Wilson has to admit that’s really nervous as he goes to Claude’s hotel room. The near kisses they’d done during karaoke have been the furthest he’s gone with a guy and honestly not even he understands why he’s doing this. For Claude it makes sense, he’s kind of the definition of bisexual mess but in a good way. For himself? Okay yes he’s kind of obsessed with some BL tropes, mpreg has taken over his mind to the point where he doesn’t even have a good excuse for why he keeps talking or thinking about it so much but he’s straight. That much he knows… well he thinks? Anyway he’s pretty sure this invite wasn’t just to spend time with Claude but regardless he finds himself as he enters the hotel room and searches his brain as if it were google. How do people act normal again?

“Hey Clark!” It’s been a while since the time they almost kissed but being alone together it’s all he can think off. Shaking his head to himself he tries to pretend he’s not flustered at all.

Totally normal and chill, cool. Greetings are things all people do.

“Hi man, sorry just a moment, finishing up my schedule for next week and trying to figure out what I might actually be able to do.” Travelling does make that hard, he gets it. It isn’t only the issue of not having your regular set up but with jetlag and time differences, you have to try and figure out when you’ll be able to get online and stream again. “Make yourself at home though, it’s kind of small but I guess that’s just how places here are so whatever.”

Taking his shoes off, he properly enters the room as Claude goes back to leaning over the desk and assigning days to games as well as offline activities.

“So uh, you know, I know that I kind of just came over since you asked but is there a reason?” Wilson knows why but he’s trying not to initiate things. Even if it goes that far, it can still be a no homo and just a homie moment if you claim you got distracted in the heat of the moment and ended up having sex with a guy, right? Maybe? Okay yeah he really doesn’t know how this works but he’s here, Claude is nodding to himself as he jots down his last couple of ideas and then sends the proposed schedule to his manager. There’s not much longer until something is going to happen and he’s… he’s nervous but excited.

“Sorry, had to get that done and thought you might take a little longer to get here. Or if you’d come along at all, as soon as I sent the message I kind of hated myself for because I thought you might judge me and then you said yes and well, if you’re up for it.” Wilson is given a smile as Claude sits himself by his side on the bed. “Tell me if I’m being too much but you know that time at karaoke? You actually kinda surprised me.”

Yeah. And he surprised himself too. Despite how self-critical Claude can be, this seems to be one area he doesn’t have too much shame in and before he knows it, Wilson one hand around his waist pulling his body closer to Claude’s own.

“So…” Wilson actually doesn’t know how to deal with this at all, he’s doing his best but he swears that right now if up the definition of “Rizz-less” online it would simply say Yu Q Wilson. Why is Claude even able to fluster him like this, he knows Claude, he knows how Claude lives, but he can feel his face heating up more and more the close they get.

“Just tell me if it’s too much dude.”

Claude’s other hand reaches for his chin and Wilson just closes his eyes. They’re probably closed a little too tight actually but Claude doesn’t seem to realize. Before he knows it lips are against his and a tongue licks against his lips, they’re actually kissing, for actual real kissing. Brain scrambling he tries to keep his cool as he lets the keep deepen and follow along but he knows he’s definitely fucking things up somehow. How do you even compare with a clearly more experienced guy with a tongue piercing of all things!? In the words of Vantacrow, he’s fucking cooked bro.

The kiss is amazing but his inexperience here is screwing him over, following what Claude is doing is the best he can do but it either doesn’t bother or he doesn’t seem to notice; by the time Claude has pushed him over and is laying atop him as they make out, Wilson can feel his erection. Shit. Claude can probably feel his own too. He knows with Claude there’s no shame in being turned on by another man but all Wilson can think is that if they stopped here and he had to explain himself he’d say something stupid like ‘looks left, looks right, homie kiss am I right?’ and never approach the subject again. Homie kiss, with a tongue piercing that he now understands if for far more than aesthetic purposes, Claude starting to grind their clothed boners together, Wilson beginning to sweat under him as the room feels like it’s doubled in heat… Yeah sure he can uh, maybe, probably not pass this off as that still.

