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Conner was laughing as he unlocked his apartment, almost too much to open the door, doubling over at Gavin's commentary on the movie they had seen. He made it inside finally, putting his keys up on a hook and peeling off his jacket. This had been their most recent in two months' worth of dates, and Conner was positive he'd never dated anyone so long without having sex. Honestly, he wasn't sure he'd ever even really dated someone like this, seeing as most of the people he had sex with were really just friends that he didn't have particularly romantic feelings for.

It hadn't been difficult, exactly, because doing anything with Gavin was fun, but Conner desperately wanted to share that intimacy with Gavin. They'd spoken about it a little, mostly just deciding to take things slow and be careful of each other's powers. They hadn't gone past kissing in their months of dating, but Conner had gotten better at not immediately sucking up Gavin's emotions and giving himself a horrific headache.

"Do you want a drink?" Conner asks, opening the fridge and looking inside, "I have beer."

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Gavin always found his mind inevitably wandering when they would come home after a date. He's been dying to take their relationship further, held back only by the fear of causing him pain. But now, as Conner seemed to be getting better at handling his emotional overflows, it seemed inevitable that one of these nights, something would happen between them.

Right now, he's staring at the veins in Conner's arms as he opens the fridge and offers him a drink. His mouth hangs open a little, and he forgets what he was talking about before.

"Sure, beer sounds good," he says, snapping himself out of his daze.

Conner raises an eyebrow when Gavin doesn't answer right away, staring at him with a faraway look on his face. When Gavin answers Conner smirks at him before turning back to his fridge to grab two beers. He hands Gavin one and then sits on the couch, flipping on the TV and putting his arm around Gavin when he sits next to him. For a while he sits quietly, not quite paying attention to the show, then he clears his throat.

"Do you, uh, want to stay over tonight?" he asks, as casually as he can manage.

Gavin chokes at the question, and his eyes water as some of the beer leaks back up out of his mouth and nose. He wipes it away, quickly, setting the bottle back down on the table and turning to look at him.

"By stay over do you mean like. Stay over?" he asks, as soon as the coughing subsides.

Conner can't hold back his laughter when Gavin snorts up his beer, laughter dying down to a smirk when Gavin turns back to look at him.

"Uh, yeah, I mean. If you want to? We've been on, like, fifty dates, I think we've officially 'taken it slow' by now," Conner says, laughing a little to undercut how nervous he actually was to face this particular facet of their relationship.

Gavin laughs with him, and he nods, in agreement, even as he feels his stomach tighten.

"Yeah, I mean," he starts, reaching over to rest his hands on Conner's shoulders and run his hands down his chest, all too aware of the redness that was spreading across his face. "God, I've wanted to so bad, you have no idea, I'm just..." He trails off, fingering at Conner's shirt and staring at his lips.

Conner breaths carefully when Gavin runs his hands down his chest, holding back his powers from activating automatically when Gavin touched him. It was almost habit to let Gavin's emotions seep into him because he loved the feeling of it, loved the slide of Gavin's emotions against his own, and it was harder to block them out now.

"I know," Conner says, reaching up to put his hands on Gavin's hips, "It's okay. I want you too. So much, Gavin."

Breathing steadily to keep his nerves under control, Gavin, shaking off his inhibitions, swings his leg over Conner's thighs, straddling his lap. He kisses him, more desperately than he has allowed himself to before, gripping at the collar of Conner's shirt with both hands.

"Let's do it," he mumbles against his mouth, "let's do it. I want to do it."

Conner is somewhat surprised by Gavin's sudden movement, kissing him back and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Yeah, yeah, absolutely," Conner says between kisses, trying not to get so distracted by the feel of Gavin's mouth that he loses the stranglehold he has on his powers.

"Do you want, uh, should we get high first?" Conner says, still right up against Gavin's mouth. He doesn't want their powers to cause problems, but at the same time he doesn't want to be dazed and distracted for their first time, he wants to give Gavin his full attention.

Gavin nods reluctantly, still unwilling to break his mouth apart from Conner's.

"Y-yeah. I think that's best. For you and...everyone else in the building," he laughs, recalling the unfortunate times he had tried to deal with his own arousal instead of bottling it up. Reluctantly, he moves himself backwards a little, giving Conner room to move.

