WARNING: There is sex ahead. If you aren't legal to read about explicit sex, delete this now and go about your business.

Title: Boyfriends to Lovers (1/1)

Author: Vera

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Briefly mentioned in Splitworlds was Harley and Skids first time making love. This is that time.

Disclaimer: They belong to Sandra, I just use them for their bodies.

Archive: sure

Feedback: Much appreciated.

The apartment was large with emptiness. It seemed that the sum of their belongings couldn't even make a dent in the three rooms. Moving in was a slow process and since they had no furniture, they decided to sleep in the large room that was a living room/kitchen on sleeping bags. It was like camping out, except without the wild animals and the sure knowledge that no mosquito was getting in.

"Harls?"

"What?" It was late and little light filtered in from the one window. They were almost asleep, next to each other, sharing body heat, but far enough that it didn't feel sexual.

"How long have we been together?"

"Ummm...dunno. We kissed for the first time a month ago, but that was right before finals so we hardly saw each other. Then I went with my 'rents to Florida for a week. And we spent this week moving in. So I guess three days of actual time."

"But a month in theory."

"Yeah."

"Okay." Then silence. Then snoring. That left Harley pondering in the dark.

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Blech. Classes and working, more classes, followed by more work make for zero fun. Harley banged up the stairs, cursing the broken elevator and made his way to the apartment. He threw open the door, pitched his stuff on the ground and looked up. The light was off. There were candles. And rose petals, hundreds of them all over spread sleeping bags.

For a long minute, he just stood, trying to absorb what his senses were telling him.

"Skids?" He called finally, his voice higher and more unsure then it should have been. "Dude? Where the hell are you?"

Silence. Oooookay. Not sure what to do, he shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his shoes and walked over the refrigerator to grab a snack. He left the lights off.

"Hey." The soft voice startled him out of his contemplation of questionably old leftovers. He turned on the heels of his feet and let out a tiny gasp of air.

His friend of so many years had never looked like that. The hat was gone, his hair in causal ruffle mode. No shirt, barefoot and the top button of hip jeans were open, just enough to see some pubic hair. But it wasn't the clothes, or lack there of, that startled Harley. It was the look of pure need, burning in the light brown eyes.

"Oh..." Harley managed to choke out.

"Happy anniversary."

Harley forgot to breathe. And then Skids was kissing him and he couldn't have breathed even if he wanted to. He melted right into his boyfriend without thought, wrapping hands around that lean, strong chest, running fingers down the bumps of his spine. When they finally parted, it was with reluctance.

"What is all this?" Harley managed finally, gesturing at the darkness, candles and roses, Skids with one sweep.

"Well,...uuhh..." A pretty blush spread over the artist's face.

"Skids. Are you trying to seduce me?" Harley asked finally, tripping fingers up the man in question's chest.

"Ummm....yes?"

"I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me." Harley told him, not breaking the gentle caress. "But babe, you only had to ask."

"No. It has be special, the first time. Otherwise, what is there to remember?"

Harley gave a short bitter laugh.

"Babe, you remember how I was after my first, I'd rather not remember."

"That's why I did this. This is our first and I don't want you to regret it."

Startled, Harley looked straight into his boyfriend's eyes. He saw concern, fear and love and understood.

"I would never regret doing this with you." And Harley tilted his head up for another kiss.

Skids didn't hesitate to accept and actually picked up the shorter man and carried him in the living room, before lying him down on the soft cushion of the sleeping bags. Harley did his best not to laugh because it was obvious that Skids' was nervous as hell.

"Can I undress you?" And there was nothing funny about the huskiness in that voice. If Harley nodded any harder, his head would have fallen off. He was rewarded with another deep kiss while warm rough hands worked at the buttons on his shirt. He let his own hands run wild on the smooth skin of his already bare-chested boyfriend.

Skids broke the kiss to push away the offending shirt, having Harley sit up just enough to get it off and away. The Italian lavished the newly exposed skin with kisses, flicking his tongue over small pink nipples. Harley shivered, not that sensitive there, but it felt good anyway.

Loving hands meanwhile, had traveled farther down and were working, with frustrating slowness to unzip the khakis Harley wore to work.

"Let me." He whispered eventually and Skids obligingly retreated up wards and let Harley have enough room to maneuver out of his pants and boxers. The cool air hit his skin and he bit his lower lip against the shiver that nearly overwhelmed him. He watched in silent fascination as Skids pushed down his own loose jeans and left himself entirely bare. Gorgeous. Hard, long and thick without being grotesque.

They kissed again, for the first time feeling each other with no clothes in the way. The full bodied contact was almost to much to bare, the heat almost overwhelming. Skids could and did fully cover Harley with his body and it for a few seconds, Harley found himself wondering if there had ever been life beyond this, this skin, need, warmth and need.

He can feel Skids trembling.

"Hey." He says softly, " You okay?"

"Better then okay." Woah....there was growl in there.

"You got ya know...stuff?"

A low dirty growl chuckle.

"Behind you."

Harley reached up behind his head and sure enough his hand came back with a condom and a tube of K-Y.

"When?" The blonde managed to choke out while Skids nibbled on his collarbone.

