
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/885555.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Ronald_Knox/William_T._Spears
  Character:
      Ronald_Knox, William_T._Spears
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_Human
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-02-14 Words: 5307
****** Mathematics and Chemistry ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     The variables were a hot math tutor and a student who could lie too
     well for his own good. The result was something neither of them
     expected.
Notes
     Originally published on Fanfiction.net as an entry for the 'First
     Date' prompt challenge in the WilliamXRonald FC on BlackButler.net.
     I'm really not in this fandom anymore but I still enjoy how this fic
     turned out, so I'm reposting here.
     'Underage' is just for general safety purposes, seventeen is legal
     most places I know of but elsewhere it is eighteen.
The clock's muted ticking somehow seemed unbearably loud in the otherwise
silent room. It only served as a reminder to William T Spears of how much of
his precious time was being wasted. He finally gave into the temptation and
sighed in exasperation.

The young blonde student, currently sprawled across his desk, looked up at him
and smiled impishly. "Something the matter, sir?" He said 'sir' with such heavy
sarcasm, and had done so ever since William had chastised him for calling him
simply 'Will.'

"What is the matter, Mr. Knox, is that you've been staring at the same problem
for eleven minutes and twenty four seconds with absolutely no progress
whatsoever."

"Ya actually kept that accurate of a count? Wow sir, your mind amazes me."

William pushed up his glasses, fighting against his extreme irritation. "I
suppose I could say the problem is that you are a complete imbecile and are
wasting my time."

Ronald's devilish grin widened. "Aw, that's pretty harsh, ya know."

William sniffed derisively. He really wasn't getting paid enough for this. But
he couldn't afford to not play tutor – even though it felt more like babysitter
– to a bunch of idiotic high schoolers. College didn't allow him much time for
any other sort of job. "This is very basic material. I cannot comprehend how,
at the age of eighteen, you cannot-"

"I'm only seventeen, actually," Ronald interrupted, "Just, in fact. My birthday
was two weeks ago."

"But you're a senior...?"

Ronald's grin was in danger of splitting his face in two. "I skipped a grade.
I'm kind of pretty smart, ya see."

"Yet you are failing simple math? Please explain this to me."

Ronald laughed. "Ya really wanna know the reason?"

"Yes, please."

Ronald leaned close to the dark haired man, as if sharing a secret. "I could
pass this course in my sleep. But then I wouldn't get to spend two hours every
Tuesday and Thursday with you."

William jerked away from the younger blonde as if from an electrical shock.
"You mean all this time you've been lying?"

"Yep. Didn't ya notice how suddenly my grades declined? If ya paid as much
attention to that as ya did to the passing of time, ya'd have seen it coincides
with when ya were first introduced to my class as a tutor."

"I must inform your teacher of this immediately. Our sessions will discontinue
promptly." William's mind was whirling frantically. Had this boy effectively
just confessed a crush on him?

"Do ya think she'll believe ya? I've got my story down pat. My da was the one
who always helped me through this stuff, my parents are going through a hard
time now, no time for me, all that jazz. I've got a good friend in theater,
comes in handy sometimes. So... ya seem to be stuck with me."

William was normal a level-headed man, but he was fast approaching a state
known as 'very, very pissed.'

"But, I'm a reasonable guy, and, to be completely honest with ya, this is
boring me to tears, too. So I'm willing to make a deal with ya. I'll revise my
story, get my grades back to normal, we can stop this stupid charade – if ya go
on a date with me."

"What?" exclaimed William, slamming his hands down on the desk, causing several
pencils to clatter to the floor.

Ronald giggled. "Now, sir, ya shouldn't cause a scene. Just one date, is all I
am asking. Dinner, movies, whatever you want. Then I am completely out of your
hair."

William scowled. "Absolutely not. It is completely inappropriate. I am your
tutor, and you are far too young."

"Tutor, not teacher, and afterward ya won't even be that. And you're twenty-
two, I'm seventeen. Five years isn't a huge deal. Hell, it'd even be legal for
ya to sleep with me." Ronald winked as he said that, and William felt like
vomiting. "C'mon, it might even be fun."

