"Bruce." He could have sworn he said that already, but he's questioning a lot of things right now. Not Asher, though; Asher is thoroughly convincing. "Your room. Yes. Good plan."

Asher holds his hand and tugs him towards Fifth East.

"If you'd met me five years ago I would have scooped you up and carried you, but unfortunately I'm not in the shape I once was."

Bruce permits himself to be tugged!

"I think if you were any more in shape it would break my already stretched suspension of disbelief." Shit, did that make any sense without the context Asher doesn't have? It at least sounded complimentary even if it wasn't coherent.

"Am I that implausible of a person?"

"Extremely good-looking people don't usually backflip out of trees and take an interest in me, so, yeah?"

"Extremely good-looking people have terrible taste in either activities or hookups."

Sporfle!

Oh hey, they're going to Fifth East. Bruce is not super aware of undergrad dorm stereotypes but even he knows Fifth East has a lot of people with . . . exotic sexual tastes. Not making assumptions, not making assumptions, just rolling with it and trusting the Erogame--to do what, he isn't sure.

When they get up to Asher's dorm room Asher pulls him onto the bed, kisses him, and says, "so what are you into?"

"I'm--not sure? What are you into, I want you to be having fun."

"Unfortunately for you, I'm into getting people off, so you don't escape that easily."

"Oh dear, infinite regress. Um, how about we both get naked and make out some more until we think of something?" He is now somewhat embarrassed by their unbalanced state of undress, but also somewhat embarrassed by the thought of revealing his significantly scrawnier torso, so while he makes the suggestion he doesn't actually manage to start disrobing.

"Sounds like a good plan," Asher says, and slips his hands under Bruce's shirt to pull it off.

Asher's hands are strong and confident and warm. Bruce makes a happy little sound and helps get his shirt off.

Asher takes off his own underwear while they've already interrupted kissing.

His dick is the size of an unusually well-endowed porn star's.

Of course it is. Anything else would be a departure from the pattern. He stares anyway as he starts removing his pants, intimidated but also thoroughly appreciative.

"It's unlikely to come up again," he comments, "but you really should tell people you're a virgin before you fuck them."

"I--sorry. If you've changed your mind--"

"Not at all. What kind of monster would I be if I made you get an inferior blowjob for your first time?"

Weak little chuckle. "Thanks." He immediately resolves to do his level best to reciprocate, though between his inexperience and the size of Asher's dick he's afraid he's going to fail miserably. "I'll try to be a quick study."

"Hey," he says, and presses a kiss to Bruce's forehead, "don't worry about it. You'll do fine."

agdhfjahalfkjhs forehead kisses. Bruce melts a little, and reaches out to run his fingers over Asher's cock.

Asher hisses and wraps a hand around Bruce's hand to show him what to do.

Bruce can follow directions! Asher's reactions are fascinating and he wants to induce more of them.

+1 FUK for learning how to give a handjob.

Asher drops his hand, makes fascinating little noises for a moment, and then starts taking off Bruce's pants.