Cover by Brian Yaksha.

This work contains explicit sexual material between adults, as well as an instance of transphobia and some underage (18+) drinking. Anatomical terms for a trans man: cock, cunt.

Written for the Hot Wet Queer Summer jam.

6k words.

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Daniel emerged from the humid locker room into the scorching sun. August had hit his town with a heat wave from Hell, and though September was getting closer, the 90-degree weather hadn’t abated. Waterproof sunscreen and gatorade were all that kept Daniel and his Scandinavian genes from burning to a crisp or dehydrating, or both. The other guys who stood around the pool deck were new to the varsity team like Daniel was, and their shoulders were various colors of tan and burnt. 

“Anyone still in the locker room?” Standing at the front of the small crowd was a tall, slightly older guy with a whistle around his neck. 

“No, I was the last out,” Daniel said as he joined the group. 

“Good,” the guy with the whistle started. “I’m José Andrada, team captain. The next two weeks will be intense, but they’ll get you into the shape you’ll need to be in to swim varsity. Any questions before we get started?”

A few guys had questions, and José responded to them politely but without enthusiasm. Daniel noticed the glimmer of a silver star of David hanging from a short chain around his neck, then hastily looked away when José made eye contact with him.

“Alright, if that’s all the questions, go line up behind the blocks. I want to see where you’re at.”

The guys followed José’s instructions, and they took turns diving off the blocks and swimming laps while José scrawled notes on a clipboard.  Hitting the pool water was like heaven after the blistering heat, one of the many things Daniel loved about swimming. Daniel swam crawl stroke to the other end of the pool and did what he hoped was a graceful flip turn, launching his body back toward the block. When he emerged and pulled back his goggles, José’s eyes were on him.

“Good,” José said, inclining his head slightly. His eyes were a rich brown, complemented by the dark curls that hung around his face. Daniel nodded back, then joined the other guys. They did a few more exercises and laps, then José directed them to change into their workout clothes and head to the weight room. Daniel went to follow the other guys, but José stopped him.

“Can we talk for a second?” he asked.

“Sure,” Daniel agreed, looking up at José, who stood a head taller than him.

“So they let me know there’s a trans guy on the team, and I assume that’s you.”

“Yeah,” Daniel said, not too weirded out. He’d been pulled aside for conversations like this since he came out at 16. His top surgery scars were a dead giveaway, so he wasn’t upset about being clocked as trans anyway. 

“I just want you to know,” José said seriously, “if any of the other guys give you crap, come straight to me. I don’t tolerate bullshit on my team.”

“Thanks,” Daniel said, taking the opportunity to get a better look at José. His amber-brown skin glowed with a warm undertone, and his cheekbones cut a dramatic silhouette. He was, unfortunately, 100% Daniel’s type. “I’ll let you know if anything happens, but no one was weird in the locker room, so I’m not worried.”

“Glad to hear it,” José said, nodding his head again. For a second, Daniel felt José’s eyes on him, but the moment was over as quickly as it had started, leaving Daniel wondering if he’d imagined it.

José directed workouts in the weight room individually, going from guy to guy, telling them what to work on based on how they’d swam in the warm-up. When he reached Daniel, he directed him to some upper-body workouts.

“You clearly can swim like a beast,” José said, the praise unexpected. “But your upper body muscles are less developed compared to the other guys. Nothing a little training can’t fix. I’m happy to provide feedback or advice if you need it.” It was true that Daniel had focused primarily on endurance and cardio training, sometimes at the expense of muscle development, which had been difficult until he’d started testosterone a year and a half ago. He knew he still had room for improvement.

José watched them work out, providing tips to the various guys as needed. When a half hour had passed, he blew his whistle, and the guys wiped their brows with towels before shuffling off with exhausted muscles to the showers. 

Daniel noticed a few curious looks as they showered, but no one said anything inappropriate or invasive. Unlike most of the other guys, he dressed in one of the curtained-off stalls, not needing anyone to see his bare bottom region. He’d navigated this all through junior and senior year of high school, and for freshman year of college on junior varsity (aside from the few months he’d had off recovering from top surgery). He was a pro at ignoring weird stares and confused looks, and at taking care of his privacy needs. 