"You got more stuff?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Conner says, leaning up to kiss Gavin one more time before getting up. He returns a minute later with his pipe and and a small bag, lowering himself back down to the couch and leaning over to kiss Gavin once before pulling back to pack the pipe. He hands the pipe to Gavin first, leaning over to kiss Gavin's neck while he smoked.

"Maybe I should not, though? I mean it might be better if I can like... Help you not, uh, give everyone in the building an orgasm," Conner said, laughing.

Gavin nods, holding the pipe with an unsteady hand and taking a puff. He closes his eyes and tries to relax, enjoying the slight tickle of Conner's beard as he leaves kisses down his neck

"If that's what you want -" a soft moan escapes him, involuntarily, and he it takes him a little by surprise. "I-I mean...you think you'll be okay?"

"Yeah, I think so, and I--" Conner pauses, distracted by the purse of Gavin's lips against the pipe, "I kind of want to focus on this." He leans back, putting his hand on Gavin's neck and then sliding it up into Gavin's hair.

"Is it weird if I think you smoking is really hot?" Conner asks, pulling back with a smirk.

Gavin laughs, quickly feeling some slight relief for his nerves as he takes another long drag, although it does nothing to dull the affection bubbling up inside him. He blows the smoke into Conner's face on the exhale, coughing only a little.

"You do, huh," he snickers, "I'll have to keep that one in mind."

He buries his face in his shoulder and lets his legs fall open as he lies back on the couch, bringing Conner with him, his heart still hammering in his chest.

Conner closes his eyes when Gavin blows the smoke in his face, laughing, following Gavin back down onto the couch. He throws his leg over Gavin's lap, sitting back over his thighs.

"Are you doing okay?" Conner asks, his hands on either side of Gavin's neck, rubbing his thumbs up and down behind Gavin's ears. He released a little bit of his powers to get a sense for what Gavin's feeling and seep up a little of his nerves.

Gavin wets his lips and closes his eyes, relieved when Conner takes away some of his nerves, leaving a dull buzzing feeling in his brain in their place. The warm feeling in his chest grows, and he's starting to feel as though he might burst, but he does his best to keep it under control.

"Yeah," he stutters, reaching down to slide his hands up the back of Conner's shirt. "I'm just...this...you...it's a big deal, and I'm scared, but I'm also so happy, and I want you so bad, but I'm worried it's going to be too much for you, and-"

He pulls Conner's shirt up further, anxiously wringing his hands in it.

"Let's just. Try. Just go for it."

Conner frowns at Gavin's stuttering words, rubbing at Gavin's neck to help soothe his nerves. When Gavin makes his declaration Conner smiles, nodding and leaning back in to kiss Gavin. He continues soak up Gavin's anxiety, slowly and carefully, not wanting to get overwhelmed immediately but wanting Gavin to be calm and relaxed.

"I can do that," Conner mumbles into Gavin's mouth, gently pulling his shirt out of Gavin's hands to pull it up over his head, arms and muscles flexing as he did.

Gavin chews on his lip, taking in Conner's body as he pulls his shirt up and pops it off over his head. He'd always averted his gaze before when he'd found himself ogling him like this, but now he takes a long drag off the pipe and doesn't break his stare even though his eyes are watering. He sets the pipe down and removes his own shirt quickly, leaving on the white chest binder he wears underneath, freeing up both hands to run them up and down Conner's bare chest, stomach, and arms.

"You're like...stupid hot," he laughs, positioning one leg on either side of Conner's waist.

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Conner laughs, putting his hands on Gavin's knees and running his palms up Gavin's thighs, squeezing as he went. He feels Gavin's attraction seeping through his blocks and doesn't fight it back, likes feeling how much Gavin likes him.

"You're not so bad yourself," Conner says lowly, leaning close to suck at Gavin's neck. His hands didn't stop at Gavin's hips, sliding back until he could squeeze Gavin's ass, "I love your ass." He grins against Gavin's skin, pressing the length of his body against Gavin's.

Gavin lifts his hips off the couch and shifts them further into Conner's grip, fumbling at the clasp of his own pants with one hand. He slides them midway down his thigh, panting lightly and giving him another quiet moan.

"Well. Help yourself," he laughs softly, swallowing and licking his lips again in an attempt to wet his dry mouth. He brings his hand up between Conner's legs, cupping the bulge in his pants, giving an experimental squeeze as he does.

