A request from the kink meme:

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LiamBreak - Yes, in that order. It's there first time making love, and Liam finds out that it's Break's first time.

I request total fluff. Please. 3

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First Time, Next Time

The sun had set a few hours prior, just over the hill by Rainsworth manor. The day's work was done, and most of the household had retired to their rooms. Liam Lunettes, as usual, was reluctant to return to Barma manor for the evening, and using the heavy rain outside as an excuse, was whiling away the late evening hours in the companionship of one of his favorite people, Xerxes Break.

Liam was grateful that Lady Sharon had gone to bed, leaving the two men alone. Liam liked Sharon, but could never fully relax around her. Additionally, he noticed that Xerxes was much more likely to play the fool when the Lady was around. In those blessed moments when he could get Xerxes to himself, he was pleased to find that his friend would drop most of his pretense, and be as sincere and kind in private as he could be crazed and sadistic in public.

This rainy evening the two of them were in the room where Liam often stayed the night, playing a word game. The game required them to take turns coming up with words to fit in a grid, much like an early sort of Scrabble. Liam started with "purple;" Xerxes countered with "empty;" Liam added "yearning;" Xerxes came up with "lonely;" Liam chose "quiet;" while Xerxes' word was "cold."

"You certainly are coming up with some depressing words, tonight, Xerx," Liam commented.

"Does it really surprise you?" Xerxes looked down at his words. "I mean, the first word…empty…" He pointed to his empty eye socket and half-smiled. "Ah? Empty?"

"Well, sure." Liam nodded. "Still…are you feeling alright?"

Xerxes sighed and folded his arms around himself.

"I'm not sure I want to talk about how I…'feel'," he muttered.

Liam got up and sat down next to him on the sofa.

"Then we won't talk about it." Liam put his arm around Xerxes' narrow shoulders.

Xerxes looked up at him, a look of melancholy surprise in his eye. He put his hands on Liam's chest.

"You're so warm," he said, "and I'm feeling quite chilly. Would you mind-?" He slowly inched his hands around to Liam's back, while leaning his head forward.

"Not at all." Liam felt Xerxes's forehead against his neck, his breath on his collarbone, and pulled him closer. The two sat there like that for a long moment. Liam rubbed his cheek against the other man's silky white hair, taking in his scent.

"What are you doing, Liam?" Xerxes looked up at Liam strangely.

"I believe it's called 'snuggling,' Xerx." Liam took off his glasses and dropped them onto the end table.

"You certainly know a lot for such a young man," Xerxes said, smiling. "Ahoge Duke has taught you well, ah?"

"Now that's something I would prefer not to talk about," Liam muttered, leaning back.

"Well, then let's go back to…snuggling?" Xerxes lay on top of Liam, wrapped his arms around his back and pressed his cheek against his chest. "I can feel your heart beating…" A smile crept onto his face and he sighed, "I like being with you, Liam."

Did he just say he liked being with me? Liam was excited at the thought. He brought his hand up to the side of his friend's head and ran his fingers through his hair, and then became aware of an aroused sensation below his waist.

"Can you…as much as I'm enjoying this…" said Liam, "can you sit up for a moment?"

"Hmm?" Xerxes sat up and watched curiously as Liam tried to discretely arrange things in his trousers. "Really, Liam? Oh my…" Xerxes hid his grin behind his hand.

Liam blushed and tried to think of something to do to distract attention from his private parts. It didn't take long for him to come up with something. He took Xerxes' hand in his, leaned over, and kissed him on the lips, quickly at first, then deeper and more ardently.

Xerxes gasped between kisses, and clasped the other man's head in his hands. Consciously or not, he was pulling Liam's head away from his lips, toward his neck, collarbone, and chest. Liam tugged at the cravat and shirt that was in the way and let his lips linger along the delicate collarbone and creases at the edge of his neck. Xerxes trembled at the tickling touches. His mouth sought something to lick or suck and settled on his own fingers, which he bit and sucked to try to keep a potentially embarrassing moan from escaping his lips.

"Xerx, let's get in the bed," Liam said, exhaling audibly. Not waiting for an answer, he picked his friend up and carried him to the bed, laying him down gently.

"A-Are we going to sleep?" Xerxes asked, his voice betraying his disappointment.

"No, Idiot. We're going to make love."

Xerxes blinked a few times.

"Make…love? What does that mean exactly?"

Liam crinkled his eyebrows.

"You really don't know? Make love…you know, it's like…having sex?"

"I really have no idea," Xerxes said, worry lines creasing his forehead.

"You must…" Liam protested, and then noted the sad expression on his friend's face. "You mean…no one has ever touched you…intimately? At your age?"

"Of course not," Xerxes snorted, trying to build up a wall to hide his feelings, but his blushing cheeks gave him away. Liam touched those cheeks gently with his fingertips and gazed fervently into that one red eye.

"I would like to make love to you. Please? Will you…let me in?"

His cheeks flushed pinker than before.

"L-let you in…do you mean…let you into my heart? You're already there, Liam."

"Xerx, I'm happy to hear that, and you are definitely in my heart, too." Liam smiled warmly. "But, em… I was thinking of something else…more…physical?"

Xerxes grinned and then said,
"Aha, I really can't imagine what you mean…or maybe…" I am just too scared to imagine. "After all…I mean…I didn't think that that two men could…"

Liam smiled and put his finger on his friend's lips to silence them.

"Just take off your clothes," he whispered.