"While you were in Florida. I got lonely, went to the library and used the computer."

"Skids, did you use the library computers to go to porn sites?"

"It was educational." The Italian muttered into the pure white of the neck in front of him. "How else was I supposed to know?"

Good point.

"Could have asked me."

"Harley?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut the hell up."

Teeth clacked from the speed of the closing jaw. He was rewarded by another of those earth shattering kisses and he could feel Skids length pressing against his thigh and opened his legs invitingly, his own erection brushing against a washboard stomach.

And suddenly, there was a wet cool finger where there hadn't been before and he jumped a little in surprise, but realizing it for what it was and a more then a little unclear on how Skids had managed to open and apply the lube when one of his hands was definitely already occupied, he opened farther. Welcomed the invasion and tried to relax his muscles. Slow, slow slow Skids eased a finger inside, shocked by the purity of heat encasing his finger. He attempted to keep kissing the writhing blonde, but at some moments it had become physically impossible. Finally, he tried to add another finger and this time, tried to find that tiny little...

"HOLY SHIT!" Harley bucked beneath him and Skids looked down at him in shock.

"Again!" Harley ordered and Skids obeyed instantly, backing out and the thrusting in again, prepared now for the jolt that went through the beautiful blonde, who's head was thrown back in enjoyment, hands clutching at any piece of Skids' flesh he could touch. Tentatively, he added a third finger and this time a fine tremor ran all the way down to the muscles that clamped hard on the intruding fingers. Again he pulled back and again he thrust forward, shots of pleasure running through his own body just from watching the passion and abandonment from Harley. I'm doing this to him, Skids realized, Me. Not some idiot he picked out of the lineup. Me. He wants me.

The realization was frightening. He moved to kiss Harley again, grateful to find his lover still coherent enough to wrap arms around him and babble nonsense about how good it felt and how beautiful he was. It was Harley, who got them both kneeling, their cocks rubbing against each other in a wonderful, unbelievable rhythm.

Then Harley was gone.

"Hey..." Skids protested and somewhere far off he could hear a soft laugh. There was a sound of something ripping and then fingers! All over him, rolling down latex and smoothing on extra lube. A quick pink tongue grazed his ear and a soft whisper in his ear, every word enunciated and filled with sex,

"I want you in me, Giovanni DiAngelo. I want to feel every inch of that gorgeous cock of yours riding me. I want to wake up tomorrow morning and know every ache is yours."

The voice shot straight to his groin and he moaned helplessly. Harley moved in front of him and turned, so that he was only a few inches away. Instinct alone, guided Skids to put his hands on his own cock and guide it the pick puckered hole his own fingers had prepared for his entrance. Slowly, gently he pushed in, letting his hands rise up Harley's back and settle on thin shoulders. He could hear his lover sucking in a breath through his teeth. He continued until he was flush against the warm expanse of Harley's back, his cock encased in that quivering, strong heat of that incredible and he could whisper in his lover's ear.

"Okay?"

"Never...fucking...better." Harley managed between pants.

Taking that as a good sign, he pulled back a little and pushed back in. He tried that a few times, just feeling the connection between them, the absolute rightness of this.

"Won't break, babe." Harley finally mutter.

But he kept going, trying to angle his thrust until...

"Oh, God! There! God, right there!"

He found the sweet spot again. He pulled back and hit again and again until Harley was bucking up to meet him with every thrust and they fell into give and take that was beyond description. They half-fell together to the floor. Harley leaning on his forearms, Skids bracing himself with one hand, curling the other around Harley's own weeping erection.

Harley kept babbling on, unable to stop the flow of nonsense words, but Skids just gave little moans unable to articulate how amazing this was. He barely registered Harley cuming onto his hand and semi-collapsing underneath him, to close to his own completion he was helpless to do anything, but thrust once, twice more and then the hardest yet, deeper then he thought possible and his own completion was wrung from him in a deep shuddering groan that seemed to come from somewhere below his stomach and rise to his throat with most fantastic burst of tension that spasmed his muscles.

Exhausted, he mustered the energy to pull out of his lover's body and drop to one side. Hard breaths rocked his body while one hand somehow gained a mind of its own and ran through the soft blonde of Harley's hair. Eventually, the rest of his body came under his command and could drag his lover into his arms and wrap himself around the equally tired blonde.

And inexplicably, he felt tears well up his eyes.

"Skids? Skids, are you okay?" Harley's hands landed cool on his face and he felt tears being kissed away.

"I love you." Skids said simply.

For a moment, Harley was confused and then it hit him all at once. Skids had never been in love, was so often so very alone. There were few people he even genuinely trusted, let alone someone he trusted enough to love.

"I love you too. Or that wouldn't have just happened." Harley assured him.

"Really?" Little boy voice.

"Really. And what just happened was fuckin' fantastic and I would like to do it many many times more. With you. Possibly forever."

"Oh. Good."

"We should probably shower." Harley yawned, dismissing the problem and snuggling closer into the arms wrapped around him.

"Yeah..."

"And blow out the candles..."

"Uh huh...."

The cadence of two breathing patterns filled the stillness and they slept, spent, loved and happy.