Inside William's head, numbers were being compared. Two hours every Tuesday and
Thursday per week until the end of the school year, versus several hours one
Friday or Saturday evening and then never have to deal with the obnoxious kid
with two-toned hair ever again... Being a logical, reasonable man, William
decided the best course of action would be to go along with this 'date.'

"Fine," he snapped, "This Friday night, seven pm, I'll take you to dinner, and
nothing else. Don't you dare get any ideas!"

Ronald jumped up from his seat and pumped his fist in the air. "Awright! Don't
worry sir, I'll make it worth your time!" He winked again, grabbed his books,
and dashed out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "I'll text ya my
address!"

William sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. What in the hell had he
just gotten himself into? He glanced at the clock. Well, at least he had an
extra forty-five minutes today he hadn't expected. And he wasn't a man to waste
extra time.
 
 
"I expected ya to drive something flash and highbrow, sir," Ronald joked,
flinging himself casually into the passenger seat.

"Fancy vehicles are waste of money, Mr. Knox, their purpose is transportation
from one place to another," William replied, purposely not looking at Ronald.

"No wayyyy! Cars are for showing off!" Ronald reclined the seat and leaned
backwards with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head casually, "So,
where are we headed?"

Whatever cologne or aftershave Ronald had put on immediately filled the small
space of the car. It wasn't unpleasant, and William had to admit it actually
rather attractive. He risked a glance out of the corner of his eye at Ronald.
The kid cleaned up nicely, the neat shirt and slacks were a stark contrast to
the band t-shirts and ripped jeans he usually wore. The way he was lounging
pulled the shirt taut against his chest, revealing that he wasn't a typical
scrawny teenager, he had some decent muscle to him. William realized he was
staring, and turned his focus back to the road promptly, starting the car
again. "Dinner," he answered simply.

Ronald scowled, although his bright green eyes conveyed amusement, "Well, yeah,
duh, but I meant more specifically."

"That is not pertinent information, Mr. Knox."

"Ya know, it is sort of awkward to having you calling me 'Mr. Knox,' sir, could
ya please call me 'Ronald'?"

"Mr. Knox is fine."

The rest of the drive was passed in utter silence, as William tried very hard
to ignore the fact that a corner of his mind did in fact label Ronald as
'physically attractive.'
 
 
The restaurant was an intermediate line between 'casual' and 'upscale', William
chose it because he enjoyed the food there. He also wanted to make Ronald a
little bit uncomfortable with the 'adult' atmosphere, surely a kid like him
would be more used to noisy, shopping mall-like places. But the blonde was
completely at ease, as usual, fitting into the surroundings like he belonged
there.

Eyes half-lidded behind his large glasses, he leaned on his hand, looking
around with mild interest. "Just what I'd expect from ya, classy without being
overpriced."

"Do you fancy yourself an expert on my personality and behavior?"

Ronald smiled lazily. "Rather. I'm pretty decent at analyzing people. I had ya
pretty well figured out after fifteen minutes in your presence. That's how I
knew I liked ya."

William felt his face heat slightly at that statement, and desperately hoped he
wasn't visibly blushing. "I... see. I however, do not know you at all, other
than that you're devilish, a liar, and have a fetish for older men."

Ronald laughed, a pleasant sound, not too loud and conveying nothing other than
amusement.

"I wouldn't call it a fetish, I just know what I like. Guys, girls, age,
appearance, doesn't matter to me. I'm attracted to who a person is, not what
they look like, ya know?'

"Commendable."

"As to the rest, I proudly admit to being devilish, it's a charming quirk,
don'tcha think? And I only tell little white lies when really necessary."

It's an aggravating quirk, William told himself firmly. "I hardly consider this
situation 'necessary.'"

"Oh but it is, ya see, one look at ya and I fell pretty hard."

William was certain he was blushing this time, judging from the triumphant
smirk on Ronald's face.

"Nonsense."

"Not at all, cross my heart," Ronald said in a solemn tone that completely
contradicted the merriment in his eyes, "I never tell a lie about things like
that."