Heading back into the sun, Daniel made his way out of the pool complex, and José caught his eye on the way out, giving him another nod. Daniel, in a moment of confidence, smiled in return. Who knew if José was being nice to him because he felt obligated or for some other reason, but it felt good to smile at a cute boy. He turned away before he could see if José had smiled back. 

Dating had been rough for Daniel as a gay trans guy. He lost his virginity at 17 to another senior, a guy named Isaac who turned out to have some kind of trans fetish. That didn’t go well. After starting at college, he’d briefly dated a couple guys who were pretty unremarkable. He had zero expectations of anything happening with his new team captain, wasn’t sure if that was even allowed, but a little harmless daydreaming wouldn’t be a problem, he figured as he headed to his dorm. 

Every day that week, Daniel showed up at the pool at 7:00 a.m. for training, and José worked them hard. They swam lap after lap, then worked their asses off in the weight room, muscles aching. José’s detached demeanor with the guys occasionally gave way to an attentive eye on Daniel, who could feel the senior’s gaze on him like a touch on his skin. Daniel had various theories about José’s attention. The most likely theory, he figured, was that José felt obligated to look out for Daniel because of his identity. Another theory was that Daniel only thought José was watching him because he wanted the attention, and it was all in his head. The final theory was that José was checking him out. This one seemed like a long shot and maybe even a foolish delusion.

Even though he doubted there was anything behind José’s gazes, assuming he wasn’t imagining them, he couldn’t help but fantasize. José blowing the whistle became José’s mouth on Daniel’s cock. José adjusting his shorts became him pulling his dick out and stroking it. Daniel hadn’t been this horny since his first few months on testosterone, where his hormones went wild. “Good work,” José would say, and Daniel wanted to get on his knees. He was grateful to be trans, to not have to worry about sporting a boner in his Speedo, the way he was daydreaming.

The first confirmation that José was indeed paying him special attention came in the locker room.

“So, how’d you become Andrada’s favorite?” The question came from a guy Daniel thought was named Henry, who stood under the shower head next to Daniel, soaping up his pits.

“Why do you think that?” Daniel asked noncommittally, keeping his focus on shampooing his short blond hair.

“Because you’re literally the only guy on the team who he complements.” Henry looked at Daniel with narrowed eyes. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“I guess,” Daniel said. “He probably just feels obligated.”

“Bullshit,” Henry snorted. “He’s such a hardass with the rest of us. It’s favoritism. What’d you do, suck his dick?”

“Bro,” one of the other guys said, but Henry ignored him.

“If you’re fucking the captain, he could at least hide it better. It’s not fair to the rest of us.”

“We haven’t—We’re not fucking,” Daniel stammered, heart pounding. 

“Give him a break,” another guy said.

“Okay, so you’re not fucking,” Henry said with a scoff. “So he’s giving you special treatment because you’re trans. Either that or he wants your ass.”

“Seriously, fuck off,” Daniel snapped, adrenaline racing through him. 

“Yeah, Henry, fuck off,” another guy chimed in.

“Fuck all of you,” Henry spat. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. It’s been going on all week.”

“Maybe he’s just a better swimmer than you,” the first guy said.

“You kidding me? He shouldn’t even be on this team! He should be swimming with the girls!”

Daniel didn’t even process the outburst that comment got from the other guys. He simply turned off the shower, grabbed his bag, and left the locker room, shampoo still in.

José was sitting in the lifeguard chair, taking notes on his clipboard. He looked up at the sound of Daniel’s flip flops slapping the pool deck.

“Daniel?” José called out, but Daniel was too focused on getting the fuck out of there to respond. He headed toward the exit, but once he got there, José intercepted him.

“Did something happen?” Concern marked his handsome face. 

“It’s fine,” Daniel said, reaching to push open the gate.

“Dude, you have shampoo in your hair. It’s clearly not fine. Let me walk you home?”

