*****

Devon saw him out of the corner of his eye. Big and blonde and looking so out of place. His Oxford shirt looked nice on him and all, but this was a house party. A house party where Sunnydale's most popular band, Dingoes Ate My Baby, was playing. Yet this big guy who looked like he should be playing football as a quarterback or as a receiver, looked he'd never been to a frat party before.

To be honest, Devon remarked to himself while swaying to Oz's guitar solo, it wasn't the wildest frat party he'd been to. He didn't see any signs of any orgies yet. As Devon opened his mouth, his hands grabbing the microphone and pulling it until it just barely touched his bottom lip and began signing, his eyes stayed on the blond guy. The guy milled around, talked to a few other guys, picked up a bottle of Miller Genuine and took a few gulps. By the end of the song, the beer was gone and the guy had slightly wider eyes than before.

The band had been playing for nearly forty-five minutes straight, so Devon decided that it was a good time to take a break. Oz went off in search of his girlfriend, a mousy girl with little breasts. Devon never liked her. She always tried too hard to impress him. But she wasn't his girlfriend, she was Oz's and despite what everyone thought, Devon didn't give two long pisses who the guitarist went out with. Trevor went off, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. Devon knew his game. Find the prettiest and dumbest girl and amaze her with his dexterity. To his credit, Trevor did have very nimble fingers. Shane went straight to the whiskey. Dude was always getting fucked up. His bass was going to sound like shit and Devon would have to give him a swift kick in the ass for it later.

As for Devon, he went and got himself a beer, his eyes finding the blonde guy easily. His guy stood out, not just because he was so completely out of place but because he wasn't West Coast. Devon could tell the difference. Devon himself was East Coast with that slight Southern tinge. Born and raised in Baltimore, his dad, a naval officer, made him move to Louisiana when he was twelve and then California when he was fifteen. Devon and his mom left his dad when he was sixteen and they moved to Sunnydale. But Devon could clearly see that his blonde guy was out of place amongst the rest of the people at the party.

Devon could almost feel the wholesome, Christian guy as if he gave off some kind of vibration that registered "Midwestern" in Devon's brain. And that sent volts of electricity though him. Midwestern farm boy, all alone in a new place. Sure, he was in a frat, after all, he looked like he lived here, but still, his friends were new and he didn't know them all that well. He needed someone to trust, someone to talk to, someone to be with, someone to hold him. "Hey," Devon said, not even realizing that the blonde was really that close to him.

"Hello," the taller guy said, giving a polite smile and a nod. "You want a beer?"

Devon looked down and realized that he still didn't have a bottle in his hand. He'd just been standing by the table, staring at the guy. "Yeah," he said, taking one, twisting the top off and downing the contents of the bottle like a pro. "You're not from California, are you?" he blurted.

"I," the blonde started, then shook his head. "Iowa. Can you tell?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, I can tell with everyone and it's not necessarily a bad thing. I'm not from here either, thank God. If I were, I'd have to shoot myself." The blonde gave him a curious look. Waving his hand, Devon explained, "I'd have to say 'bitchin'' a lot and 'gnarly' and 'hang ten, bro' all the time," he said, using his best surfer voice. This garnished him a smile from the blonde. Devon smiled too. "Not that I don't say 'dude' all the time, which I suppose is a California thing. But I say it cool-like. It's like, 'yo, dude, pick that shit up before I have to beat yo' ass.'"

The other guy nodded. "I don't think I've ever said dude in a sentence."

"That's 'cause you're not an asshole." Devon watched as the other guy sighed, his head nodding slightly and his eyes roaming around the party. "Not really your scene?"

The blonde's eyes came back to the singer as he started to say, "No, it's my scene, I suppose. Well it's_" He paused. "I mean, I like your music and you know, it's. . ."

"Not something that you'd listen to if you weren't forced to?" Devon finished for him.

"No, I'd listen to it. Just because I'm from Iowa doesn't mean that I listen to country music all the time. Sure, there's a few good songs out there, but. . ."

