Tyler and Nate Pt. 02 - Edging

*Thanks for the great feedback on Part 1! I highly recommend reading it first as this part takes place afterward. The following story has a longer intro focusing on the emotional aftermath, so if you are looking to dive straight into the action, you can skip this!*

Tyler woke up as sunlight filled the room. He had stayed the night, like he usually did after a few beers with Nate. Though this time, it was different. They hadn't talked about what happened last night. Tyler had taken a quick shower to clear his mind while simultaneously get rid of the cum that had painted him minutes before. When he came back, he could tell something was off. Nate was quiet, distant. Not cold, just... somewhere else entirely.

Did he regret it? Was he ashamed? Tyler couldn't tell. Whatever it was, Nate hadn't said much. Just a short "Night," before disappearing into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. Tyler had stood there for a moment, unsure what to do, then got himself ready for bed without another word. The couch was familiar, comfortable even, but sleep hadn't come easily.

Now, in the soft quiet of the morning, Tyler sat up slowly, rubbing his face with both hands. His mouth was dry, his head a little foggy. He could hear the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen, Nate was up. He hesitated. Part of him wanted to pretend everything was normal. Grab a coffee, crack a joke, talk about the game like nothing had happened. But another part of him, the heavier one in his chest, wasn't ready to ignore it.

He stood, stretching out the stiffness in his back, and walked toward the kitchen.

Nate was at the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs. He didn't look up right away, and the silence stretched between them just a second too long.

"Morning," Tyler said, trying to keep his voice casual.

Nate glanced over. "Hey." No smile. No warmth. Just a polite, unreadable 'hey.'

Tyler stepped further into the room, wrapping his hands around the mug Nate slid his way. The warmth of it was grounding, but it didn't settle the nervous energy crawling under his skin.

"So... about last night," he started, before he could second-guess himself. Nate stiffened almost imperceptibly, still not meeting his eyes. Tyler waited.

Nothing.

"Nate?"

Finally, Nate exhaled through his nose and leaned against the counter. "I don't know what to say."

Tyler looked down into his coffee. "Do you regret it?"

There was a beat. Then another.

"I don't know," Nate said. "I wish that I could blame the alcohol but there was something in me that enjoyed it, the control. I wasn't expecting it. And now I just... don't know what to do."

Tyler nodded slowly. "Okay."

They stood in the kitchen, the weight of everything unsaid sitting between them, steam rising from their cups. Tyler took a sip of his coffee, then leaned back against the counter across from Nate. The silence felt a little softer now, less jagged.

He glanced up. "Was it your first time... with a guy?"

Nate's eyes flicked up to meet his. No hesitation this time. "Yeah."

Tyler's brow lifted slightly. "Did you enjoy it?"

There was a flicker of something in Nate's expression, relief maybe. And then a smile broke across his face, small but real. "Fuck yes."

Tyler let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and he smiled too. "Good. So did I."

They stood there for a moment, just letting it settle. No pressure, no sudden declarations, just the truth hanging between them, merciful and a little messy.

Nate ran a hand through his hair. "So what does that make us?"

Tyler shrugged, his grin turning crooked. "I don't know. Two guys who had a good night?"

Nate snorted. "Yeah. Friends who got a little drunk and..."

"... and maybe realized something?" Tyler offered.

"Maybe," Nate said. "Still friends though?"

"Of course," Tyler said, without hesitation. "I mean... unless you're too embarrassed to hit leg day with me now."

Nate laughed, really laughed this time, and it eased something between them. "I'd rather die than skip leg day. You know that."

Tyler raised his mug. "To friends who can bench and bang and still spot each other like nothing happened."

Nate clinked his mug against Tyler's, shaking his head with a smirk. "You're such an idiot."

"Yeah," Tyler said, "an idiot you enjoyed banging." They smiled, and for now, that was enough.

They eventually wandered into the living room, coffee mugs still in hand. The tension between them had settled into something quieter, something almost normal. Nate plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked, scrolling aimlessly.

Tyler shrugged, easing down beside him. "Something dumb. I don't want to think."

Nate smirked. "How I Met Your Mother it is."

A few episodes in, they weren't really watching. The volume was low, and the laugh track felt like background noise to the weightier questions still hanging in the air.

Tyler glanced over at Nate, then leaned back into the cushions. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Yesterday night... Do you always enjoy being... dominant?"