Daniel sighed but nodded. They walked side by side in silence for the first few minutes, Daniel’s thoughts racing. José kept looking at him, more emotion on his face than Daniel had seen all week.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

“Just one of the guys giving me shit,” Daniel finally responded after a long pause. He hated being a snitch, but José clearly had no intention of letting this go. 

“What’d he say?”

“That I should swim with the girls.”

That got a reaction out of José. His nostrils flared, and he inhaled sharply. 

“Fuck that shit,” he said, jaw tense. 

“I’ve heard it before,” Daniel said with a half-hearted shrug.

“That doesn’t make it okay. Which guy was it?”

“I can handle it myself, it’s really okay,” Daniel protested.

“It’s my job to handle it,” José reminded him. “No one talks shit without consequences on my team. Now, which mediocre crybaby said that?” His voice was firm but not harsh, though Daniel could hear the anger. Daniel sighed, then gave in.

“Henry,” he said with a half shrug.

“Thank you for telling me,” José said, nudging Daniel with his shoulder. It was strangely intimate, but Daniel liked it. 

“What are you going to do?”

“Boot him from the team,” José said without hesitation. “There are consequences for being a bigot.” Daniel nodded, quiet. He couldn’t help but fear that the guys would treat him differently after this.

“You know,” José said after a moment of silence, “we might be different, but you’re not alone, okay? You don’t have to shoulder this stuff by yourself. I might not be trans, but I know what it’s like to be treated as the other. I’m on your side.”

Daniel nodded, letting himself appreciate the words. “You’re Jewish, right?”

“Yeah,” José confirmed. “And Mexican, and I’m gay on top of it all. There’s plenty about me for people to have a problem with. I don’t tolerate it.”

“I guess I’ve gotten this far by just shutting out the assholes,” Daniel admitted. 

“I get that as a survival strategy,” José said with a nod. “But I don’t think that bigots should get away with saying bigoted things. There have to be consequences for their actions, or they’ll keep doing it.”

“You’re probably right,” Daniel accepted. “I did tell him to fuck off, at least. And so did the other guys.”

“Good,” José said vehemently, his strong feelings such a contrast to how aloof he was during practice. Daniel couldn’t help but smile at him, and José smiled back, sending a jolt through Daniel’s stomach.

They quickly reached Daniel’s dorm, a towering 1950s concrete monstrosity. José walked Daniel to the glass doors, stopping by the key-card reader. 

“See you tomorrow,” José said, holding out his hand for a fist bump, which Daniel returned.

“See you,” Daniel said back, watching for a moment as José walked away. But before he could think too much about that interaction, he had to wash out that damn shampoo.

The next day was Friday, and Daniel woke up at 6:15 again for practice. He was used to early hours—his high school swim practices had started at 6:30. Starting at 7:00 was generous. He took the janky, ancient elevator down from the eleventh floor and took off toward the pool, which was a 10-minute walk. As he crossed the brick square at the center of campus, Daniel noticed the library door swing open to produce none other than José. The senior was in regular clothes rather than athletic shorts, wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans and a button-up short-sleeved shirt in a whimsical pattern. It was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his smooth skin.

After a moment of hesitation, Daniel decided to be brave and waved over at José, whose face broke into an open smile as their eyes met.

“Already studying? Class doesn’t start for another week,” Daniel teased lightly as José came to walk with him.

“English major,” José said, indicating himself. “Profs love to give us summer reading.”

“That seems unfair.”

“I’m a nerd, so I don’t really mind it,” José confessed with an upward quirk of his mouth. Daniel thought about touching him there, at the corner of his lips.

“Read anything good?” Daniel asked, and José looked surprised at the interest.

“Yeah, actually. I’m taking Modernist Lit, so I just finished Mrs. Dalloway.”

“Always been intimidated by that one,” Daniel said, earning himself another surprised look from José. “I’m not an English major, but I love books.”

José watched him intently, barely looking ahead as they crossed the lawn leading to the pool complex. “I feel like I should ask your major to be polite, but I really want to know what kind of books you read.”

