Page 26 of Fibre and Ink

“You do?” Mickey looked like he couldn’t believe something like that. “It’s just, I have... I have issues with sex, sometimes?”

“Oh!” I smiled and cupped his cheek with one hand. “Doesn’t everyone? Listen. This doesn’t have to... to mean anything.” My heart cried out when I said those words. I wanted it to mean everything. It was going to mean something to me no matter what I did.

“It doesn’t?” Mickey sounded hopeful, maybe amenable.

“Yeah, um. I mean, obviously we don’t have to do anything at all, if you’re not feeling it, I’ll, I can...get off you. But if you are feeling it, we could touch each other? We could leave it at making out. I mean, it’s... it’s just sex, right?”

Mickey exhaled. “Is... I would like to just make out, maybe a little touching?”

I grinned. “Deal. Imagine that for tonight we’re two random strangers that met in a bar or something, and we’re gonna have some fun. That help?”

Mickey chuckled, pressing his cheek against my palm. I was still cupping his cheek, which was kind of embarrassing. “Yeah.”

For all my bravado, saying it was just sex, that it didn’t mean anything...

This was a dream come true.

But I could hide how much I wanted this. I could pretend. Like I’d said, I’d pretend I didn’t know Mickey at all, and this was a random hookup.

I tugged him in and kissed him again.

Mickey groaned, his hand going around my waist, his fingers sneaking under my shirt to knead my skin.

I moaned softly, pressing my palm to his chest and encouraging him to lay back down.

He did it readily. “Your hands feel so good,” I breathed.

Mickey pulled me more fully on top of him, his other hand slipping between my thighs to knead the muscle there.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never been with a trans guy before,” he said. “What...What would you like me to do? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

I licked my lips. And grabbed his hand, guiding it up to cup me over my pajama pants. “Just rub, for now. I’m not, I haven’t had any surgery so I guess I have a boy clit?”

Mickey’s palm ground against me, heat shooting through me with alarming speed.

I slid my hand down to his waist, grinding myself and his hand against his hardness. He felt huge.

I wanted to go down on him in the worst way but from what he’d said, and what I was sensing, I needed to go slow.

Let him set the pace.

I dropped my gaze. So he didn’t feel watched. So my own emotions didn’t betray me.

He groaned softly, his fingers curling to tease at me, making me moan again.

“Yeah, like that.” My voice went low and husky.

Mickey made a gentle motion, pressing his fingers on me and repeating it.

“Fuck...” He panted, his pupils blown, his cheeks red.

“This is so hot, Aster.”

“Good.” I played my fingers over his chest, teasing at his nipples, seeing if he was into that. I was rewarded with his moans getting higher.

His fingers stuttered, slowing against me, the pressure easing off.

“More,” I ground down on his hand. “Don’t stop, please.”