“So wait before we go any further, how far are we taking this?” They’re basically dry humping on the bed and it’s a fair question at this point in the game.

It’s Claude who asks, fingers about to sneak under Wilson’s shirt as he pauses to pant the words into his mouth and by the time he does, Wilson is thinking with his well, his willy, not his brain. Blinking up at Claude he tries to restart his brain but it doesn’t work and instead he reaches for his own shirt’s hem and starts to pull it over his head.

“I mean like, yeah well look, I guess I’ll say stop if I start hating it? What’s wrong with two dudes being guys in a hotel room, having some fun, helping each other get off.” He knows his words aren’t that convincing so he tries to think of something more wild and fails, defaulting to his usual jokes as Claude looks down at him. “And it’s definitely not like I can get pregnant so no worries about that right.”

He expects him to brush it off but what happens instead is far more arousing. What the fuck.

“I mean, you can’t but I kind of wanna try.”

It’s embarrassing how Wilson has to bite his own tongue before pulling Claude down for another kiss not to moan at that line. Why did he even say that!?

It’s so obvious that Claude has more experience at this than himself. No matter how much he tries to keep up the act that he knows what he’s doing, Claude keeps doing things he doesn’t expect but just make sense. As he and Claude free him from his t-shirt, Claude’s mouth moves to his neck and he gasps the ball of his tongue piercing runs over a particularly sensitive place. There is no way this guy is going to be that good at sex right? They’re both streamers, he knows Claude has a one up on him here but there’s no way he’s going to be that good at everything.

Then again… Claude is a lot better at things than he tends to give himself credit for.

Cracking his eyes open as Claude’s mouth leaves his neck he catches the most obscene sight and almost shuts them again by instinct. How is Claude sitting above him, ribbon on his ponytail half falling out so hot? How is his body in such good shape too? As Claude removes his own shirt Wilson stops and stares for a long moment forgetting everything as he takes in every detail of Claude’s upper body in a context he’s never even considered. It’s toned, tight, muscular and fuck, what if Claude got nipple piercings? That would be kind of hot actually.

Thoughts are removed from his brain as Claude’s fingers go straight to his belt next. Holy shit, holt shit holy, holy shit. He’s actually going to do it. He’s going to have sex with Claude. There’s no turning back once he does this and Wilson wouldn’t stop him even if he wanted to. Instead his hand just reaches up and drag’s itself slowly down Claude’s torso as he lifts up his hips and lets his jeans be dragged off. There’s just one thing.

“W-wait, so uh one question.” Claude pauses, looking up at Wilson halfway through positioning his body so that his mouth is closer to his cock. “How are we doing this, you said the whole thing about getting me pregnant but I mean…”

Suddenly things are very real and he’s not backing out but he’s never actually put anything in his ass and Claude’s cock did not feel all that small as he was grinding it against him.

“It’s your first time with a dude, relax.” It doesn’t initially answer the question, even less so as Claude mouths his cock through the fabric of his underwear midway through answering. “I already figured out that it’d be a bad move to get you to bottom this time round.”

This time round!? He doesn’t even have the braincells to respond, as by the time the implications of that register, Claude’s got his cock in his hand and the ball of his tongue piercing is dragging over the head of his cock. There is no way that thing is just there for show, Claude not only knows his way around a man’s body but knows how to use his own assets to please it. Rustling sounds register in his ears as Claude takes him fully in his mouth, but between the warm heat sucking him in and his tongue being pressed against the underside of his cock with each bob of his head, Wilson doesn’t really think too much about what that means. Even if he ends up not really liking the sex part of having sex with a guy he’s down for a homie bj anytime if Claude’s wanting to do this again. Can he use the excuse of being European since his first language is French or since he’s from Canada does he have to admit to himself that maybe he’s a little bit bisexual.

A little bit might be an understatement, looking down as Claude’s mouth leaves his cock he can only blink in awe as he watches the saliva that connects the head of it with Claude’s lips break and his tongue dart out to lick the splatter of it from his lower lip. Yep, he’s done for.

“BRB, just going to grab lube and a condom.” Claude stands up and Wilson wishes his mouth was back on his cock the moment he does but he knows more is coming.