“I’m an art major.” People didn’t expect a competitive swimmer to have such a creative major, generally, but Daniel felt José would get it. “And I read anything queer. Romance, fantasy, horror—if it’s got gay people, I’ll read it.”

“I get that. I mostly read for school these days, so my reading list is whatever my profs decide for me. But over the summer I was on a bit of a horror kick.”

“Hell yeah,” Daniel said sincerely. “The scarier the better, in my opinion.”

“For sure,” José agreed. “But I love the moody, gothic stuff, too.” By that point, they had reached the pool complex, and José pushed the gate open. To Daniel’s surprise, he walked with Daniel into the locker room.

“I didn’t want to hang out at the library in my pool clothes,” he said, lifting up his gym bag and dropping it on a bench. A few of the other guys were changing into their Speedos, but Henry was noticeably absent. They greeted José and Daniel, acting maybe a little friendlier than usual, which made Daniel wince internally.

But the real challenge was when José started stripping down. Daniel used all his resolve to avoid watching, but he did get a peek at José pulling his shirt off before he averted his eyes. The movement was casual, but Daniel was captivated. José’s chest was hairless, whether for reducing drag while swimming or because of genetics, Daniel didn’t know. He stored that mental image away and forced himself to grab his clothes and head to a changing stall without sneaking another look. 

As Daniel stripped his clothes off and pulled on his Speedo, he couldn’t help but be aware of José on the other side of the curtain. Idly, he wondered if José was thinking about him as he changed. They had really clicked this morning on their walk, and it just made Daniel want him more. What started off as simple attraction was quickly moving into a full-blown crush the likes of which Daniel hadn’t experienced in years. It was all so sudden, happening over the course of just a few days, but he didn’t care. He wanted to drag José into the changing stall with him, press him against the wall, run his fingers through those curls, and kiss the crap out of him. The thought sent a pang of arousal through him.

José had finished getting dressed by the time Daniel slid open the curtain and stepped out of the changing stall. He was fishing his whistle out of his bag, and then slid it around his neck. Daniel wanted to tug on it to pull José’s body to his. 

Practice was grueling, as usual: laps in the pool followed by weight training, their standard routine. At least they had the next two days off for the weekend, but if Daniel was being honest with himself, he knew he would be thinking about José the whole time. The other guys were rowdy as practice got out, slapping each other on the back and even including Daniel.

“Rager at my place tonight,” a guy named Todd told Daniel as they headed out of the weight room. “Andrada’s in. Are you?”

“Yeah, I’m down,” Daniel responded in a voice he hoped was casual. “You live off campus?”

“Ten minutes from the dorms,” Todd confirmed. “It’s a big blue house on the corner of Main and 11th. Party starts at 9.”

“I’ll be there,” Daniel said, and that got him a fist bump. Nerves coursed through him, but Todd didn’t seem to notice, approaching the next guy to invite him to the party as well, leaving Daniel with his thoughts.

Daniel picked out his outfit with extreme care. He decided on a pair of black jeans that hugged his ass and a midnight-blue v-neck. It was hot enough at night to go without a jacket, so he took off with just his wallet and phone in his pockets. The warm summer air was balanced with a gentle breeze, but Daniel felt too warm anyway, his body vibrating with nerves. He wondered what José would be wearing. 

When Daniel reached the big blue house, he could hear the music blaring as he walked up the front steps. Fortunately, all the houses around here were student houses, so it was unlikely anyone would call the cops to complain about the noise. The place was a dump, landlords collecting the big bucks from the college kids and putting none of it back into the property. A couple girls stood on the deck, smoking weed, and Daniel nodded at them before opening the door.

Inside, the lights were dim, and the scent of spilled booze and jock body odor hit Daniel immediately. The living room was packed, and Daniel didn’t recognize anyone, so he headed into the kitchen. There he found the swim team guys standing around the kitchen island, taking tequila shots.

“Sup Erickson!” Todd called to Daniel as he approached. “It’s shot o’clock!” Another guy, Jackson, tossed Daniel a lime slice, which he barely caught.

