One Shots (MxM)

Dax and Andrew’s First Time

Note: This took place 10-11 years ago

Dax and Andrew's First Time-

Andrew

"He asked me to come to his house." Dax complains, laying on my couch while we study. We're both pretty busy with classes since we decided to take 3 foreign language classes for this year.

"Who cares? Just go. You said he's cute, right?"

"My dad will kill me." He groans.

Dax's dad isn't fond of him being gay. He hits Dax, so my parents invite him to stay the night a lot.

There's this unspoken rule among rich people though. Don't ask, don't tell. They won't tell the police, but I don't think they need to. Dax is stronger and smarter than people think.

"Just stay the night here again. My parents love you and Sienna even calls you her brother now. You don't have to go home if you don't want to. Now get back to studying. I'm not failing Latin again because of you."

"Oh please, you failed Latin on your own. Non est difficile." He tells me. It's not hard? It definitely is. Latin is impossible.

"You know it's really not fair that I try so much harder than you, but you still do better than me."

"Life's not fair. Will you please help me?" He asks again, turning into his stomach to look at me. He scoots closer to where I'm sitting on the floor and pokes my cheek.

"How am I supposed to help?"

"Teach me how to be sexy."

I laugh a little bit and turn to him completely, shaking my head. "That's not happening."

"Why not?"

"You look like a 5 year old girl."

"You're such an asshole." He pouts, starting to pack up his things.

"Don't leave. I'm sorry. I'll try to teach you, okay?" I tell him, standing up to make him put his things back down before grabbing his arm to pull him to my bed. I push him down on it before locking my door.

My parents know that I'm gay and they're okay with it, but I don't want them thinking that Dax and I are dating.

He sits awkwardly on my bed and shifts a bit, looking around with wide hazel eyes. He looks too innocent to be sexy. He's small and adorable, but it's obvious how inexperienced he is. I've never had s*x, but at least I'm not completely naive.

"Beg me to f**k you."

His face quickly turns red as he glares at me. "No! That's so gross. How is that going to help?"

"You're not sexy because you're an inexperienced, virgin, prude. Take the stick out of your ass and put in some effort."

"Don't insult me." He mumbles before looking down at his lap. "P-Please f**k me?"

"Don't ask like an innocent little kid. Ask like you're the hottest guy on the planet and you've f****d hundreds of guys. Be confident and humble. Stop caring so much about what others will think about you and just do it." I advise, waiting again.

He takes a deep breath and looks at me, holding eye contact as his hazel eyes seem to get darker. "Please f**k me. I really want you."

I stare at him for a moment, feeling my pants get tighter before snapping out of it and nodding. "That was good. Just do that and he'll totally want to bone you."

"What do I do if he wants to actually touch me and stuff?"

"Isn't that what you want, Dax?"

"Well, yes, but I don't want to do it unless I'm prepared. Could you... well, could you just show me what you did when you first had s*x?"

I climb on the bed with him and lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm still a virgin."

"What?! But all those guys at school talk about how they did stuff with you. Even the girls say it."

"They can say what they want, but I've never had s*x with any of them. If you still want me to help then I can, but I'm not going to be nice to you."

"How are you going to help me if you've never even done it?" He complains.

I shrug and pull my shirt over my head, hardly bothering to think through what I'm planning. It's not really that big of a deal, right? I mean, it's just s*x.

"I'll just f**k you and then neither of us will be virgins anymore, and you don't have to worry about embarrassing yourself." I suggest.

I always have the best ideas. I should write novels or something.

"Do you have a crush on me? Because I'm not into you like that, and I don't want to date or anything."

"Of course I don't have a crush on you. You talk too much. I want a guy that's easy to boss around and a whole lot nicer than you."

Dax rolls his eyes at me, making me smirk. I do have feelings for him, but not the romantic kind. I have totally normal feelings for him. He's my friend, but sometimes I can't help but to be attracted to him. I'm only human, and humans get horny all the time. That's totally normal. Right?

"Okay fine. I'm in. Just don't hurt me or anything. I heard that the first time can be really bad."

"Don't worry about that. Just sit back and relax and I'll do all the work. I watched a ton of p**n so I'm totally prepared." I assure him, though he doesn't seem like he trusts me very much.

"All that crap is fake, you know? Don't do anything you saw on a porno."

"Shut up and just let me handle it." I nag him, stripping off my pants.

It takes a second for Dax to start getting undressed too, but eventually he does. It's not the first time I've seen him naked. We've been friends since diapers and I'm pretty sure that my mom still has pictures of us taking baths together.

I know it's totally weird but we still do sometimes. We've upgraded to showers though, and most of the time it ends up with Dax screaming something along the lines of 'I told you not to touch me when we're naked'. If only he knew we'd be in this position just a few weeks later.

"Don't stare at me. It makes me uncomfortable." He mutters under his breath, using his hands to cover himself. His face is red again, and I can't help but coo at the adorable expression he's making.

"Aww, you're so cute, Dax. I can't wait to completely ruin your innocence."

"You sound like a serial killer."

"I believe the proper term is 'sadistic psychopath', but I guess either works."

I move closer to him and grab his wrists, pulling them so that they're above his head and I can see his whole body. I look at him longer, letting my eyes trail over his soft skin and the few little bruises that are still left on him.

I hate seeing Dax all hurt. I should really just go to his house and beat his dad up. If he hits me back I'll probably just c*m in my pants or something.

"I said not to stare, Andrew." Dax wiggles a bit, trying to slip out of my grip. I'm much stronger and bigger than he is, so his tugging and moving doesn't do much. "Let go."