"You live here, right?" The blonde nodded. "Then why don't you just go up to your room if you're not having a good time?" The blonde sighed again and Devon just smiled as he picked up a beer and handed it to him. "Here. I'm Devon, by the way."

"Oh," the guy said, as if he was shocked that they'd had this conversation without knowing each other's names. "Riley. Riley Finn."

"Riley Finn from Iowa." Putting his hand on his chest, Devon said, "Devon McBain from Baltimore, by way of Louisiana."

"Nice to meet you," Riley said, giving him a small smile as he switched his beer to his left hand and held out his right, which Devon grasped tightly.

"Yeah, good to meet you Riley Finn from Iowa."

"Riley's fine, you know."

"Cool."

"So."

"So," Devon repeated. "I should probably go back up there and sing some more since you guys are paying me, right?"

"Right," Riley replied.

"Maybe I'll catch you after?"

"Sure."

"Alright," Devon said with a nod. "Catch you later Riley Finn."

**

Wandering the halls of the frat house, Devon looked from door to door, trying to find the one that belonged to his blonde haired Midwestern boy, Riley. The attraction was simple, really. Riley had what Devon had never had. Simplicity in his innocence. Not that Devon thought the other boy was simple or really, really innocence, but still, there was that down home, pure bred Jesus loves me charm and that radiated sheer innocence. He bet Riley Finn had never even met someone like Devon before.

Sure, Riley probably had had sex before. Devon smiled. Up in the hayloft with Mary Sue, whose father was the richest potato farmer in all of Iowa. Wait, that was Idaho. Whatever. He'd probably had fumbling sex, just to be able to say that he stuck his part in her part, but he'd never experienced sex the way Devon has. He was sure that Mary Sue was a piss poor lay, all giggle-y and stupid in the ways of sex. No blow job for Riley Finn from Iowa. It probably warns against such things in the Bible. Devon wouldn't know.

Coming to a door with a poster of some dude's painting, Devon couldn't remember what it was called or who painted it, Devon stopped. Wood something, he thought the artist's name was. His mother was always shoving art books under his nose and this piece was really famous. He didn't know why. It was just two mean looking people, a farmer and his wife, looking straight out.

That had to be the door to Riley's room. Devon raised his hand, balled the fingers into a fist and knocked. He heard some rumbling from within and a minute later, Riley was opening the door, his Oxford shirt and jeans abandoned in favor of just plaid pajama bottoms. Letting his eyes quickly survey what stood before him, Devon groaned inwardly. He wanted that Midwestern boy from Iowa; he wanted him badly. "You left the party," Devon stated the obvious with a nod down the hall, the music still floating up from downstairs.

Riley nodded his innocent and sweet smile. "Took your advice."

"It was more of a question than a piece of advice."

The taller boy shrugged. "Whatever it was, it made sense, so I came up here. How'd you know this was my room?"

It was Devon's turn to shrug. "It was the only door with something other than stupid shit on it."

A couple moving noisily through the hall caught both of their attention. "Hey, Forrest," Riley said with a nod to his friend, whose arm was draped around the shoulders of a little petite girl. Forrest nodded back sloppily, obviously having hit the Tequila a little too hard. Devon and Riley watched the couple as they entered a room, the door closing loudly behind them. The blonde looked back to Devon. "So, you want to_" he shrugged then finished his sentence, "come in?"

Devon smiled at having gotten into his bedroom with such ease. "Yeah," he said, his smile widening when Riley shut the door behind him. Oh, yeah, privacy. "Hey," Devon said as he turned around to face Riley, "You smoke pot?"

The other boy looked uneasy for a moment, but then said, "I've done it once or twice." Not so innocent.

"You want to smoke a little? I got a fatty right here," Devon said, patting the leg of his loose jeans.

"Um, well," Riley started nervously.

"You don't have to, it's cool."

Running a hand through his blond hair, Riley seemed to be debating the pros and cons in his head. For some reason the pros must have out weighed the cons because he said, "No, it's cool. It'd be. . .nice."