"Give me one reason why I should believe you."

Ronald smirked again. "I could give ya plenty of reasons, but ya told me not to
try anything."

Thankfully, William was saved from saying anything by the arrival of their
server with menus.

"So, that still doesn't tell me anything about you," William said once they'd
placed their orders.

"And aside from your personality and character, I don't know anything about
you. So let's swap facts, huh? I'll tell ya something about myself if ya tell
me something about yourself."

William scowled. "Very well. I hate people who are overconfident."

Ronald laughed. "I see. Well, I hate people who are dishonest about their
opinions of others."

"I think any time put into making ones hair do unnatural things is a waste."

"I think glasses are sexy."

"I think that people who are very blunt about their affections are tactless."

"I think that life is too short to pussyfoot around what you really think and
feel."

"I think that most emotions in general are a waste of time."

Ronald frowned at that. "Really?"

"Yes. I hate to be bothered with petty feelings."

"That's a shame, emotions can be a pain sometimes, but happiness is an emotion
too, and that one is worth dealing with the rest for."

"Happiness is a fleeting feeling, it is better to be indifferent."

"That's kind of sad, ya know?"

For once, the ubiquitous brightness in Ronald's eyes dimmed. He actually cares
about me, William realized with a start. He shrugged noncommittally. "It has
worked for me."

"Something tells me there's a story behind this."

William looked at the younger man sternly. "You are far too astute for your own
good. I have no reason to tell you anything about my past."

Ronald held up his hands in gesture of innocence. "Hey, I'm not asking! I just
said it sounds like ya have a reason for wanting to be so indifferent to
everything."

William frowned and took a sip of water. "This is getting us nowhere. Perhaps
we should ask questions instead."

"Okay, shoot."

"What on earth possessed you to be so forward?"

Ronald grinned. "It's just how I am. I don't do anything by halves, ya know?
Sports, academics, partying, I go all for it. Normally I'd have just approached
ya and said hey ya wanna go out but our positions didn't really allow for that,
and you'd definitely have said no. So I actually had to strategize a bit. What
are you majoring in?"

William was surprised by the innocuous question. "Business Administration."

"Should've guessed that," said Ronald.

"Supposing you are actually planning on going to college, being 'kind of pretty
smart' as you said, where are you attending and what are you planning on
majoring in?"

"That's two questions," Ronald pointed out, "But whatever."

William supposed he shouldn't have been surprised when Ronald informed him that
he had already applied to the same college he went to – which he realized that
he'd still be there when Ronald started in the fall, as he was a year behind
from having to work to actually afford it – but the planned major was
unexpected.

"Adolescence Education, specifically literature and theology."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I've always wanted to be a teacher, dunno why, just seems like a cool
thing to do, and that's what really interests me. I love to read, there hasn't
been a single book I've been assigned that I haven't enjoyed, and I find
theology fascinating."

"You're a rather interesting individual, Mr. Knox," William consented, actually
very intrigued.

His admission was rewarded with a faint blush. "Uh, thanks, sir."

"I suppose we're no longer playing the game, so may I ask what your favorite
novels are?"

William had thought Ronald was perky to begin with, but at this his face
literally lit up. "Oh gosh, I have so many... I really like anything by George
Orwell, Ayn Rand, Ray Bradbury... but, you're probably gonna think this is
silly, I really love fantasy novels, like Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman."

"No shame in that, I enjoy a decent fantasy myself, sometimes; contemporary
'fiction' seems to have degenerated somewhat, anyway."

"Oh I so know! Seems like every other book out recently is about vampires, or
women who learn to get a life after their husbands leave them."

Ronald was such a lively conversationalist that William soon forgot why he was
with him in the first place. Until they were both pondering dessert when Ronald
said - "Hey, can I ask ya something?"

"Sure," William answered abstractly, deliberating between something chocolate
and something fruit.

"I am kinda curious about something. When I first mentioned this to ya, the
objections were because of my age and your position; I expected to get some
anti-homo vibes. What's up with that?"

