Title: this time, the second time
Rating: E
Fandom: Shingakkou
Relationship: Cecil Coward/Michael Levi
Wordcount: 1973
Short summary: Cecil and Michael make another trip, just the two of them, in the fall.
“Finally…”
After nearly a full day of travel on one train and two different buses, Cecil and Michael have finally reached their destination for this short fall trip. They only have 2 days here before they must head back to the seminary, 2 days to do things together without other obligations or interruptions. It would be hard to overstate how much Cecil has anticipated this trip. After all, it has been almost 6 months since…
“It’s just like the spring trip! I’ll take the bed closer to the window.”
“Okay?”
Cecil’s bag drops unceremoniously onto the floor as he processes Michael’s words. With two single beds separated by a small table, a large window on the far side of the room… Yes, the room looks like the one they stayed in last time.
“So when the sun comes up, your bed will be further in and…and…”
“And?” Cecil is not sure why Michael’s arms are flailing and his cheeks are reddening. Unless he is embarrassed…?
“We can sleep in! Right?”
“Yes, but…” Cecil cocks his head. He feels like he is a few steps behind Michael’s thought process. First off, they reserved a room with two beds because they are two young men traveling together and not a married couple, but Cecil would expect that they would take advantage of the privacy and share a bed. Second, even if the morning sun woke Cecil up, he would take the time to lay in bed and enjoy looking at Michael’s sleeping form, for they don’t have any urgent plans for the next day as far as Cecil recalls… Wait, is this more about…?
“Do you mean…”
Cecil’s gaze flits between the two beds. The one closer to the window for… The one farther from the window for… It’s just as awkward as last time to breach the topic, at least for Cecil. The flush of his cheeks surely matches Michael’s by now.
“You want to use that bed for that.”
Well, close enough at saying what he means. Michael nods.
Cecil laughs. To be fair, they’ve spent six months not trying to say those words to each other. Even when Cecil spent part of the summer at Ahab’s place and they snuck kisses out in the fields, there was a line they didn’t cross. And when they are at the seminary, even if Father Lazarus looks the other way regarding their relationship, the teachings still maintain that one should abstain from such pleasures, regardless of gender of the partner. Cecil has gotten by with memories of the moments they have had in absolute privacy, and that has been enough. But when they have this chance again…
Cecil takes a deep breath, trying to relax. Remember, they’ve done this before. It shouldn’t be so hard to talk about.
“How about…”
Cecil’s fingers curl up against the outside of his coat. Coat… yes… something he can remove now that he’s inside a room, because it is warmer inside. And easier if it was no longer…
“Oh yeah! Coin toss!”
Cecil blinks and looks at Michael’s beaming face. What kind of epiphany is he…oh. That.
“Whatever you like.”
Cecil smiles and Michael laughs. With confidence Michael flips the coin in the air. Cecil enjoys watching the coin make revolutions in the air, as well as the way Michael focuses so intently on it. Has Michael been practicing?
“Yes! I won the toss this time!”
Cecil chuckles at Michael’s shout and fist pump. “At least you admit this time what you want. Although I was looking forward to being on top again.”
Michael blushes. “It… It wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it! I just… I was prepared for…”
And Cecil had been prepared for either position too. Honestly, with the little knowledge they came in with, it was good that Cecil and Michael had both enjoyed their first time. Even if it hadn’t been a worry on Cecil’s mind, when he did some illicit readings later over the summer, he realized it could have been worse. Somehow one of the few things Cecil was absolutely confident in was his feelings for Michael, and that had translated into braving his way and leading their first time.
Cecil is still prepared for either position. There are just some things that can’t be described with words and just need to be experienced, and Cecil wants to experience it all with Michael and only Michael.
“Don’t worry about it. I said before that I don’t have a preference, and I really don’t. As long as we are together.”
Cecil goes back to removing his coat. Michael has removed his too. They hang them next to each other on the hooks. Michael’s hand brushes Cecil’s then, followed by Michael gripping onto Cecil’s hand tightly.
“I’ll make you feel good!”
Cecil smiles. “Of course. I trust you, Michael.”
They walk over to the bed closer to the window while holding hands and sit down next to each other. Cecil leans in for a brief kiss.
“Can I?” Michael asks, releasing his grip on Cecil’s hands and moving his fingers up to reach towards the top button of Cecil’s shirt.
“Whatever you want.”
“I want to.”
Cecil is amused by Michael’s assertiveness and is willing to be obedient for now as Michael strips him of his shirt. Maybe the next time Cecil is on top again, he can be granted the chance to undress Michael in a similar way. Although he also wonders if Michael will let him have that chance again…
“Ah…hah…don’t just…mmph!”
The sounds Cecil let out are rather embarrassingly high-pitched but Michael doesn’t seem to care or rather he is enjoying it, continuing to nip at Cecil’s skin, going from neck to shoulders while his fingers press into the now bare skin of Cecil’s chest and torso.
“Nn! Ah! Michael! Please…”
When Michael’s mouth latches onto Cecil’s left nipple, the stimulation is too much. Cecil is done being obedient and patient and the only one who is lacking clothes. He reaches out and grabs Michael’s shirt, indicating that he wants Michael to strip too and just, generally, move things along faster.