“Sick,” Daniel said, grimacing internally. Shots weren’t his strength, but he could fake it. “Serve me up.”

Todd poured him a generous shot, then pushed the shot glass and salt shaker in Daniel’s direction. Bracing himself, Daniel followed the steps he’d learned as a freshman: licked his hand, sprinkled the salt on his wet skin, licked the salt, took the shot as quick as he could, and then bit into the lime. He managed not to gag on the astringent taste of cheap tequila, and the guys cheered. 

“Nice one,” came a voice from his right side, and Daniel turned in surprise to see José had joined them. He looked amused, his mouth twisting upward at the sides. 

“Captain!” Todd exclaimed, grabbing another shot glass from the rack on the island and filling it up. The guy was probably wasted, and definitely enthusiastic. “You in?”

“Sure, I’ll have one,” José said casually.

“Fuck, that was my last lime wedge,” Todd muttered as he looked around the kitchen. “You mind sharing?”

“I don’t mind,” José said, looking at Daniel. “Anything left in yours?”

“Yeah,” Daniel managed, thinking about José putting his mouth where Daniel’s had been and trying not to get flustered. “Here.” He passed the lime slice to José, their fingertips brushing against each other as José took it from him.

José performed the tequila shot ritual seamlessly, looking completely unfazed by the alcohol, but he did spare a glance at Daniel as he bit into the lime. 

“Damn, Andrada’s good at that,” Jackson said.

“I’ve been around the block a few times,” José said with a bland smile. It looked nothing like the smiles he gave Daniel, who could feel his racing pulse as he watched José. That glance… did it mean José was thinking the same thing Daniel was when he bit into that lime?

The other guys quickly forgot about José and Daniel, shouting back and forth as they took shot after shot. Daniel turned down further shots, instead grabbing a light beer from the fridge. José produced a six-pack of hard cider from his backpack and cracked one open with a bottle opener on his keyring.

“I hate beer,” he admitted to Daniel. “Wanna go outside? It’s so loud in here.” Daniel agreed, following José out through the living room, past the people dancing sloppily to the blasting top 40 music. The weed-smoking girls had vacated the porch, so José and Daniel took their place on the shabby Adirondack chairs.

“Parties not your scene?” Daniel asked, relishing the breeze as he sipped his beer.

“I used to go hard,” José said. “But by my junior year, I was kinda sick of it. Honestly, I threw up one too many times for it to be fun anymore.”

“You got it out of your system,” Daniel replied with a nod.

“Not your thing either?”

“Honestly, I’ve always felt pretty awkward at parties. But I go so people don’t think I’m antisocial.”

“You don’t need to care so much about what people think,” José said, looking at Daniel intently. 

“I know,” Daniel agreed. “But I’ve felt different for so long, I always wanted to reduce how many things about me make me stand out. I know it’s something I need to work on.”

“Well, if you ever want to avoid a party, you can use me as an excuse. Tell them I worked you too hard and you’re exhausted.”

“I appreciate that a lot,” Daniel said, feeling more relaxed than he’d been since the summer practice sessions had started. Maybe it was the shot and the beer, but something about José put him at ease when he let himself get past his nerves. Perhaps that’s why he found himself confessing, “There’s something I didn’t tell you about the locker room situation yesterday.”

“What?” José said, tilting his head slightly.

“Henry thought we were fucking. He accused you of favoritism.”

“Oh.” José leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his cider. “Thank you for telling me. I guess I should be more careful. I gotta admit, I like you a lot more than I like most of the guys.”

“Why?” Daniel asked before he could stop himself.

“I feel like we’re kindred spirits,” José admitted. “And the more I learn about you, the more I feel that.” He looked tentatively at Daniel, who returned his gaze. “Sorry if that’s weird. We only met this week and I’m your captain. I’m gonna blame the booze for that one. Ignore the fact that I’m not actually drunk.”

“It’s okay, I asked,” Daniel assured him. “I like talking to you. It’s cool to meet another athlete who’s into the arts. So many of the guys have boring as fuck interests, since we’re being honest.”

“You’re not wrong,” José said with a laugh. “I don’t have much in common with most of them.”