William coughed slightly, suddenly very aware that Ronald considered this to be
a 'date.' "Ah, well, I am like you, I suppose. Not really attracted to the
appearance or gender. So long as they're my intellectual equal, we can carry on
a stimulating conversation, debate differing opinions without an argument, and
if they were physically attractive that would just be a..." William trailed
off, realizing with dawning horror that he had just, in essence, described the
time he'd spent with Ronald.

"Be a...?" Ronald prompted.

"A perk," William finished flatly, "You know, I am not really in the mood for
something sweet."

Ronald's face dimmed at William's sudden mood change. "O..okay... yeah, me
neither."
 
 
Awkward silence ensued as the two left the restaurant. The temperature had
dropped somewhat since earlier that evening, and Ronald shivered slightly in
his thin shirt.

"Have you ever had your heart broken, Mr. Knox?" William asked suddenly.

"Nope. Why do ya ask?"

"Then you could never possibly understand why I find emotions to be too much of
a bother to deal with," William walked briskly towards the car, but was stopped
by Ronald catching his wrist.

"I think, actually, I could," Ronald said quietly, not looking at him, "if I
never see you again after tonight."

The way Ronald said it, William knew it was true, and hearing it made his
breath catch. Time became a fluid blur, the dark parking lot, the scuff of
Ronald's shoes against the pavement, the fluorescent glow of the street lights,
the sound of traffic suddenly becoming distant in contrast to the blood rushing
in his ears, and then nothing but Ronald. The smell of his cologne that was so
enticing, the feel of his lightly muscled arms, and, gods, the softness of his
lips pressed against his, desperate and fearful. William surprised even himself
by putting his arms around the blonde and kissing back. Ronald's response was
to press himself closer to William, making the older man feel as though his
skin was on fire. As Ronald kissed him passionately, he was suddenly and
painfully aware of their surroundings and the wide age gap.

He pulled away, slightly out of breath. "Ronald... this is not the time or
place."

Ronald's eyes widened. "You... said my name."

William flushed slightly and coughed. "I should take you home."

"A..alright..."
 
 
The atmosphere in the car was tense, taut with repressed words and desires.

"Ya don't have to leave right away," Ronald said suddenly, "Ya could come in
and hang out for a bit."

William cringed slightly at the unmistakably teenager slang. "What on earth
would your parents think?" he said, simultaneously reminding himself and Ronald
of the awkwardness of their situation.

"Hrmm; they're away at our camp for the weekend. They do that whenever there is
decent weather."

"And just leave you alone?"

"I'm pretty self-sufficient. They wouldn't do it if they didn't trust me to not
like, throw wild parties or accidentally burn the house down. I had to pretty
much force them to go the first time, when I had just turned sixteen. My ma was
frantic, called like every five minutes. They came home and I had cleaned the
whole house and cooked them dinner. They're a lot more chill about leaving me,
now." Ronald laughed slightly.

"A teen guy who can cook and clean, I am impressed."

"My ma wanted a girl. She got me. So she just taught me all the domestic stuff
anyway. I can sew, too. To counteract it, my da taught me how to repair pretty
much anything. I think I could have survived on my own when I was like,
fourteen."

"If this is an attempt to make me feel better about this, it isn't working."

Ronald grinned. "Nah, I was just bragging. So, are ya gonna come in?"

William looked at the dark house, then to Ronald. He knew exactly where this
was headed. He turned off the car. Ronald grinned wider and hopped out. William
followed at a more leisurely pace.

Don't do this don't do this don't do this, was the running mantra in his head,
even though his eyes were glued to every line of Ronald's body as he skipped up
the steps to unlock the door.

"Just for a while," William warned, even though he didn't mean a word of it.

"Whatever ya say," sang Ronald, fully aware of that fact.

William found himself in a dark entryway, polished tiles below his feet, a
simple light fixture suspended from a high ceiling above his head. Ronald made
no motion to turn on the light. The door clicked shut behind him.

Don't do this, William told himself one last time.

Ronald sighed softly and flung himself at William again, arms around his neck,
those impossibly soft lips against his own.

Yeah, right, William's subconscious mocked, are you really going to resist
this?

