Ice Ice Baby!

Sam repeated the word 'okay' a few times and Bobby waited for Sam to regain control of himself. Once again Bobby was about to ask if everything was okay with Sam when Sam did something to make Bobby forget what words even were. Sam's hips thrust forward, driving Bobby deep inside of him. Bobby couldn't help the deep moan that escaped him, forgetting about keeping the noise in case someone heard them. 

Now that Sam had managed to make himself relax, it was easier for Bobby to build a slow and gradual momentum with his hips. Bobby rested his forehead on Sam's shoulder as Sam's name fell from his lips along with various curses and moans that Bobby tried to keep hushed. Truth be told Sam was making it difficult to be keep quiet with his hands digging into Bobby's back.

In between their hurried and hungry kisses, Bobby found himself admiring Sam's features: his bright blue eyes that glinted with mischief, his tanned skin that was flushed and warm right now, his lips that were usually curled up in a cheeky grin now eagerly kissing Bobby's own lips. As his moment of clarity started to come to end and be engulfed by the passion and excitement he felt, he realised he wanted more once this was over. He wanted to know everything about Sam, spend all the time he could with Sam. He wanted to be the one who made Sam happy.

Then Sam wrapped his legs around his waist and angled himself into a better position. Bobby watched with wide eyes as Sam started to stroke himself and he couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched this glorious sight. Their lips collided again and Sam gave him permission for the next stage. Bobby nodded, his mouth suddenly going dry, and smiled at the other boy.

When Sam gave him a nod and his hips started to rock against his hand, Bobby began to slowly ease in a second finger, stretching Sam as gently as he could when he did so. Bobby could feel the rest of his body tingle with excitement and the need for more. He kept having to remind himself that more was coming, just as soon as Sam was ready for it. Bobby wanted to give Sam pleasure, not hurt him.

Bobby had never gone this far with another guy before. Hell he hadn’t even kissed a guy before Sam but he had thought about this kind of thing many times over. Alright so recently whenever Bobby thought and fantasied about it, the other guy would be Sam, but the point was he knew better than to go rushing ahead with things. This experience was something he hoped both of them would remember as special and Bobby didn’t want to taint those potential memories by letting his impatience and desire get the better of him.

Then Sam pulled him in for another kiss, their lips crashing together in an intense union, pleading with the mutant to fuck him. Bobby managed to huff out a laugh. He wasn't mocking Sam's pleading, more welcoming it. They both wanted to take this, whatever this was, to the next level. This prospect excited and terrified Bobby since this meant so much to him. He wanted to make Sam happy, more than anything else in the world. If this was going to make that happen, so be it.

"Hang on," Bobby reached across to his bedside cabinet and started rummaging through the drawers, trying to find some protection and some lube. He had to keep it hidden in case one of the younger students had found it. He was getting impatient with himself, wanting to bring his attention back to Sam as quickly as possible. He grinned when he finally found what he was looking for, dropping a box of condoms onto the bed, along with a small bottle of lube.