The conversation naturally flowed from there, with José asking about Daniel’s art and Daniel explaining his paintings. José’s beautiful face looked glowing, illuminated by the deck lights in the dark, and Daniel wanted him so bad he could hardly breathe. People flowed in and out of the house, none of them paying José and Daniel much attention, creating the illusion that they were in their own small world. 

“Hey, Daniel,” José said after a natural lull in the conversation. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? No pressure.”

Heat flooded through Daniel in a violent wave. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by feeling. That sent a worried look across José’s face, which Daniel immediately put an end to.

“Yeah,” Daniel agreed. “I have a single. Perks of being trans.”

“Perfect,” José said, giving Daniel another of those attentive smiles. They left their drinks on the porch, fingers brushing as they stood.

Ten minutes later, Daniel led José into his dorm room, locking the door behind them. The room was probably 100 square feet max, featuring a single bed built into the wall, a small sink, and a desk. But the window overlooked a beautiful view of the hillside behind the dorm, so Daniel couldn’t complain. 

José didn’t look out the window or take in the space at all. His eyes were solely trained on Daniel, the heat of his gaze dizzying.

“I’ve spent all week wanting to kiss you,” José said in a low voice, approaching Daniel with intent, reaching for his hand and intertwining his fingers with Daniel’s. “Is that weird? I know we just met.”

“Honesty okay?” Daniel asked, his pulse racing. 

“Of course.”

“I’ve been thinking about more than kissing,” Daniel confessed, and José smirked. 

“Dirty mind, huh?” he said, looking like he was trying not to laugh.

“God, yes,” Daniel agreed, bringing their joined hands up to kiss the back of José’s hand.

“Works for me.” With that, José moved in closer, chest to chest. Their breath mixed together, José’s faintly scented of apple from his cider. After a moment of exquisite tension, José closed the distance between them, his soft lips finding Daniel’s. It began simply, just a press of skin to skin, but quickly bloomed into something fiery and desperate. José’s hands came to rest on either side of Daniel’s face, fingers lacing through his blond hair. The apple taste on José’s tongue exploded in Daniel’s mouth, and he devoured it, tongue chasing tongue.

When they broke to catch their breath, Daniel couldn’t stop himself from nuzzling the side of José’s face.

“Sorry, was that weird?” Daniel asked, breathing into José’s ear. José laughed, a melodic sound.

“I thought it was sexy,” he said. “I think everything about you is sexy, though, so maybe I’m biased.” Daniel basked in the praise, but then pulled back slightly, a moment of doubt giving him pause.

“This isn’t like… a trans fetish thing, is it? I’m so sorry, it’s happened before, so I gotta ask.”

“Don’t apologize,” José said firmly, running a hand through Daniel’s hair. “But no, definitely not. I’ve met other trans guys and never had a reaction like this.”

“Okay, cool,” Daniel said, a wave of relief coursing through him. “Let’s make out more.”

José needed no further invitation. He leaned in, fingers tightening in Daniel’s hair, and pressed his open mouth against Daniel’s, sucking his bottom lip lightly between his teeth. Daniel groaned, the sensation sending a pang of arousal through his body. Pulling back slightly, José moved to kiss the side of Daniel’s jaw, then the side of his neck.

“Can I take your shirt off?” José asked against Daniel’s skin, and Daniel breathed a “yes.” Deft fingers found the hem of Daniel’s shirt and pulled it up, over Daniel’s head, Daniel lifting his arms to accommodate. José ran his hands along the sides of Daniel’s chest, down to his waist, his hips. Pulling Daniel tight to him by the hips, José kissed Daniel’s lips again, this time lingering, tender.

“I wanna see you too,” Daniel said between kisses. “All of you. Is that okay?”

“Fuck yeah,” José agreed, pulling back to shrug his shirt off, then reaching down to unbutton his jeans. Daniel watched hungrily as José revealed his navy-blue briefs, bulge clearly visible. After a moment of staring, Daniel remembered at José’s inquisitive look that he should be getting naked as well, so he hastily pulled down his own jeans. He was wearing his favorite boxer briefs, the ones with a rooster pattern.