Nate rubbed the back of his neck, eyes still half on the screen. "I'm not sure. I think so? I haven't really thought about it that much until now. But yeah, I think it's a kink. Like... taking control, seeing the other person give in to it. It felt right."

Tyler nodded slowly, his voice quiet but steady. "I mean... it's not hard to tell I enjoy being a bit on the sub side. Letting go a little, and taking orders."

Nate turned to him with a teasing grin. "Taking orders and a lot of cock."

Tyler gave him a flat look, then laughed despite himself. "Well yeah, that too."

They both chuckled, and the tension eased again, replaced with something warmer, curiosity.

"You ever thought about other kinks?" Tyler asked.

Nate raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

Tyler shrugged. "I don't know. Like... public stuff?"

Nate's expression shifted with interest. "You mean like the risk of someone seeing?"

"Exactly. Not full exhibitionist vibes banging in Times Square, just... the thrill of it. Like, fooling around in a place you shouldn't be."

Nate nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah... that's kinda hot. Maybe at the gym, in the showers, or at some random toilet."

Tyler smirked. "Defiantly, and with a random toilet you mean at your parent's right?"

"Oh shut up," Nate grinned. "Okay, your turn. Any other kinks?"

Tyler tapped his mug. "Power dynamics, definitely. Maybe even choking a little. Light pain, sometimes. Dirty talk. Being pushed, but not too far."

Nate listened, nodding slowly. "I can see that on you."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"You like giving up control, but only to someone who's earned it."

Tyler smiled. "Damn. You're kinda good at this."

Nate leaned back. "Well I had trouble falling asleep, so I have been thinking a lot more than I thought I would. About who I am, about what felt good."

Tyler stayed quiet, just watching him.

After a beat, Nate said, almost casually, "I think I wanna try edging."

Tyler blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah," Nate said, cheeks a bit pink but voice steady. "The idea of being teased, held on that edge... I don't know. I think I'd like losing control that way. Just once."

Tyler's lips curved into a slow smile. "Looks like I'm not the only one who can be pushed."

Nate laughed softly, and there was a glint of something daring behind his eyes. "Guess not."

The energy between them had now fully shifted. Gone was the awkwardness from the morning, replaced with something low and pulsing beneath the surface.

Nate's eyes flicked to Tyler's mouth and lingered.

Tyler saw it. Felt it. And leaned in, not quite closing the distance, just enough that his voice dropped, warm and deliberate. "You wanna try now?"

Nate's breath caught. "Like now now?"

Tyler tilted his head, one corner of his mouth curving up. "Or we could just watch another episode?"

A pause. Nate didn't answer, but he didn't look away either. A bulge was starting to form on his shorts. Then he gave the faintest nod.

Tyler reached out, slow and careful, resting a hand on Nate's thigh feeling the soft fabric of Nate's gym shorts.

Nothing more at first. Nate didn't move, didn't speak. But his body tensed slightly under the touch, anticipation for more.

Tyler's fingers drifted higher, stroking over the thick stretch of muscle, until he reached the warm bulge pressing against the front of Nate's shorts. He didn't grab it, but rather continued stroking, enough to feel the outline of Nate's cock, semi-hard already.

Nate exhaled through his nose, hands gripping the couch cushion at his sides.

"You're already hard," Tyler murmured. "You must really want this?"

Nate's voice came out rough. "You have no idea."

Tyler smirked and pressed in a little firmer, dragging his palm up the length of Nate's cock through the thin cotton. He could feel how Nates cock twitched under his touch, thickening quickly.

"Fuck," Nate breathed, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Tyler kept going, slow strokes through the fabric, building heat and pressure. He watched Nate's body respond, watched the way his thighs tightened, the way his breathing changed.

"You like being teased?" Tyler asked softly. "Held just here?"

Nate's hips softly thrusted instinctively, chasing the friction. "Yeah."

"You're not in control anymore," Tyler whispered. "Not right now."

There was a quiet, desperate sound from Nate's throat, and that was the moment Tyler slid his hand up, fingers slipping just under the waistband of Nate's shorts.

Tyler wrapped his hand firmly around Nate's cock and started to stroke him.

Nate's head dropped back against the couch, lips parting. "Ty... shit..."

"Keep your eyes on me," Tyler said, voice low and almost commanding, something playful turning sharp. "I wanna watch your face."

Nate obeyed.