“Can we…” Should he actually say this? “Can we not use one, I kind of like the idea of…”

He trails off, realizing why he likes the idea of going in raw so much. How did a joke end up becoming one of his kinks like this. Hating himself as he realizes that alongside that he may just have said something that’s really not cool to someone who actually has sex with people, his eyes widen in realization of what he just asked.

“I mean yeah up to you dude.” Claude continues to move toward his suitcase.

Relaxing as Claude responds without questioning things he just watches him as he rummages around before pulling out a bottle of lubricant. If he thought about it harder maybe he’d realize that the reason Claude is chill with it is because of his own lack of experience compared to himself but he simply does not think. Not about that anyway. Instead he thinks about how Claude’s ass looks as he’s bent over and the fact he’s about to be inside him.

Mouth back on his, he doesn’t think about the fact he’s making out with someone who’s just had his cock in his mouth. For some reason that’s really hot to him and Wilson sure is learning a lot about himself today, he’s almost too caught up in that to realize what Claude’s doing until he hears him moan loudly. Is he? Oh damn. Claude’s hips rock as though he’s riding him as he fingers lube into himself and Wilson has to pull away from the kiss to watch. Cock standing proud, Wilson reaches out and wraps his hand around it letting Claude fuck into to.

“I’ll finish too fast…” Wilson’s pretty sure that isn’t going to be a thing, he’s going to be way too hair trigger for him to cum before he does, there’s no way.

Pulling back from Wilson’s hand, he pulls out his fingers and reaches again for the lube. A moment of silence happens between them, no sounds of kissing, no moaning, just the occasional heavy breath of anticipation as Claude lets the lube warm in his hand for a moment before it’s on Wilson’s cock and he’s breaking it with an almost whimpering sound as Claude coats his cock with it. Letting him continue to take the lead he can’t help but notice that Claude’s eyes close briefly and he takes a deep breath before sinking down on him.

Wilson felts like he needs to be rebooted to comprehend how good it feels to be inside him. As soon as he’s got him buried to the root, Claude’s hips start to move, one of his hands falls to the mattress beside Wilson’s head and if he’s being honest the entire scenario makes him feel like he’s watching a point of view porn video but there’s too much going on for that to be the case. Claude’s ass feels amazing to be inside, there’s heat on his skin when Wilson moves to hold his hips and he can feel his breath against his lips as he’s ridden.

Embarrassingly quickly he can feel himself getting close and looking up into Claude’s pleasure clouded expression isn’t helping things at all. Eyes snapping shut he tries to ignore how he looks with sweating causing hair to stick to his forehead and the glints of his piercing as his mouth hangs open to pant above him. As much as he might try to will himself to hold back through, he knows it’s useless. He’s about to fill Claude with his cum, and he doesn’t even stop to think that maybe he should check that’s okay before he’s holding Claude still and pumping him full with it.

An orgasm inside another person is a world away from when it’s just, him, his hand and some video he’s pulled up and if he was any more coherent he’d be embarrassed by the sound he makes in the moment. The bed shifts as Claude remains held in place, Wilson too gone to think to release him or even remember that Claude himself hasn’t gotten off. It’s a few seconds later that he realizes there’s no longer a hand beside his head and that it’s moved to Claude’s cock, working rapidly as he remains stuffed full of Wilson’s now softening cock.

Soon enough Claude’s cum splatters his stomach and Wilson’s eyes travel down just fast enough to catch the final spot of warmth that now decorates your skin. For a moment more they remain like that, before Claude climbs off him and Wilson’s eyes widen as he turns around and seemingly purposely shows the small amount of cum that dripped from his ass as the pulls himself off.

As he takes a finger and pushes it back into his hole he knows it’s definitely on purpose. Claude’s playing up to his impregnation kink and he has to close his eyes and take a deep breath. There’s no way he has it in him to go for another round right now, he needs to process what just happened.

When the sound of the shower shuts off and Claude re-enters the room toweling off his hair, Wilson wracks his brain for something to say that sounds smart, or casual, or just not stupid. He fails.

“So Clark, what are you going to call the child?”