Almost without him coherently realizing it, William wrapped his arms around
Ronald's waist, pulling him closer.

"Mmmnn." If he hadn't already been willing to throw any caution to the wind,
the quiet sound of pleasure Ronald made would have decided for him.

Ronald brushed his tongue lightly across William's lips, and he automatically
opened his mouth, allowing the younger man entrance. Ronald tilted his head
slightly, thoroughly exploring William's mouth with his tongue. The dark-haired
man allowed him dominance for just a moment, before pushing back against him
with his tongue, instigating a fierce struggle. Despite the experience
advantage William felt he ought have, Ronald was matching him as an exact
equal. Both were feeling flushed and panting slightly when they pulled away for
air.

"Mr. Knox, this is highly inappropriate," William said.

Ronald smirked. "Oh but sir, I have to thank ya for all the help ya gave such a
poor, stupid student as myself. I figured this was the best way, since ya seem
to enjoy my company so much."

"I don't know what on earth would have planted such thoughts in your head, Mr
Knox."

"Hmm, dunno, maybe this."

With that statement and a wicked grin, Ronald ground his hips into William,
causing him to have to stifle a moan as how much he did in fact enjoy it was
made very, very obvious.

"This really is inappropriate, Ronald."

Ronald shrugged. "So? I'm legal."

"...indeed."

Ronald cut off what William was planning on continuing saying by kissing him
again, languidly and sensually, twining his fingers through his hair. William
decided to be the one take the kiss farther this time, nudging Ronald's lips
apart with his tongue. Ronald opened his mouth accommodatingly, tilting his
head to allow him better access. William traced circles on the small of
Ronald's back with his thumbs, making the blonde squirm slightly with the
ticklish feeling. Moving his hands lower, William allowed just the tips of his
fingers to slip underneath the waistband of Ronald's slacks. The younger man
then pulled away from the kiss to whisper in William's ear.

"That's teasing..."

"It is possible to tease a devilish individual such as yourself?"

"Mmm-hmm..." Ronald ran his tongue lightly over the shell of William's ear.

The dark-haired man grimaced with the effort of not making noise.

"Ooh, you're the stubborn type. Ya know, that's just like a challenge to me."

Ronald began placing feather-light kisses along William's neck, letting his
tongue dart out every so often, before nipping lightly over his pulse. His body
stiffened as the jolt of pleasurable pain traveled directly to his rapidly
hardening member, but refused to make a sound.

Fingertips only lightly brushing against him, Ronald trailed his hands down
from William's neck to his chest, resting his palms there for a moment before
teasing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. A sharp intake of breath
was the most William allowed himself. He responded to the blonde's actions by
dipping his hands slightly lower inside his slacks, scratching at the skin
there lightly with his short fingernails.

Ronald wriggled and whimpered. "C'mon, more please."

In answer, William removed his hands entirely to hook his fingers through his
belt loops, rubbing his thumbs gently against the protuberance of Ronald's
hips.
Ronald scowled and turned his attention back to what he was doing to William's
chest. Sliding his hands lower, he slipped them underneath his shirt to return
to pinching and caressing the older man's nipples. Holding his shirt up with
one hand, Ronald bent his head to apply his mouth to one, flicking the hardened
nub with his tongue and scraping lightly with his teeth. William's breathing
grew more ragged, but he resolutely kept any other sound from escaping.

Ronald repeated the treatment to the other nipple, rubbing the first with his
thumb and then pinching as he bit down on the other. William gritted his teeth
against the moan that threatened to slip out.

Trailing his tongue and lips lower, Ronald disentangled William's slack fingers
from his belt loops, allowing him to kneel on the cold tile, running open-
mouthed kisses across the dark-haired man's stomach. When Ronald flicked his
tongue inside his navel, William had to bite his inner cheek to keep himself
quiet.

Pulling the fabric away from William's body slightly as he did so, Ronald
unbuttoned and unzipped William's slacks, and lowered his head further to run
his tongue along the very apparent erection through his thin boxers.

"Nnngg!"