“You look sexy in those,” José said, rubbing himself through his briefs.

“You look sexy in everything,” Daniel said before he could stop himself. That had José laughing, which was becoming Daniel’s favorite thing.

“Back at you,” he said, and then pulled down his briefs. Daniel’s vision tunneled, focused only on the sight of José’s half-hard cock. It was thick and glorious, a beautiful brown color, by far the nicest-looking cock Daniel had seen outside of porn.

“Get on the bed,” Daniel ordered more than asked.

“Bossy,” José said with a smirk, but he obeyed, climbing onto the tiny single bed and leaning against the headboard. Daniel pulled down his underwear without preamble, feeling self-conscious for only a moment before he shoved the feeling down and climbed onto the bed after José.

“What did you have in—oh fuck,” José choked out the last two words as Daniel crawled up to him and placed a tentative lick to the tip of José’s cock. Daniel had been thinking about this nonstop all week, and he wasted no time. He swirled his tongue around the head, kissed the tip with open lips. A breathy, desperate sound slipped from José’s mouth, and Daniel responded by wrapping his lips around José’s cock and sucking. 

“Shit,” José moaned, threading his fingers through Daniel’s hair. “You like doing this?” Daniel looked up at him and winked, which made José laugh, and then sank down on José’s cock. His hands bracketed José’s hips, keeping him in place on the bed as Daniel moved up and down, lavishing attention on José’s length. The feeling of José’s cock, hot and salty in his mouth, made Daniel light-headed with excitement. He had just learned to suck dick this past year thanks to a few recurring hook-ups with a guy on his floor, though the guy was dating some girl in the music department now, so they’d stopped seeing each other. Fortunately, the skills were transferable. 

Paying close attention, Daniel ravished José’s cock with his mouth. He swallowed, sucked, and used his tongue to wring noise after noise of pleasure from José, whose fingers were wrapped up tight as well as they could in Daniel’s short hair. Little jerks of José’s hips indicated he was close, so Daniel pulled off, took a deep breath, and kissed the dazed expression off José’s open lips. The kiss was wet and messy, the taste of precum dancing between their tongues. 

“Do you want to fuck me?” Daniel asked as they pulled apart to breathe.

“Yes,” José said, running his hands down Daniel’s sides and resting on his waist. “Do you have condoms?”

“Would you judge me if I said I put some in my wallet before I left tonight?”

“Judge you? I like that you know what you want,” José assured him.

Daniel grinned at him, letting José see exactly how true that was, and he climbed off the bed to grab a condom, noticing how José’s eyes followed his ass. He sat back down on the bed and tore open the condom wrapper, then slowly rolled it over José’s cock, giving it a few strokes once the condom was in place. José, leaning forward, pressed a kiss to Daniel’s mouth and then reached down like he was exploring Daniel’s body, though his destination was soon clear. A bolt of electricity shot through Daniel as José’s fingers traveled down his stomach and found Daniel’s cock.

“I have to admit I have no idea what I’m doing,” José said, pulling back from the kiss.

“Rub the hood,” Daniel instructed. “Not directly on the tip. That gets too sensitive.” 

José followed Daniel’s advice, pressing his index and middle fingers against the hood of Daniel’s cock, sending a warm tingling feeling through Daniel’s cunt. 

“Just like that,” Daniel said, involuntarily lifting his hips to meet José’s fingers.

“That feel good?”

“So fucking good.” Daniel’s whole body felt like a live wire, coursing with arousal. He grabbed José’s hand and pressed his fingers down harder, practically humping them at this point. “I’m ready. I want you.”

José jacked his dick a few times, excitement clear on his face. Trying to be graceful, Daniel climbed on top of him, holding himself above José’s lap, only slightly kneeing José in the stomach in the process. Then, he swatted José’s hands away from his cock and guided it to his entrance. Daniel breathed in deep as he sank down, the fullness taking his breath away for a moment. His lips parted as he focused on the feeling of taking José’s cock inside him. Gently, José traced Daniel’s lower lip with his fingers. 