Tyler's strokes were measured, teasing at first, just enough pressure to build, but not enough to satisfy. His thumb circled over Nate's head, smearing out the precum that had started leaking.

"You're so fucking hard," Tyler said, eyes dragging over Nate's flushed face. "You like this more than you thought."

Nate didn't answer with words, he just gasped and arched into the touch, fingers digging into the couch. His cock throbbed in Tyler's hand, thick and leaking, and Tyler twisted his wrist just a little on each upstroke, making Nate tremble.

Then Tyler slowed down.

"Not yet," he murmured. "You said you wanted edging."

Nate groaned, low and raw. "You're killing me."

Tyler smirked. "Good."

He let go entirely for a second, just long enough to make Nate whine under his breath, then gripped him again, harder this time, pumping slowly as Nate's hips rolled into it.

The tension between them was razor-sharp now, and every second stretched. Tyler was in control, he could see how much that drove Nate wild. The flush creeping down his neck. The way he was trying not to make noise. The need in his eyes. And he kept stroking, watching Nate fall apart, one quiet, desperate breath at a time.

Tyler could see that Nate was getting close, the way his muscles tensed, how hard he was breathing, the helpless way his hips pushed into every stroke. He was getting close. Too close.

Tyler slowed his hand and leaned in, mouth brushing just above Nate's cock. "You want to come already?" he murmured, breath hot against the head.

Nate's eyes fluttered open, hazy and dazed. "Yes... Or no, I don't know..."

"Exactly," Tyler whispered. "You're mine to play with right now."

He let go of Nate's cock completely, earning a rough groan of frustration from Nate, and leaned back. "Take this off," he said, tugging lightly on the waistband of Nate's shorts. "All of it."

Nate obeyed in a daze, lifting his hips to slide his shorts and underwear down. Tyler helped, stripping them the rest of the way, dragging them off his legs and tossing them aside. Now Nate was naked on the couch, flushed and exposed, cock resting against his stomach, thick and leaking.

Tyler, still fully dressed, sank to his knees between Nate's legs.

He pushed Nate's thighs open with confident hands, spreading him wider, and leaned in close. His breath ghosted over Nate's balls first, then his tongue followed, slow and wet. He licked from the base upward, tracing the underside of Nate's shaft with soft, teasing flicks, never breaking eye contact.

Nate's breath hitched. His eyes stayed locked on Tyler's.

Then he dragged his tongue over the head, collecting the precum there with a slow swirl, before dipping lower again, sucking one of Nate's balls into his mouth.

Nate gasped, hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach out but knew he shouldn't.

"You taste good," Tyler murmured, lips brushing the sensitive skin. "Bet I could make you beg if I made you wait long enough."

Tyler licked up again, this time with more pressure, before finally taking the head of Nate's cock in his mouth. Just the tip at first, warm and wet, then deeper, inch by inch, keeping his eyes fixed on Nate's the entire time.

Nate let out a sound that was more growl than groan. "Fuck, Tyler..."

Tyler didn't stop. He pushed down further, letting Nate slide deeper into his throat, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked, slowly bobbing his head.

Every time he pulled back, he let his tongue swirl along the shaft. Every time he then went forward, he took Nate just a little deeper with his hands still leaning on Nate's thighs.

Their eyes met, Tyler's full of heat and control, Nate's wide, overwhelmed, desperate.

The tension was climbing again. Tyler could feel it, Nate's legs trembling, his hips starting to jerk forward, breath getting ragged. His cock pulsed in Tyler's mouth, and Tyler could hear the low moans starting to slip past his lips.

That was the sign.

Tyler pulled back abruptly, letting Nate's cock fall from his mouth with a wet sound. A strand of spit hung between them.

Nate stared at him, flushed and panting, disbelief and frustration painted across his face.

Tyler just smiled, licking his lips slowly. "I told you. Not yet."

Tyler stood up and pulled a hoodie from the back of the couch and stepped behind Nate, lowering his voice.

"Close your eyes."

Nate didn't ask questions. He just obeyed, lips still parted, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Tyler wrapped the hoodie around his head and tied it tight behind the neck, blotting out the room in an instant.

The effect was immediate. Nate sat straighter, muscles tight with anticipation, his cock visibly pulsing.

"Better," Tyler murmured, circling back in front of him. "Now you can really feel everything."