Nodding his head, Devon replied, "Cool," then sat down on the bed, his hand moving into his pocket and retrieving a tin box marked 'Altoids'. Flipping the lid, he revealed a nicely rolled joint, plucking it up with his fingers. He dug into his pockets again and was triumphant in finding his lighter. "Dude, you have your own bathroom," he commented right before he lit up.

"Yeah."

Devon inhaled deeply and when he exhaled he asked, "How'd you manage that?"

Shrugging, Riley replied, "Drew the short stick." He gave pause for a moment, then said, "Bad part is, is that I have to clean it. My mom said she wouldn't fly in from Iowa to do it for me every week."

"Your mom cleans bathrooms?" Devon asked in surprise as he passed the joint to Riley. "My mom doesn't touch anything that even looks like cleaning supplies. Says she's allergic."

Riley chuckled, took a hit from the joint and held it for a moment. After exhaling, he said, "My mom cleans the bathrooms, but she makes sure that we do our chores."

"We?"

"Yeah, my brothers and sisters."

"You have a lot of them?"

"An older sister, two younger brothers, they're twins, and a little sister. She's going to be eight next month."

Devon smiled as he took back the joint. "She's probably really cute," he said, then took a long pull of smoke.

The constant smile on the blonde boy's face grew larger. "She is. You have brothers or sisters?"

"Nope. My parents saw me and said that I was enough. I think I probably made them work as hard as they would've if they'd had five kids." Devon's brow creased as he amended, "Well, made my mom work, that is, my father couldn't be bothered to help raise me."

Not knowing what to say, Riley finally sat down next to Devon and glanced at the joint. Somehow it was rapidly becoming nothing, so he plucked it from Devon's fingers and took another hit. Holding it back out, he asked, "You want or is it done?" Devon shrugged so Riley stood back up and moved into the bathroom where he tossed the roach into the toilet. When he came back out, Devon's shoes were off and he was reclining on Riley's bed. "Make yourself comfortable."

Devon smiled lazily. "Thanks."

Moving back to the bed to sit down on the edge, Riley's voice was quiet when he said, "Whoa."

"Huh?"

"I haven't smoked pot in a while," he remarked.

"Kicking you in the ass, is it?"

"Just mellow," the blonde replied slowly, his lips moving almost in exaggerated slow motion. He sighed, then laid back, paying no attention to the fact that he was laying on Devon's legs. His head rolled to the side and he looked up Devon's body to his face. "You're nice."

Devon smiled. "Thanks."

"It's just that, people around here, they move so fast and they talk with many words."

"'Kay, you're toasty, aren't you?"

"I just mean, it's nice to meet someone who's not like the rest. You don't go to school do you?"

Devon shook his head. "Nah, I graduated high school last year and figured why go back to school when I hated it so much?"

"Me too." Riley quickly shook his head. "I mean, I graduated last year too. Do you work, besides singing for college kids?"

"I wash dishes at the hospital." He shrugged. "It pays the bills."

"Do you still live at home or do you have your own place?"

"Most of the band and I share a place just about two miles from here. It's a sweet place, really messy, but sweet none the less." Riley didn't say anything, he just laid there looking up at the ceiling. Devon sat up and looked down at him as the blonde boy lay across his legs. His breathing changed and his cock stirred in his pants as his want of Riley became even more pronounced. "Hey," he said.

Riley's eyes moved to Devon's and he sat up and moved back farther onto the bed. "What?" he asked as he crossed his legs, his hands resting lightly on his knees.

"You're really cool," Devon said softly, right before leaning in and pressing his lips to the other boy's.

It took a moment before Riley realized what exactly was going on, but when he did, his hands came up to Devon's chest and he pushed him away. "Hey." Devon blinked at him. "You're a guy."

"I know."

"And you kissed me."

"I did."

"And I'm not a homosexual. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not against gay people, I think everyone is okay and I think that it's stupid to hate someone because of who they choose to love, but Devon, I'm not into guys."

"Are guys into you?" he said with a smile. When Riley's frown didn't disappear, he said more seriously, "I'm not gay either."

"You. . .I. . .What just. . . Yes you are."

"No. I dig chicks too. It's just that right at the moment, I'm digging you."

Riley shook his head. "Well, I'm not attracted... ."