"How many times do I need to tell you to shut up?"

"You can't tell me what to do."

I roll my eyes and reach my hand out to shove a few fingers in his mouth, hoping it will get him to be quiet for just 5 seconds.

He glares at me, but does use his tongue to lick them, making them wet enough for me to stretch him with. I pull them out and poke at his hole with one, ignoring the way he whines when I push it into him.

"That feels weird. And your fingers tasted disgusting by the way."

"Then it's a good thing that I don't give a fuck." I reply, pushing another finger in.

He winces and only tenses up more when I try moving them. "Jesus Christ, Dax. Relax a little."

"I can't. It hurts."

"You're such a baby." I move to rest my hips in between his legs, leaning down to bring our faces closer together. I lean down more to connect our lips, kissing him gently. It does help him relax enough to put the third finger in and start moving them.

When I pull away, Dax just stares at me with big eyes. "That was nice. Uh... thanks?"

"It's alright. Just relax more." I watch him closely while pushing my fingers in and out.

I hate always having such conflicting emotions. I want to hold him and take care of him, but I also want to hurt him and make him cry. It just doesn't make sense. How is it that I want to protect and ruin someone at the same time?

I sigh and force my thoughts out of my head, deciding that I'll just focus on him and not worry about the desires that I have. It's totally f****d up. I'm insane or something. I even pick fights with cute guys at school just so I can get the pleasure of punching them in the face a few times. Of course I let them hit me too, but that's even better.

"A-Andrew. I think I'm okay to do more now."

I look down at Dax for a moment, noticing that his face is even more red than before. He's trying pretty hard not to make eye contact with me either. He must be feeling pretty good. "Condoms?"

"I'm a virgin. Why would I have condoms?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you were planning to get f****d at some guy's house later today. What if he doesn't have condoms?"

"Sorry I didn't think that far, but I've been a little busy today! God, if you're going to f**k me then stop nagging me and just do it. You are so annoying sometimes. Honestly, it's like you can never just shut-"

I grab his hips and slam into him completely. What's the point of inching in slowly when I can do what I want and get him to shut up at the same time?

"Ah! f**k! Take it out, you asshole. That hurts. Did you tear me? Am I bleeding?" Dax asks while pushing at my hips.

I pin his hands above his head and move my hips slowly, looking to see if there's any blood. "You're fine. You're not bleeding so stop whining."

"I thought it was supposed to feel good." Dax mumbles.

I almost feel bad about the tears forming in his eyes, but I start to move my hips more, moaning at the feeling. It's hot and wet inside. I can feel him squeezing me too. This is amazing.

After a moment, Dax starts to moan.

I move quicker and quicker, smirking as I think of something. Dax always thinks he's above me, but this is my chance. Probably the only time I'll ever be above him. I don't want it to go to waste.

I wrap one hand around his neck, making sure not to squeeze. It's dangerous to choke someone if you don't do it right, and I failed anatomy about 4 times. I use my other hand to cover his mouth before leaning down to kiss his ear.

"You're very sexy now, Dax. You're so tight squeezing me like you've been waiting your whole life just to have me f**k you. Be a good little slut and let me make all the decisions. You can just lay back and look pretty."

He tries to complain like he always does, but it comes out a bit muffled. "What was that? Sorry I can't quite hear you, so I'll just assume that you were begging for more."

I can tell that he's not amused by my antics, but he knows I wouldn't really hurt him. Certainly not as much as I want to. I can just imagine how adorable he'd be with blood dripping from his nose.

I have a habit of looking at cute guys and thinking about how much more attractive they'd be after I hit them a few times. Of course I don't tell people that stuff, especially not on dates.

I don't want anyone to think that I'd abuse people. That's not what I want, but what else could it be? I want to hurt the people I like. Maybe I should Google it.

I sigh and pull out of Dax. "You're boring me. Do something interesting."

"Like what?"

"I don't know but once you do it then I'll keep going."

Dax groans and stares at me for a second before turning over onto his stomach and lifting his hips up. "Like this?"

I reach out to run my hands over his ass before pushing into him again. "Yeah. This is better."

I snap my hips against his, trying to make him c*m before I do. Maybe I'm being too tame. Maybe I should hurt him just a little bit.

I reach my hand out to grab a handful of his hair before pulling him so that he comes back against me each time I thrust forward.

I moan and move quicker and harder. I just want to live out my fantasies. I can't go overboard, but I can hurt him until he says stop.

I use my grip on his hair to push his face into the pillows. I put my hands on his hips again, digging my fingers into his skin.

"A-Andrew." He moans, taking a breath afterward. "B-Be more gentle."

"I'm in charge here, Dax. Right now, I practically own you. You're my bitch."

"Excuse you."

I smack his ass roughly when he speaks. "Shut up."

"You can't-" I smack him again, making him huff.

I smirk at how well it's working and lean over him to kiss the back of his shoulder a few times before biting him there. I try to be gentle, but when I pull back, I still see the mark I left.

"A-Andrew. More. I'm close."

I thrust into him a few more times before filling him up. He cums as well and slumps onto the bed, moaning softly.

I pull out of him and lay next to him with a little smirk. "So did I live up to the hype?"

"No. You sucked."

"Oh and that's why you were begging and moaning like a little w***e the whole time. Okay."

"I did not. Shut up."

"I'm glad you were my first, Dax." I admit. It seems almost poetic that it would be him.

He smiles. "I'm glad you were mine too."