“Still good?”

“Very,” Daniel assured him, placing a kiss on José’s hand. Every nerve ending in his body was wired, from his mouth to his cunt. Without wasting any more time, Daniel began to ride José’s cock, sinking down and then pulling up till just the head was inside him, and then sinking deep again. He was grateful for his muscles from swimming as he worked himself in swift movements, savoring the feeling of José’s cock dragging against his insides. 

José breathed heavily through his mouth, his cheeks flushed dark, his chest rising and falling in a rapid pace.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” José groaned, clearly losing himself in the sensation. “Feels so good.”

“I need—my cock—” Daniel could barely put words together as he rocked his hips against José, who seemed to know exactly what Daniel meant. Moving his hand from where it was clenched around Daniel’s waist, José reached for Daniel’s cock and began to rub.

“Do it fast,” Daniel said between heavy breaths. José complied, using his fingers to rapidly stroke, the pressure blowing Daniel’s mind. An overwhelming mix of sensations sent wave after wave of pleasure through Daniel, and soon he was coming, clenching around José’s cock. His toes curled in the sheets and a series of strangled groans escaped his mouth as he was overcome by pulses of pleasure traveling through his body.

“Oh god,” Daniel gasped, “oh god oh fuck—keep rubbing—”

José followed his orders, stroking Daniel’s cock, the pressure nearly whiting out Daniel’s vision.

“I’m gonna come soon,” José said between groans. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he looked exquisite as he panted against Daniel’s shoulder.

“Come on me,” Daniel said, pressing a kiss to the top of José’s head. José pulled out and reached for his cock, but Daniel batted his hand away. “Let me.”

José nodded frantically as Daniel pulled the condom off and tossed it into the trash can next to his bed, before jacking off José at lightning speed. It took maybe 30 seconds before José was coming with a shout, shooting rope after rope of spunk onto Daniel’s stomach, hand, and chest.

“Gorgeous,” Daniel praised, kissing José’s forehead, not minding the sweat. “You did so good. I came so hard I can feel my pulse in my cunt.”

“I came so hard I entered another plane of reality,” José said after catching his breath. “That was incredible.” He then glanced at the sticky mess all over Daniel and smiled sheepishly. “Let me clean you up.”

“You can use the washcloth next to the sink,” Daniel told him, and José rolled off the bed to grab it. After he ran the cloth under the sink, he climbed back onto the bed to clean both of them off, while Daniel pressed kisses to wherever he could access. Soon, that devolved into a lazy, post-coital makeout session, the washcloth forgotten on the floor as they indulged in kiss after kiss.

“Hey José?” Daniel asked as the kisses began to slow, tiredness overtaking both of them. 

“Yeah?” José responded groggily, curling up against Daniel’s side in the narrow bed.

“Do you wanna be boyfriends? I know we probably have to keep it under wraps until swim season is over, but…”

“I’d like that,” José said, smiling against Daniel’s skin.

Before Daniel could respond, a knock at the door startled him out of the moment. 

“What is it?” he called out.

“It’s Khalil,” a voice called back. His next-door neighbor. “The Skittles vodka is ready. You want some? Bring whoever’s making all that noise in there with you.”

“Thanks, K, we’ll be right there.”

“Skittles vodka?” José asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah,” Daniel said, extracting himself from José’s embrace with reluctance. “He has a bottle for each flavor and they’ve been steeping for weeks. Dude is so proud of himself. He got here early for sports, too, and wasted no time.”

“This is gonna be disgusting,” José said with a smirk as he watched Daniel pull his clothes on.

“Well, yeah,” Daniel agreed. “That’s college life. At least we’ll be disgusted together.”

José laughed, a sweet sound that made Daniel feel full, complete.

“Alright,” José said as he got up and picked up his clothes. Daniel sneaked a peek at his ass, full and muscular. “Let’s do some college bullshit together.”

Their fingers intertwined as Daniel led José out the door, and he really did look forward to all the stupid college antics he had ahead, because José would be there with him.

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