Devon cut the other boy off with a shocked voice. "You don't find me the least bit attractive?"

"Well, yeah, I guess, I do, but it's not like.. ." his words were stopped by Devon's mouth, once again pressing against his. Again, Riley pushed Devon back, his hand coming up to wipe at his mouth. "You know. . ."

Devon cut him off again. "You're in college, man. Experiment. I mean, look it," he said, his hands upturned and his shoulders raised as his head tilted to the side, "This is a defining moment for you. You can't tell me that you never once checked out the other guys in the locker room. All guys do it, gay, bi, and straight. But all the straight boys wonder what if they're not straight and usually they never get it answered, so they spend the rest of their lives wondering and soon they become bitter."

Riley just gave him a look. "So you're doing this to help me out."

Smiling, Devon shrugged. "Well, helping you out is just a little bonus. I won't lie to you about why I'm doing this. I want you and I want you because you'll make me feel good."

"Least you're honest," he mumbled.

"But," Devon continued, "I'll make you feel good too, probably better than you've ever felt."

"You're pretty full of yourself, aren't you?"

Shaking his head, Devon stood up. "No. I know I'm good. Knowing you're good and thinking you're good are two different things," he said as he bent down and retrieved his shoes. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and put them on.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. You don't want me and I'm not going to pressure you." Standing up, he looked down at the blonde boy and sighed. "And if you're not attracted to me now, then you won't ever be and that's cool. But it's late and I have to go."

Riley sat speechless, first at Devon's come on, then at his abrupt decision to leave. Finally, Riley said, "You don't have to go just because.. ."

"If I stay, I'll want you more and if I want you more, I won't leave until I've had you and you don't want that, so goodbye Riley Finn from Iowa. Catch you on the flip." With that, Devon turned, walked to the door and disappeared through it, leaving Riley to contemplate the evening's events.

*****
Part 2:

It was Saturday night and Devon stood offstage at the Bronze. Jimbo's Pleasure Palace was onstage at the moment, finishing up their set. As he took a swig of beer, waiting to be able to get out there, Devon sighed. The night before had been a bust. No nookie for Devon. He hadn't really wanted to give up on his seduction of his perfect blonde Midwestern boy, but he had no other choice. Because he wasn't really giving up. He was merely waiting. Had he pressed Riley last night, that would be it. But now, Riley would've thought about it and he was just waiting for the other boy to come to him or for the right time for him to go back, whichever presented itself first.

Oddly enough, he didn't have to wait long. Just as he took his last gulp of beer, he caught sight of someone off to the side. Setting his bottle down and turning, Devon smiled slightly when he saw that it was Riley. Seduction is so tricky, but when it works, it works wonderfully. Devon nodded. "Hey."

Taking a step forward, Riley looked down at Devon's feet as he returned, "Hey."

Devon's eyes moved up and down Riley's body, taking in the fidgeting feet, moving back and forth, shifting the tall boy's weight and the fingers that were busy moving, entwining and then moving apart again. "I didn't think I'd see you here. Didn't figure it for your scene."

Riley looked up and smiled a little. "It's not and this is my first time here, but Forrest said that you guys usually play here every Saturday."

"So you were looking for me?" Riley nodded. "And now you've found me." Riley gave another nod. "And?"

"I was thinking," the blonde said quietly.

"What about?" Devon asked with raised eyebrows even though he had a good idea as to what the other boy had been thinking about.

"Well," Riley started out slowly, "you know how you were saying that most guys wonder about . .." Riley let out a breath as his voice faded, "you know." Devon just looked at him, forcing him to continue. "Well, I was thinking about it all last night and I guess, I am, a little. . .I guess I am wondering."

"Well, what do you think you are?" Devon asked, sounding disinterested. When Riley looked down and chewed on his lower lip, Devon smiled. He had him. There was no denying that he had him. "Well, we play for an hour, so do you want to wait for me here and then come home with me or do you want me to meet you at your pl. . ."

"The first one," Riley answered hastily.

Devon chuckled and shook his head. "Don't want the frat to know you're getting boned? Afraid you won't be able to contain your moans of pleasure, baby?"