Conner feels more of Gavin's emotions, a mixture of attraction, pleasure and nerves, and he knows Gavin is broadcasting even through the effect of the weed. Conner shakes his head a little and focuses back on Gavin, doing his best to shake off the emotions and keep blocking them out.

When Gavin touches him he feels it like a jolt, not just the friction but a jolt of Gavin's want going right through him too and making his erection harden into Gavin's palm.

"God, yeah," he pants, pushing into Gavin's hand, perhaps a bit more worked up than he would be if he'd been blocking out Gavin's emotions better. He shakes his head again and mirrors Gavin's motions, his hand coming up between Gavin's legs to press against him, his fingers curling up to rub him through his pants.

Conner feels the telltale dizzyness start to creep in and fights it back, because this is good, and he wants to do this with Gavin, for Gavin, so bad. He won't mess this up.

With one hand, Gavin unfastens the front of Conner's pants and worms his hand inside, getting a better grip on his cock through his underwear and carefully starting to slide his hand back and forth, and with the other he takes Conner's hand and slowly slides it into the front of his own boxers. Conner's hands are a little cold, and of his fingers against his now-bare skin sends a shock through his body, and Gavin squirms a little against his palm.

"Th-this is good right?" he stammers softly, pressing as much of his body as he can against him.

Conner moans at Gavin's hand on his cock, losing himself in the rush of feeling, his hands losing focus and relaxing against Gavin. He struggles against the wave of dizzyness and tries to block Gavin out, but at this point it's like patching a dam with a single board.

Conner doesn't realize he's lost track of what he was doing until Gavin guides his hand into his pants.

"Yeah, yeah, it's good," Conner says distractedly, blinking hard to drive back the darkness that's creeping into the edge of his vision. He focuses on sliding his hand further into Gavin's pants and rubbing his fingers against the wetness he finds there.

Gavin's reaction to his fingers effectively breaks through whatever blocks Conner had left, combined with the gentle ministrations on his cock and the physical contact and suddenly Conner's head feels like it's going to explode.

"Oh god," Conner says, jerking his hand out of Gavin's pants to steady himself against the back of the couch, "Oh god." He feels a wave of nausea and knows he has to get away, from the flood of emotion but mostly because he doesn't want barf all over Gavin.

He makes it a few steps off the couch before he's collapsing onto his knees, emptying the contents of his stomach and groaning before hes out, slumping onto ground.

Gavin sits up fast, covering himself with his discarded shirt, waves of panic suddenly coming crashing over him as he watches Conner throw up and pass out on the floor.

"Conner? Conner!" he yells, fighting the overwhelming urge to start wretching himself as he clambers across the floor to where he's passed out cold. He rolls him onto his back and, grabbing the cushions off the back of the couch, elevates his legs a few inches off the ground before kneeling near his face.

"Conner, Conner come on," he pleads frantically, his face stinging as tears begin to well up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Conner, please."

Conner's out for a solid five minutes, and when he comes to he groans pathetically, only aware of the pounding in his head. After a couple of seconds he feels a wave of anxiety and fear so strong that it makes new sharp pain shoot through his head and he rolls onto his side, dry-heaving weakly. He rolls back onto his back, cracking his eyes open to peer up at Gavin, whose face swims above him.

"Did either of us actually finish? 'Cause that would have been like, the best orgasm ever," Conner jokes, his voice hoarse and one corner of his mouth valiantly trying to turn into a smile.

He feels everything Gavin's feeling like he's right there in his head, no way to stem the tide or even slow it with his energy so low, and the stream is steady even though Gavin isn't touching him. That wouldn't be so bad, really, except for how every emotion that isn't his makes his head pound like he's being whacked with a two-by-four.

Gavin breathes a hard sigh of relief when Conner finally moves, wiping frantically at the tears on his face and trying to steady his breathing.

"Conner," he half laughs, half sobs, overcome with guilt, "Conner I'm so fucking sorry, I should have known...I mean I shouldn't have...I'm sorry, I almost called an ambulance, do you need an ambulance?"

He's replaced his clothes by now, and he pulls his sleeves down over his hands before he passes him a glass of water he'd gotten for him to avoid making direct contact with his skin, jerking his hands back and sitting on them once the glass is in Conner's hands. It's taking all his strength, now, to keep his hands off of him, because he knows it will only make it worse.

"I'm so sorry, it's - it shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't...have to put up with this, I-I should go, I need to go."

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