He dropped to his knees again, between Nate's legs, and let his hands skim over Nate's thighs, just barely there. Nate flinched at the touch, already twitching, raw from all the buildup.

Tyler leaned in, breath hot on the head of Nate's cock. Nate sucked in a sharp breath and tilted his hips instinctively, but Tyler didn't reward it. Instead, he kissed the base. Soft. Patient. Then again, just a little higher. And higher still. By the time his mouth reached the tip, Nate was shaking.

Tyler opened his mouth slowly around it, tongue dragging along the underside, savoring the taste. He slid down just an inch, then paused. Another inch. And paused again.

Nate let out a strangled moan, not knowing how deep it would go, how far, when it might stop.

"Fuck," he breathed. "That's so hot, fuck Tyler..."

Tyler hummed around the head, letting the vibration ripple through. His hands gripped Nate's thighs again to steady him. Then, Tyler pushed down, taking Nate's cock balls deep down his throat in a slow, fluid motion until the head nudged the back of his throat and Nates balls pressed against his chin.

Nate gasped, blinded and overwhelmed, the sensation sharp and dizzying without sight to anchor him.

Tyler pulled back only halfway, let his tongue swirl lazily, and went all the way down again, slow and relentless. Each stroke was smooth and controlled, a deep rhythm that didn't rush but didn't stop, either. Tyler felt how Nates cock was stretching his throat, and he had to really focus not to gag too much.

Nate was panting now, one hand gripping the cushion beside him, the other twitching in his lap. He didn't know what was coming next. Every time Tyler's mouth slid off his cock, he didn't know if it would return, or if something else would touch him next.

Then Tyler let Nate's cock fall free from his mouth before grabbing it and dragging it wetly across his own cheek, then up over his lips, across his nose, back down to his chin as if he was marking himself with Nates cock.

Nate made a helpless sound, cock jumping against Tyler's face, already soaked in spit.

"What are you doing to me," he groaned.

Tyler didn't answer. He just softly slapped Nates cock against his face before taking it back inside his mouth, lips sealing tight, sucking softly.

The room was quiet except for the soft, wet sounds of Tyler's mouth, and Nate's breath coming in faster and faster. Without his sight, every sensation hit harder. The warm slide of tongue, the sudden cool air when Tyler pulled away, the tease of skin tracing his cock across a face he couldn't see.

Tyler let him get close again, extremely close this time, then slowed down just enough to hold him on the edge, tongue flicking at the tip.

Nate's voice broke. "Please. Oh my god, please..."

But Tyler just smiled

Tyler pulled off slowly, his lips slick and swollen as he had been blowing Nate on and off for over half an hour, spit trailing from the corner of his mouth as he looked up at Nate, still blindfolded and just lusting to cum.

"You've been a good boy," Tyler said softly, voice thick with heat. "I'll let you cum now."

Nate let out a strangled, desperate breath, like he had been waiting ages for those words to be said.

A second later, Tyler mouth was back over Nates cock, this time with intent, no more teasing. He sucked rougher than before, taking Nate balls deep with every stroke.

Nate cursed loudly. "Fuck yes... Tyler..."

And then his instinct took over.

Nate ripped the blindfold off, eyes wild and glazed. The sight of Tyler, kneeling between his legs, shirt slightly rumpled, lips red and wet, eyes locked on him totally wrecked him.

He grabbed Tyler by the hair, fingers twisting deep, and started to thrust.

Not gentle. Not careful. Rough with only one intention in mind.

Tyler let him take over, opened his mouth wide moaning, encouraging Nate go go even rougher.

The couch cushions creaked as Nate wildly thrusted while simultaneously pulling Tylers face over his cock, and Tyler braced himself, one hand flat on Nate's thigh.

Then, Nate broke.

With a choked cry and a sudden, violent jerk of his hips, he pulled out just in time to unload.

The first shot hit Tyler across the cheekbone, thick and hot cum splashing up into his hairline. The next streaked across his lips and chin, painting his skin. A third landed on his shirt, soaking through the collar in a burst of white.

Nate kept gasping, twitching, riding out every pulse with Tyler watching.

Tyler stayed right there, face upturned, mouth parted just slightly, letting the warmth drip down his face.

When it was over, Nate collapsed back into the couch, breath wrecked, chest heaving.

Tyler licked a bit of it from his lip and looked up at him with a slow, satisfied grin.

"Well," he murmured, "that was for sure worth the wait."