Riley's eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "Maybe this isn't a good idea. I don't know why. . ."

"I was kidding, Riley Finn. Do they have senses of humor in Iowa?"

"Not about things like this," replied the other boy, his face as serious as his voice.

Moving closer, knowing that no one else was there to see, Devon looked up at Riley, his hands on the blonde boy's chest. "If I take you home with me," he started quietly, "are you going to chicken out because of the guilt you feel due to your good Christian upbringing?" Riley's breathing changed, it became quicker and heavy due to the closeness of Devon. His body shook slightly as he said no. "You sure? I don't want to get home and find that you've lost your nerve."

Riley shook his head again. "I won't."

Kissing him quickly and passionate, Devon pulled back with a smile. "Good. I've got to get the equipment ready, so I'll see you after the show." Without anything further, he turned away from Devon and started picking up an amp.

**

"You okay?" Devon asked as he closed and locked his bedroom door. At Riley's nod, he said, "Good. Take off your shirt." Riley let out a breath, sucked in his bottom lip, and moved his hands to the buttons of his shirt. Devon just leaned back against the door and watched him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Once his well developed, hard chest appeared, Devon asked, "You work out?" It was a stupid question since anyone with eyes could see that the blonde must work out, but Devon asked it anyway.

"Yeah," Riley replied in a breathy voice, which shook a little. He was sitting on the edge of Devon's bed and like the night before, he looked completely out of place with his surroundings. He looked proper and stiff in Devon's disorderly room, which very obviously belonged to someone who believed in slacking. Clothes weren't so much folded as they were piled on broken amps. Although there were no posters of large breasted women in swimsuits, posters of bands and pictures of venues the Dingoes had played lined the walls of the room. Empty beer bottles and cans were everywhere, on the floor, on the dresser, on the shelf where Devon kept his CDs.

Once Riley had shrugged off his shirt and sat with the palm of his hands firmly on his knees, Devon shoved off of the door and propelled himself towards the bed. Sitting down next to Riley, he smiled. "You weren't this nervous last night and you were still just as exposed." Riley didn't look up. "You going to be this shy all night? I hope not. Here, look," he said as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, "now I'm half naked too. Relax, Riley Finn from Iowa." When the other boy failed to comply, Devon asked, "Were you this nervous your first time with a girl?" He paused. "You have been with a girl, haven't you?"

"Well," Riley started, "the Bible says you should wait."

Devon's brow creased as one side of his mouth curved up. "It also says that homosexuality is bad, evil, and wrong, yet here you are."

"Well, I don't believe that part of the Bible," Riley explained.

"But if the Bible says sex shouldn't happen until you're married, and you and I are here and going to be having sex. . ."

"Are you trying to talk me out of it?" Riley asked loudly, a tinge of anger in his voice. His anger hid the faint blush that crept up on his face each time he had to tell yet another person that he was still a virgin.

Giving him a soft smile, Devon quietly said, "No."

"Then stop talking about the Bible. I haven't had sex before, but that doesn't mean I haven't done sexual things with girl. I feel like you've got this preconceived notion about what I'm supposed to be like just because I'm from Iowa."

"I do," Devon admitted. His smile widened and he reached out, letting his fingers graze Riley's creased brow. "Not so nervous right now, are you?" The blonde didn't say anything, but his brow relaxed and his eyes softened. "I like that," Devon whispered as he moved closer, his hand running down the other boy's cheek, then neck, then shoulder and arm. He leaned in slowly as his fingers curled around Riley's hand. His mouth was just centimeters away from the other boy's and he could feel Riley's shaky breath against his lips. He moved one hand to Riley's chest and felt the rapid heartbeat. Devon closed in, letting his mouth move over Riley's.

Although it took Riley a moment to respond, the kiss was nothing like that of the night before. This time, two people were kissing each other. They were a little mismatched, sure, with Devon's tongue wanting to plunder and Riley just wanting to savor, but apart from that, they were sharing something special. When Devon felt Riley move even closer to him, he moved his mouth down Riley's chin and then down further to his throat and then over to his shoulder. He gently sucked and kissed and nibbled on the flesh covering hard jutting bones. Licking a pathway from the knobby bone of the shoulder, down the collarbone to the adam's apple, Devon heard Riley moan.