"I'm a bit shy…" Xerxes said quietly, looking down at his pale, thin chest, which was partial exposed from earlier explorations. Liam pulled the sheet up and let it flutter down to cover him; that body he knew to be a temple of both strength and fragility…that body he wanted to know intimately, inside and out. Xerxes was grateful at this silent acceptance of his modesty and hastily pulled off his clothes underneath the sheet, quite curious what Liam had in mind.

"You too, Liam, ah?" suggested Xerxes.

"I'll be right back," Liam said, waltzing off to the washroom, where he undressed, put on a robe and brought back a small bottle of cooking oil he'd stashed away.

Xerxes looked at the bottle and raised an eyebrow.

"You'll like this," Liam assured, putting the bottle on the nightstand and dropping his robe to the floor.

"I do like it," Xerxes murmured, admiring Liam in all his naked glory. Liam dove under the covers and snuggled next to his friend for warmth. "I meant you'll like what I've got in the bottle."

"Looks like cooking oil, hmm? Are you planning to eat me?"

Xerxes nuzzled against his friend's neck and savored the novel – yet slightly nerve-wracking sensation - of being naked with someone. Liam smoothed his hands over the other man's back and down to his thighs, feeling the distinct texture of gooseflesh. Unsure if it was from cold or edginess, he reached down and pulled the blankets up over them both.

Putting his head under the covers, Liam planted a trail of kisses along his friend's exposed chest, belly, hipbones, thighs, knees, all the way down to his feet and back up again on the other side. Along the way he was thrilled by the mysterious contradiction that was the body of Xerxes Break: firm, but yielding; strong, but delicate; chilly in some places, but so warm in others. Also he was amazed at the passion that was stirring inside him as he grew intimately familiar with each crevice and bend in the other man's body.

"Xerx..." he whispered, when they were face to face and side by side again. "I want to feel inside you with my finger… and then if you're up for it…um…"

Xerxes cocked his head to one side.

"Feel inside me…where?"

Liam really didn't want to have to say it, but it was clear that Xerxes was going to make this difficult for him, whether on purpose or merely from sheer ignorance, he couldn't say. He was leaning toward the assumption that Xerxes truly was inexperienced because the look on his face was so candid.

"Up your bottom," Liam whispered urgently, his lips pressed together stiffly as if he'd just uttered a bad word. He pressed his hand firmly against his friend's backside and teased it along the crack so his message would be quite clear.

"Uhh…umm…you actually want to…touch me…there?"

Liam nodded and smiled nervously.

"Hoho, I don't know whether to be flattered or horrified, Liam."

"Be flattered. I'll just put one finger inside, to start with," he reached over to the night stand toward the bottle and deftly put some cooking oil on his finger. "It will hurt less if I use some of this."

Xerxes pulled the covers up to hide most of his face, but his eyebrows clearly conveyed nervous panic.

"You're serious," he said, astonished.

Liam stroked his hair with his free hand, trying to assure him.

"I'll go slow. It shouldn't hurt at all. In fact it will feel nice once you get used to it."

Liam weighed his urge to do something immediately with his oiled finger, with the fact that Xerxes was shaking all over, and found he couldn't make a choice.

"You'll need to relax a bit," Liam said, his free hand continuing to caress silky white hair.

"That's hard for me to do."

"I know." Liam traced the contour of his cheekbones and jaw with his fingers.

"You know I'm…k-kind of an emotional person at heart," Xerxes said, his voice quivering, "…though I try really hard not to be."

"I know."

"A-and getting so close to someone like this kind of scares me."

"I know," Liam reassured, his hand massaging his friend's shoulder.

"You know me so well, ah?" Xerxes laughed just a little.

"I do. That's why you should trust me with this. I promise I will not hurt you. If it hurts, please let me know."

Xerxes looked into Liam's warm brown eyes, then sighed deeply and closed his own eyes. His trembling all but ceased, he whispered,

"Go ahead and-"

"Roll over then, Xerx."

Liam eagerly slipped under the covers and the two of them got into a spoons position. Xerxes bit his lip and felt the oiled finger of this man he trusted more than anyone else in the world press against this most intimate of bodily openings, then poke inside gently, slowly. Breathing deeply against the pressure, he felt exquisitely vulnerable. It was a feeling most terrifying, and yet…

"Does it hurt?" Liam inquired.

"I...I don't think so."

"Can I try…two fingers?"

"Mm…I suppose."

Liam inserted a second oiled finger and began feeling about and stretching the opening.

"You'll let me know if it hurts too much, won't you?" he asked.

"Right. It does hurt bit now actually," Xerxes confessed.

"Ohhh?" Concern oozed from Liam's voice. "I don't want to hurt you at all!" He removed his fingers and wiped them on a hanky, then snuggled up close to his friend, who rolled over to face him.

"Xerx…you look like you're going to cry…?"

"Don't say that," he pleaded, lip quavering. "It just makes me even more embarrassed."

"So sorry." Liam lifted up his lover's chin, kissed him on the lips and said despairingly, "I hope I didn't scare you away with all that poking and prodding." I don't want to have come this far and then lose you.

"I'm not scared away from you at all, dear Liam. I just need sometime to…get used to this whole idea." He slid his arm under Liam's neck and kissed him on the forehead. "Maybe next time…I can let you go farther, ah?"

Next time? There'll be a next time? Liam could hardly contain his excitement.

Xerxes nuzzled into his neck and whispered,

"Let's just do more of that…what did you call it…snuggling?"

Liam cuddled closer and stroked his friend's back, which had grown warm to the touch and pleasantly smooth. He rubbed his cheek against Xerxes' hair and smiled to himself.

Next time…I'm looking forward to that. But for now I'll just enjoy…this.