Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not own any of the following names or personalities. The author does not imply that the people mentioned within would act or have acted in the ways depicted. No money has been made from this.

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It was one of those nights where we didn't have a gig, so we were just hanging out. Steven said he wanted to talk to me, so we went up to my room. Steven and I had always been real tight, you know. He was the one who got me started on guitar. We'd known each other for years, so what he told me wasn't that much of a surprise. Steven said he was thinking about ways to get us money-- screwing the grocery store chicks for food wasn't enough anymore. What little savings we'd started out on was gone, and the gigs were pretty few and far between.

We definitely needed cash, but what Steven was thinking about doing seemed a little extreme to me. I couldn't change his mind, though. He told me he'd given it a lot of thought and that this was the only solution. He told me he'd talked with some of the girls down on the strip and they told him he could make a lot of money in a night, if he worked hard. I couldn't argue with him-- the numbers were big.

I hated the idea of it, though. Hated how dangerous it was. But Steven said he'd made up his mind, and that the risks were worth it. I must have looked pretty upset, because Steven threw his arms around my neck and hugged me. His hair smelled like coconut. Then, before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me. It felt nice, though. It felt right.

He crawled up into my lap and pressed against me, and I felt the heat of his forehead against my neck and his warm breath through the fabric of my t-shirt. I guess I'd always felt kinda protective of him, so the idea of him being used by a complete stranger was just...It made my stomach twist. I hugged him against me as tight as I could, and then he finally spoke.

"Slash, I want you...I want you to be...I--"

I pushed him away. I smoothed his hair back off of his face. His eyes were full of tears.

"Stevie..." I didn't know how to finish.

"I want you to be my first. I want to see if I can take it. Please, Slash."

I didn't know what to say. I knew Steven. I knew he was determined, knew he would be out on the streets tomorrow night, regardless of anything I said or did. I kissed him again, harder than the first time. Desperately. He kissed me back, slow and sweet, and slid his fingers through my hair. I loved the way he felt underneath me--body so firm and warm and familiar. I moved my mouth to his neck, felt his pulse racing under my lips. Maybe if I put my whole heart into this, I could keep him with me, keep him off the streets. Maybe I could convince him it wasn't worth it. I pulled him up, pulled his shirt off, then took off my own. He reached down and unfastened my pants, then slid his hand into my boxers.

His cool fingers stroked my cock as his hot mouth roved over my cheek and down my neck. I had never fucked a guy before, and I never thought I would want to, but with Steven...it was different. I wanted to be with him so much-- I wanted to show him how important he was to me. I got off of the bed to strip down, and then pulled him against me, on his knees on the bed, once I was naked. He hugged me tight against him for a few seconds, then began to play with my nipples, trailing his lips and tongue over them, biting gently and sucking. It felt amazing.

Steven's hands moved up and down over my ass, squeezing. He looked into my eyes, almost like he was looking for something in them, something that I didn't even know was there. Then he reached for the fly of his jeans.

I watched him strip down to nothing, fish a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans, and then open the top drawer of my nightstand, where he knew I kept a tube of lube. He dropped them both beside him on the bed as he lay down, letting his head tip back over the edge of the bed. He made eye contact with me again, and pulled me closer by my hips. Then his mouth was on my cock, his hot tongue sliding along the underside, and I was off to the moon. I closed my eyes tight and concentrated on the sensation of his velvety tongue laving my cockhead.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Steven's hand between his legs, stroking himself, squeezing his balls, then letting a finger disappear underneath them. I watched in fascination as Steven added another finger, then another. He moaned around my cock and then pulled his mouth away, sitting up on the bed.

"Slash, I'm ready. I want you to...I mean, if you..."

I looked into his eyes-- he looked so vulnerable and maybe even a little bit scared. I kissed him, stroked his back to soothe him, and pushed him down on the bed. He opened the condom and rolled it down over my dick. Then he wrapped his legs around me and pulled me down by my shoulders.

"Fuck me, Slash."

And I wanted to, more than anything. Steven handed me the lube. I squeezed some out onto my fingers, gave my cock a couple of strokes. Then I eased my fingertip into Steven. His eyes fluttered shut. I pushed my finger in farther.

"No, Slash," Steven ground out through clenched teeth. "Just fuck me. Don't try to make it easier. Just take me. Ram it into me. Come on."

I pulled my finger out. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You can't hurt me, Slash. You're you. Now come on." Steven grasped the base of my cock and tugged, urging me forward. I eased my hips closer, until the tip of my cock pressed against his opening. "Yeah." Steven reached above his head to grip the headboard of the bed. I pushed. I watched his knuckles turn white, watched his fingernails scratch against the wood of the headboard. I pushed some more. The head of my cock was now completely buried inside Steven. The next time I pushed, Steven pushed back.

"Fuck!" He was so tight and hot. I readjusted the position of his legs so I could thrust in balls-deep. Steven's tan, wiry body flexed as he helped me. I groaned. Animal instincts were starting to take over. In one frantic thrust, I pushed my cock in as deep as it would go. Steven bit his lip. I pulled out a little, then rammed it back in.

"Yeah, that's it," Steven gasped.

After a few more experimental thrusts, I was pounding his ass as hard as I could. Steven encouraged me with groans and gasps. As my orgasm approached far too quickly, I watched Steven reach for his dick and start pumping. His ass spasmed around my cock, and a few seconds later he was shooting cum all over his chest. "Steven..." I moaned his name, running out of air, running out of coherent thought. The center of my universe became my pistoning hips, my cock pounding into that tight ass, the burn of orgasm rushing up my spine. My fingers locked around Steven's thighs, squeezing. I heard him moan, but it sounded far away. My vision blurred.

I came to a few seconds later. Steven was cleaning himself off. He smiled at me, reached over to peel the condom off of my cock, then wiped me clean with a wet, warm cloth. I sighed. "Steven..."

He pushed my hair out of my face. "Slash."

I squeezed his hand.

"Go to sleep, Slash. You need it."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, dude. It was just what I wanted." Steven smiled again, shifted away from me. Swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Where you going?"

"Back to my room."

"No, please. Stay with me. Sleep here."

"You sure?"

"Please stay with me." Sleep was creeping over my consciousness. A few seconds later, the bed rocked as he rolled closer to me. I wrapped my arm around him. "Please stay."

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