Ronald grinned up at him triumphantly. "I win."

"Bastard," hissed William, and Ronald laughed, the sound echoing in the empty
entryway.

"It's kinda cold on the floor here, what do ya say to migrating to the living
room?"

"Lead the way."

Ronald laughed again and stood up, guiding the older man through the dark
house. Without his guidance, William knew he'd have collided with several walls
or pieces of furniture. What he could see of the room from the blue-toned
streetlight filtering through the mini-blinds was simplistic but elegant.
Ronald's parents were clearly well off but had austere tastes.

With a giggle, Ronald dragged William over to the couch, flopping backwards
onto it unceremoniously, pulling the slightly taller man on top of him.

"Hey," he said, looking up at him with his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Hey."

Ronald tilted his head up and captured William's lips in a gentle, passionate
kiss. William kissed back with just as much ardor. Readjusting himself slightly
on the couch, Ronald arched his hips upwards against the dark-haired man,
causing him to moan. Ronald giggled again.

William trailed his hands down Ronald's sides as he deepened the kiss, engaging
the blonde in yet another fierce tongue battle.

"Ah!" Ronald pulled away from the kiss with a cry as William brushed his hand
against his prominent erection.

Time blurred again as both of them fumbled at each others clothing through a
haze of desire. Kissing his chest and neck heatedly, William pushed the light
linen shirt over Ronald's head as he raised his arms to allow it's removal. It
slid to puddle on the floor, where it was soon joined by William's.

Ronald bit lightly on William's collarbone, eliciting a gasp and a jerk, making
their fully hard members rub against one another firmly, causing them both to
moan.
Hands tangled momentarily as they both attempted to undo Ronald's slacks
simultaneously. The younger man laughed breathlessly and allowed William to
preform the task, sitting up on his hands and knees as he pulled them downwards
and off, removing Ronald's shoes as he did so. He then kicked off his own shoes
and Ronald reached up to pull down his pants. With both clad in only boxers,
William lay back down on top of the blonde, kissing him and caressing his chest
and sides.

Ronald moaned and dug his fingers into William's back, licking and nibbling on
his ear. William began to grind his hips against Ronald, who responded by
arching back, starting a delicious rhythm as they both breathed raggedly into
each others ears.

"Ronald," William panted, "are you... a virgin?"

"Nng... no," Ronald replied, "If I were... I wouldn't have taken this so...
unnn... far!"

Feeling somewhat better about the situation, William made quick work of getting
rid of the last two articles of clothing separating their bodies.

"Ahn!" Ronald gasped as their unclothed erections brushed together, "William...
my mom keeps some hand lotion... in the drawer of that table there..."

"... thank you for reminding me that I am engaging sexual activities with a
high-schooler on his parents couch."

Ronald laughed again. "Sorry. There's lotion in that drawer over there."

William sat up to retrieve said lotion. Ronald removed his glasses and set them
on the floor a safe distance away. As William turned back towards him, he
reached for his glasses too, but was stopped by a hand on his wrist.

"No, leave them. I'd like to be able to see you, thank you very much."

"You're really that blind?"

"Yes. Now shut up, you're making me feel old."

Ronald was smirking with amusement, but did as he was told. William uncapped
the hand cream, trying to ignore the decidedly 'middle aged housewife' scent of
it, and poured some onto his hand. The relaxed expression on Ronald's face and
the way he parted his legs accommodatingly assured William that he was in fact
experienced. Leaning back down to kiss Ronald's lips and neck, William slipped
one lotion-slick finger inside the younger man.

Ronald made a face of slight discomfort but soon relaxed. William dared to add
a second finger sooner than expected. Scissoring them slightly, he found Ronald
to be tight but not painfully so. Stretching him as gently as possible, William
was relieved at how relaxed the blonde was.

"Told ya I wasn't a virgin," muttered Ronald, "Just because I've never been in
love before doesn't mean I've never had sex."

William's mind stuttered slightly over the use of the word 'before.'

Ronald's sudden exclamation cut off any further thoughts he might have had on
the matter.

"Oh, fuck, yes! There! Again!"