He pulled back and gazed and his beautiful blonde who's eyes were still closed with his mouth slightly ajar. Standing up, Devon tugged on the hand within his own. "Come on," he said as Riley opened his eyes. "Let's take a shower."

Without really thinking, Riley stood up and let the other boy pull him into the connecting bathroom. The door closed behind him as he just stood there dumbly, ready to do whatever Devon wanted him to do. He smiled a little when Devon smiled at him, but the smile faded into just the slightest upward curve as Devon's hands moved to the fly of his pants and began unfastening. Soon his pants where dropping to his ankles and his hands were holding onto Devon's shoulders for support as the smaller boy crouched down to untie Riley's shoes and pull them and his socks off one by one. Devon stood back up and pulled the blonde forward so that he stepped out of his jeans, leaving him with only his flannel boxers covering him.

"There," Devon said, his voice a little deeper than before. He busied himself with unbuttoning his jeans and letting them drop to the floor, all the while knowing that Riley was there simply watching him. When Devon was completely naked, he looked up at his blonde Midwestern boy and smiled widely. "You should take off your boxers if you don't want them to get wet."

"Huh?" Devon smiled, laughing a little, and pointed to Riley's legs. The other boy looked down and realized that he still had his boxers on. "Oh. Okay," was all he managed to get out. Thankfully, Devon turned his back to Riley and started the shower, testing the temperature before gliding in. With no eyes on him, Riley pulled down his boxers and then just stood there.

"You going to come in?" Devon said loudly, trying to be heard over the water.

Riley took a step forward. Then another step and then another, all the while his mind was telling him two different things. One was, 'go home and pray that God will look down on you with forgiveness' and the other was saying, 'get your ass in the fucking shower you cowardly farmboy!' Finally, he stepped over the rim of the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed. He hissed as the water hit his thigh.

"Too hot?" Devon asked. Not waiting for an answer, he turned the cold knob. Taking Riley's hand, he held it underneath the streams of shooting water. "Better?" The blonde nodded. The singer moved closer, then turned them around so that Riley got most of the water. Looking into the blue eyes of the Midwestern boy, Devon sighed. There was still so much innocence there and while Devon really wanted to take that innocence, he still felt the need to give him an out. "Are you really sure you want to be here with me?" he asked.

"You keep asking stuff like that," Riley commented as he tilted his head back to wet his hair.

Nodding, Devon said, "Yeah. I do. I just don't want to be an asshole."

Taking a breath, Riley looked Devon straight in the eyes and said, "Well I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be here."

Letting the right side of his mouth curve up, Devon said, "Yeah? Prove it." Seeing Riley's brow creased, he continued, "Kiss me." He just stood back as the other boy bit his lip for a moment. He smiled more when Riley cleared his throat and nodded. His eyes closed as Riley's moved close to him and he felt the brush of full lips against his. Devon figured that the kiss would be short and sweet, something innocent like Riley, but it wasn't. The kiss grew and developed into something less chaste than he expected. Tongues parted lips and lips smoothed over lips and roofs of mouths were tickled by tongues.

Devon's hands slid around Riley's waist as he pressed himself to him. He felt the other boy's erection press right above his own. Pulling back, Devon shut off the water. "'Kay, you proved it."

"We showered enough? I usually wash my hair in the shower," Riley said, his eyebrow arched as his lips curved up. "Not to mention using soap on the other parts of my body, thus eliminating odor, germs and other bad things."

"Are you planning not to get sweaty and sticky?"

"Okay," Riley relented and stepped out of the shower. "I see your point. But why'd we take one in the first place?" Smiling, Devon just got out of the shower and took his hand, leading him back to the bedroom. "Um, Devon, we're still wet and. . ." his words stopped when Devon pushed him down onto the bed. It was only a moment before Devon swooped down on him, his legs moving Riley's apart. "I can see you don't care about soaking the mattress."