Michael listens this time, removing his mouth and hands from Cecil’s body to quickly remove his shirt. However his hands immediately move to stop Cecil’s when Cecil starts trying to remove his own pants.
“I want to.”
“…Fine.”
Cecil resigns himself to being manhandled by Michael. Now he is not just feeling hot from embarrassment but also from Michael’s actions.
Once completely naked, Cecil rolls onto his stomach, preparing himself for Michael to come from above him. However just a few moments later he is rolled over onto his back onto the towel Michael must have grabbed from his bag.
“Michael?”
“I want to try facing each other.”
Cecil bites his lip. Wouldn’t that position be harder? Michael would need to hold…right?
“I want to see your face.”
“…Okay.”
Michael smiles. “I love you.”
It is something Michael says repeatedly in between the kisses he leaves all over Cecil’s chest, and something Cecil keeps listening to as he tries to relax. Of course Cecil knows that having fingers or tongue enter him for the first time will make him reflexively tense up; he remembers how it was like for Michael. Even if they are more prepared this time, with oils to help the process… Cecil grips onto the quilted bedcover tightly, trying not to buck his hips up as Michael continues to loosen him up.
“Are you okay?”
“…Yes. Keep going.”
Cecil knows part of this awkward feeling may be due to their inexperience, but he wouldn’t want Michael to be more experienced per se. Because that would mean Michael would have broken his oath. It is okay that this time isn’t perfect either. Of course it doesn’t mean Michael is completely comfortable with the way Cecil grimaces. When Cecil feels like he has a better handle on what’s to come, he manages to move his hands from the sheets to grasp Michael’s arms.
“I think…probably…you can…ah!”
The sudden jolt in pleasure robs Cecil of the means temporarily to finish his sentence. Thankfully Michael seems to understand well enough.
“Enter?”
Cecil nods just as Michael brushes that spot again. If Michael can touch it with his finger, then surely with…he can do even more… Cecil finds that he can’t even say those words in his own head, let alone out loud.
“I’m entering…”
Cecil braces his thighs against Michael’s torso as Michael lines his body up. Michael’s hands help Cecil hold position as his cock enters Cecil’s body, slowly. It’s too slow.
“M-more…”
“O-okay!”
Cecil blanks out for a moment when Michael reaches the spot with his cock. When he opens his eyes again, he sees Michael looking down in concern.
“Cecil?”
“I’m fine. Keep going.”
Michael nods and begins thrusting into Cecil in earnest, making a few adjustments to position and speed until he’s hitting that spot inside Cecil consistently. Cecil can only emit half-words, broken sounds while Michael just repeats Cecil’s name over and over like a rhythmic chant.
“Ah...nn...Mike…Kuh…”
“Ce...cil...Ce...cil…”
It’s a different kind of heat that builds for Cecil. His own cock is not unaffected by the pleasure he is experiencing even if it is untouched. Cecil thinks about touching it but then Michael’s thrust sends Cecil’s back arching and his hands flail out and end up on Michael’s shoulders, pulling Michael down.
“Ah…Ah…mmm?!”
Michael’s mouth crashes on top of Cecil’s, swallowing the rest of Cecil’s sounds from the change of angle, from Michael’s cock reaching even deeper inside.
“I’m close,” Michael murmurs against Cecil’s mouth as one of his hands wraps around Cecil’s cock. Cecil wonders if Michael has read his mind or if he just wants them to come together. Michael’s hand rubs Cecil’s cock in time with his thrusts; Cecil feels himself unable to do anything other than react to Michael and Michael only. Nothing else matters right now.
“Me too…ah!? Aaaah!”
It feels simultaneously like nothing (his mind blank) and everything (his whole body erupts) when Cecil comes, spilling his seed into Michael’s hand. Cecil’s orgasm is slightly earlier than he expected, and he feels only vaguely aware of Michael spilling inside him soon afterwards. Nevertheless Cecil cannot be happier at this moment, at experiencing climaxes just mere moments apart, together, joined as one.
“Cecil…”
“Yes, Michael?”
“I love you.”
Michael leans in for a brief kiss. Cecil giggles and returns the gesture. That’s all he feels like doing right now even if he should care about being dirty and whether he’ll be sore the next day. But at least for a few moments he savors the afterglow from sex without thinking about anything else.
“I love you too, Michael.”
Finally Cecil gently pushes his hands against Michael, encouraging Michael to get up. Michael slowly removes the towel from underneath Cecil and wipes them both clean. Cecil starts to sit up, thinking about getting up from the bed and finding his nightclothes, but instead finds himself scooped up into Michael’s arms.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Moving you to the clean bed.”
“But I can move my…”
Cecil’s protests are silenced by Michael’s lips. Michael kisses Cecil long and deep, until Cecil can only give in. Well, Michael can be really stubborn when he wants to be. And Cecil doesn’t have anything really to complain about. He doesn’t really need to put his nightclothes on, if Michael’s body instead serves as the heat to keep him warm.
As long as he wakes up the next morning with Michael still at his side, Cecil may even say this second time is better than their first. Although he still wants to try taking Michael again. And if they stay together for the rest of their lives…
(…Perhaps he should work on his own coin-flipping skills…)