right. His breathy request for more. Every tremble, every sigh, every encouragement and demand and plea. It’s so hot and Troy’s so turned on, his cock achingly hard as he watches Abed writhe against the sheets.
‘I’m ready,’ Abed says eventually, looking up at Troy with half-lidded eyes. ‘Come on. Fuck me.’
Troy’s breath catches and he withdraws his fingers. He grabs a wipe from the nightstand so he can clean off the excess lube, and a condom, which Abed plucks from his hand.
‘Can I put it on you?’ he asks.
‘God. Yeah, go for it,’ Troy breathes, watching wide-eyed as Abed sits up fully, tears the foil packet open, and rolls the condom onto his erection. Then Abed squeezes lube into his own palm, and leans in for a deep kiss as he strokes Troy’s cock.
‘Tell me how you want me,’ Abed murmurs against his mouth.
Troy swallows. ‘Like you were before. On your back.’
Abed goes easily, and Troy takes a moment to admire the long, lean shape of his body before letting Abed pull him down on top of him. Abed spreads his legs apart further to let Troy settle between them and Troy kisses him again desperately, reaching down to line himself up with Abed’s entrance.
‘Go on,’ Abed urges against his lips, strangled, and Troy tears his mouth away so he can look at his face as he pushes inside him inch by inch, agonizingly slow and sweet and perfect.
Abed’s head falls back against the pillow, and he closes his eyes with a long moan.
‘You feel…’ Troy begins, high and strained, overwhelmed at the fierce grip of muscle and then yielding heat. ‘Oh my god, you feel fucking incredible. Is this—are you okay?’
Abed draws his legs up, heels pressing into the backs of Troy’s thighs. ‘Uh huh, very,’ he manages. He clutches at Troy’s shoulders and takes a few deep breaths to get himself under control. Then his eyes open, pupils so huge his irises look almost black, and his palm slides up to rest against Troy’s cheek. ‘When you feel ready,’ he says, soft and reassuring even as his voice shakes a little with want, ‘you can move.’
Troy’s not sure how long he trusts himself to last, so his first strokes are careful, tentative. But after a minute Abed reaches down to gently adjust the angle, guiding Troy, tilting his own hips experimentally. And then on Troy’s next thrust Abed lets out a high, wild cry Troy’s never heard before but wants to hear again immediately, and it spurs him on, allows him to fall into a rhythm.
‘That’s it,’ Abed gasps, hands roving over Troy’s body.
‘Yeah?’ Troy asks.
‘Yeah.’ Abed nods frantically, eyes closing again. ‘Yeah, just like that. You’re so good, Troy.’
He squeezes Troy’s ass, encouraging him to move harder, faster, and Troy complies with a groan. He peppers kisses feverishly over Abed’s brow, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. He strokes a hand through his hair, then down his arm and flank and hip, hitching his leg higher so it sits around Troy’s waist.
He wants to be touching him in as many ways as he possibly can, to let Abed flood his senses: the heat of his body and his lovely, raw, open sounds and the exposed column of his throat just begging to be kissed as he tilts his head back against the pillow. Troy can’t believe he gets to have this—gets to keep finding new ways to see Abed bare and passionate and undone. As they move together he finds himself babbling without being fully in control of what he’s saying. All the ways he wants Abed. All the things he wants to do with him. How hot he is, and perfect, and amazing. How Troy wants to keep doing this forever.
Abed shivers and whispers, ‘Whatever you want,’ mouthing at the underside of his jaw. Then Troy feels him smile as he moves his lips up, voice ragged and right by Troy’s ear. ‘You know what I want, right now?’
‘What?’ Troy gasps.
He grazes his teeth over Troy’s earlobe and clenches around him. ‘I want to feel you come.’
‘Abed,’ Troy whimpers, his movements speeding up, becoming more erratic.
‘Go on,’ Abed urges. ‘Go on, go on, let me feel you, come for me, come inside me, Troy—’
Troy buries his face in Abed’s neck and manages a few thrusts more before he falls over the edge, shout muffled against Abed’s warm skin.
Abed sweeps his fingers up and down Troy’s back, soothing him through it. ‘That’s it,’ he murmurs. ‘That’s it. I’ve got you.’
He slips a hand down to touch his own cock, but Troy says, ‘I’ve got you, too,’ the words coming out a little slurred, and gets his hand there first. He lifts his face away from Abed’s neck so he can see his face as he strokes him, see his eyes slam closed and his brow furrow and his mouth fall open as he moans his own release and spills between them.
Troy allows himself a moment to lie still, and then reluctantly, carefully pulls out, tying off the condom and getting up on wobbly legs to drop it into the trashcan. Then he staggers back to bed, grabbing the towel Abed had used earlier and wiping them both off before rolling back on top of Abed and kissing him hard.
‘You’re definitely not terrible at it,’ Abed says conversationally, when they break apart. He’s still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly against Troy’s.
‘No,’ Troy agrees, relieved, happy, maybe a tiny bit smug. ‘That was awesome. We should do that again. Not all the time,’ he hastens to add.
‘No, not all the time,’ Abed agrees, hand trailing over Troy’s ass.
‘But some of the time.’
‘Mm.’ Abed’s hand comes back up to trace lazy patterns on his shoulder. ‘I already have some ideas.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Yes,’ Abed says, walking his fingers slowly across to his other shoulder and settling his arm around him. ‘For instance, we should talk about your thoughts on me riding you.’
Troy’s brain short-circuits for a moment. ‘Uh, my thoughts on that are—good. All good thoughts.’
‘Cool.’ Abed kisses his neck, breathing him in. ‘Cool cool cool.’ He nuzzles into Troy’s neck again and mumbles, ‘You had a few ideas of your own back there.’
‘Oh.’ Troy thinks about the things he’d said to Abed towards the end and feels his face grow hot. ‘I was just being honest.’
‘And explicit.’
‘Well,’ he reasons, ‘we were doing some pretty explicit stuff.’
‘Mm.’ Abed smiles, stretching beneath him in contentment before reminding him, ‘You said “forever”.’
‘I was being the most honest about that,’ Troy says, tracing his jaw gently with a fingertip.
Abed hums. ‘I like hearing it.’
Troy pulls back from him so he can look at him properly. ‘Forever.’ He presses a series of light pecks to his mouth, promising in between, ‘Forever, forever, forever.’
When he’s done, Abed holds Troy’s face in his hands for a moment, his gaze soft and serious, then draws him back down, mouth meeting Troy's again. They kiss lazily for a while, unwilling to part from each other just yet, until Troy’s heart rate has slowed to normal and he’s drifting into a dozy post-sex haze.
Eventually Abed reaches down to pat Troy’s ass.
‘We need to shower again,’ he says. ‘Maybe change the sheets.’
Troy grumbles half-heartedly but doesn’t argue; Abed can’t stand going to sleep feeling sticky or sweaty.
‘Man. Our water bill is gonna be high,’ he says.
‘Hm. I know,’ Abed agrees solemnly, sliding out from beneath him. ‘We should shower together. For the sake of the water bill.’
‘And for the sake of talking about our sex ideas,’ Troy suggests, accepting Abed’s hand and letting himself be pulled off the bed.
‘Your reason is better,’ Abed says.
Troy, smiling and so in love, follows him into the bathroom.