Devon pressed his lips to Riley's, then pulled back. "Mattresses dry." Letting his head dip again, he ran his lips over Riley's neck, then his collarbone, steadily working his way down to the other boy's torso. He could hear the blonde boy's breathing quicken and he could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. After swirling his tongue around Riley's navel, Devon dipped it inside, then raised his head. "Relax, okay? Some things I do might feel weird at first, but give them a chance, you'll probably like them. Okay?"

Riley blinked, for all the world trying to understand those very complex words that had just been spoken by the other guy who was naked on the bed. "Uh. .." was all that Riley could come up with. But it didn't matter because Devon, his name was Devon, Riley's mind pressed, seemed okay with the answer given because his hand moved to Riley's groin and his fingers teased his hard cock. The index finger teased the weeping slit while the middle finger and thumb rubbed back and forth over the ridge. The ring finger and pinky, not wanting to be left out, just tapped gently on the veiny shaft of Riley's cock.

"Just so you know," Devon said, not looking up, "I'm going to make you come now." The singer shifted and within a matter of seconds, he'd slipped the blonde boy's dick into his mouth. Just because Devon preferred to be on the receiving end of a blowjob didn't mean he couldn't suck cock with the best of them. He was skilled and he knew it. Most guys shot their load in a matter of mere minutes when they were inside Devon McBain's moist, warm mouth.

Riley wasn't really any different. His fingers threaded through Devon's very damp hair, the tips massaging the other boy's scalp and also urging him on. He gasped when Devon's hand moved to tickle his lightly haired balls and he moaned as the head of his cock nudged the back of Devon's mouth. Riley was panting and even though he tried, he could stop his orgasm from stopping. But as the waves of pleasure washed over him, Riley forgot all about not wanting to come quickly. All he could think about were the bright flashes of lights behind his closed eyelids, the stars that swam in his head, and the still sucking mouth on his cock.

His whole body was relaxed and felt heavy. He attempted to raise his head, but failed. When his eyes opened, they just blinked as he tried to wake himself back up. The mouth pulling away from his dick focused his attention and his eyes found Devon, now just hovering above him. "That was to loosen you up," Devon whispered in a low voice. The singer cocked an eyebrow. "Did it work?" he asked with an all ready knowing smile.

Riley finally found enough energy to lift his arm, bringing his hand up to Devon's face. His brow creased as he let out a heavy and tired breath.

Devon gave a short nod then said, "Roll over." When Riley did not move, Devon smiled. "Please?" His hands moved to Riley's arm and helped the other boy roll over. Straddling Riley's thighs, Devon ran his hands down the well muscled back, then kneaded the flesh of the firm butt before saying, "This is the part that might feel weird at first. I'll stop if you want me to, but I won't want to and trust me, this'll help things further down the road."

Moving down farther, Devon moved Riley until his knees were tucked under his stomach and slightly spread. Leaning down, Devon kissed the globes of Riley's ass as his fingers gripped his hips. Riley's breathing sped up once again, and the singer could feel the shiver run through the frat boy's body. But it didn't stop him from spreading the cheeks apart and letting his tongue trail down the crevice. When it brushed over the hot little bud of Riely's ass, the blonde boy lurched forward, a cry sounding from his mouth.

Devon kept up his ministrations, all the while assessing if Riley was ready. When he decided it was time, Devon moved off the bed quickly; so quickly in fact, that it startled the other boy. Riley looked around and breathed out "Wha. .." but before he could even finish the word, Devon was back on the bed, a tube in his hand, a condom on his cock and a smile on his face.

Without waiting for Riley to turn his head back around, Devon squeezed some gel onto his fingers, then brought them up to the cleft of Riley's ass, smearing the lubricant into the small opening of Riley's ass. He slipped a finger inside, curled it into a hook, straightened it and then withdrew it. Devon repeated the action several times, then added a second finger, moved them in the same way, then withdrew them. He pushed two of his fingers in again and he smiled at Riley's loud moan. Muscles gripped his fingers as he pumped them in and out of Riley.