William flexed his fingers experimentally, resulting in a profanity-laced cry
of pleasure.

"Nnngg... gods, William, more!"

The older man removed his fingers to liberally apply the lotion to his needy
member. Ronald wrapped one arm around his neck to pull him down for a heated
kiss.
While Ronald was occupied with the tongue combat, William guided his erection
to his stretched entrance. The blonde winced slightly at first, but was shortly
just as relaxed as he'd been with just William's fingers.

Once he was entirely inside Ronald, William paused for a moment, despite the
torture of the divine heat and tightness around his aching member.

"Go ahead and move, I'm fine," Ronald whispered.

"Are you certain?"

"Positive. If ya don't move soon, I'll make you bottom!"

The threat was enough to convince William, although he still went slowly,
pulling almost completely out and then pushing back in.

"Too slowww!" complained Ronald, and bit William's neck in frustration.

The shock of pleasurable pain caused the dark-haired man's hips to jerk,
pushing him deeper into Ronald faster than he'd intended.

"Ah! Yes! More!"

The blonde's blissful exclamation and expression was proof enough, and William
quickly built up a moderate rhythm.

"Mnn-ah!" he moaned as Ronald responded with a shift of his hips, tightening
the already-exquisite friction to his member.

Ronald was kissing his neck, his lips, his shoulders, every place his hot, wet
mouth touched his skin sending bolts of electricity to his groin, causing him
to unconsciously increase the pace.

Ronald wrapped his sweat-slick legs around William's waist, changing the angle
of their bodies just as William thrust into him again.

"Ah! FUCK!" Ronald near-shouted, informing William that he'd found what he'd
formerly discovered with his fingers.

Making sure to hit that spot with every thrust, William sped up a bit more,
reveling in the way Ronald's body felt against him, delighting in every
ecstatic moan.

Ronald's cries degenerated into a steady stream of expletives, interspersed
with erotic exclamations of William's name. That, along with the rapturous heat
and pressure around his member, was quickly increasing the warmth pooling in
his lower stomach.

With the hand still slick from the lotion, William took hold of Ronald's
neglected erection and began to pump in rhythm with his thrusts. Any coherent
words completely ceased from the younger man's wanton cries, and became simply
animalistic moans.

William realized he was making quite a few shameless noises himself as the
tightly-coiled heat in his lower regions further tautened.

"Unnngg... William... so close... ahh..." Ronald's head was thrown back against
the couch cushions, the bleached sections of his hair darkened with sweat, and
his face flushed with exertion and desire. It was pretty much the sexiest thing
William had ever seen in his life.

His rhythm became more erratic as he approached the edge, and he tightened his
grip on Ronald's member. As the blonde's prostate was thrust against once more,
he actually did shout, a wordless exclamation of pleasure as he came hard over
both their chest's and stomach's.

Feeling Ronald's body tightening around him and the heat from his orgasm pushed
William to the end he had been heading towards, and he came shortly after
Ronald, crying out in an only slightly more subdued volume.

Panting, he pulled out and collapsed onto the couch, still partially on top of
Ronald.

After a moment in which he was able to catch his breath, Ronald said, "I'd
invite ya up to my room to sleep, but that would probably be awkward."

"Why... is that?" William asked, still slightly breathless.

Ronald laughed quietly. "My ma is kinda... sentimental... doesn't let me throw
anything away. I think ya would probably find it weird to be in the bedroom of
someone ya just had sex with surrounded by Little League trophies and grade-
school art projects."

"Yes, I daresay that would be rather awkward."

Ronald stifled a yawn and nuzzled against William's neck. "How about next time
ya let me top?"

"Next time?"

Ronald pulled his face away and stared at William with a heart-rending
combination of fear and adoration.

"Next time," William continued, "We do it at my place, with proper lube. No
more of this 'my mother keeps hand lotion in that drawer' business. If I ever
meet this woman I want to be able to look at her with a straight face. We'll
see about the topping matter."

Ronald laughed then, a sound of pure elation.

"I think... you may have reminded me why emotions are not entirely an
unpleasant thing."
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