Finally, he pulled them out and moved up onto his knees. His hands gripped Riley's hips again, his hands spreading out over the globes of Riley's ass as his thumbs spread them apart. "This will hurt," he said softly. Feeling Riley tense up, he continued, "Just relax and it'll be better. Actually, if you push out with your muscles, it'll be a lot better." He guided his cock to Riley's entrance, then paused. "Just relax," he reminded, then pressed forward.

The head of his cock met with resistance in the form of Riley's tight ring of muscles. "Relax, push out," Devon said through heavy breath. He felt Riley comply and he slid inside.

With his eye pinched tightly shut, Riley bit his lip to keep from crying out. He concentrated on his breathing. He'd been hurt before; he'd broken several limbs in several places and had even had a few broken ribs when cousin elbowed him a little too forcefully doing a pick up basketball game, so Riley knew that the way to control the pain was to breath correctly. And that was what he did. In and out and in and out.

Finally, Devon's voice broke through. "Hey? You okay?" Riley swallowed and turned his head around and saw that Devon's pelvis was pressed snugly against his ass. Letting himself focus on sensations, he could feel the other boy inside of him. Riley smiled and nodded, then turned his head back around when Devon pulled his hips back, drawing his cock almost all the way out of Riley.

When Devon thrust in, Riley couldn't help but give a small cry. It wasn't of pain, it was of surprise and pleasure. Sure, there was still a dull ache, but it was nowhere near the sharp, stabbing pain of moments ago. As Devon's hand wrapped around Riley's once again hard dock, Riley bucked into the hand, then back, driving Devon farther inside of him. With every down stroke, Devon made Riley see stars as the head of his cock nudged against the prostate.

It wasn't long until Riley came, bucking against Devon and shooting his cum onto Devon's bed. His voice sounded out in a long wail as his fingers tightened their grip on the sheets.

Devon pumped quickly, driving himself in and out of Riley, trying to speed his way to orgasm. His mind was blank and his body moved on its own. It knew what to do to achieve maximum pleasure. His hands tightened on Riley's hips and pulled back as Devon's hips thrust forward. Grunting, Devon came.

He pulled out while he was still hard and slowly removed the condom. After tying it off, Devon kissed the small of Riley's back before getting up and tossing the used rubber into the trashcan. Stretching, he turned back to Riley, his eyebrows arched in question. Riley was now lying on his side, his head resting on his hand. "So?"

Licking his lips, Riley was still fighting to control his breathing. His brow wrinkled and he said, "It kinda hurt."

Moving back to the bed, Devon kneeled down next to it, looking directly at Riley. "Yeah?" Riley nodded. "But. .."

"But it was good," Riley said, a small smile turning up his lips.

"And?" Devon asked expectantly.

"And what?" Riley asked blankly.

Sighing, Devon crawled onto the bed, lying down, face to face with Riley. "Did you get your question answered?"

Riley shrugged. "I don't know. I think it might be one of those mutipart questions, you know the kind that needs even more in depth experimentation to answer fully."

With a raised eyebrow and a smile, Devon asked, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"So, more research and study is required to answer that question?" Riley nodded and Devon bit his lip thoughtfully. "And what does this research involve?"

Riley answered slowly. "Beds. And showers. And tongues and lips. And hands. And possibly some bad Midwestern/East Coast stereotypes, like farming and practices of farmers and business people and daily office practices of said business people."

With a furrowed brow, Devon said, "You're a very odd person, Riley Finn from Iowa."

"And," Riley continued, "I'm pretty sure that my research includes a smart ass lead singer from Baltimore by way of Louisiana. I mean, if the one I had in mind wanted to."

"I'm pretty sure he does."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Devon affirmed. "But as long as you know that Mr. Devon McBain is only doing it to help Mr. Riley Finn from Iowa find the solution to the question. There is no selfish motives whatsoever on his part."

Chuckling, Riley smiled. "I bet not. And that's fine, I'll just have to show him how much I appreciate his selfless efforts." Leaning in, he placed the softest kiss on Devon's lips, then pulled back and just smiled at him. "It still hurt a lot though."

~end~