Too Young To Live This Way

I open my car door, and sprint around to open Alans door for him.
''Always the gentleman!" Alan smirks his notorious smirk, before hopping out the car and dashing in.
''Hey! Help me with all the stuff!" I yell after him, but he ignores me, grinning over his shoulder before unlocking the door, and running into the house. I try to sigh grumpily, but I still have a smile plastered on my face.
''You're a dick.'' I grumble, trying not to smirk, and I dump our stuff inside the door. I notice that the flat is empty, besides Alan. I frown, wandering into our little kitchen. I grab the note lying on the side
'Hey Austin, I've gone out to help the new people across the road move in, and afterwards i'm going out with a few work friends, i'll probably be back late. Alan can stay if he wants. -Dad'
''Hey Al! Looks like we're alone.'' I call, wandering back through to where he's flopped on the sofa.
''Okay,'' Alan says, chucking his phone on the coffee table. He looks up at me, smirking. I sit down next to him, and he sits up to meet me. ''What are we gonna do?'' Alan asks, biting his lip slightly, and looking at my lips. I gulp, blinking at his tone of voice.
''W-what do you want to do?'' I try to reply confidently, but I probably failed.

--Alans POV--
''What do you want to do?'' Austin asks, his eyes narrowed. My eyes slide away from his lips, and I meet his eyes. The chocolate-y brown of his eyes seems to be darker, and damn...
''No idea...'' My voice comes out slightly hoarse, and Austins eyes darken further. In a burst of confidence, I lean toward him, tilting my head into his neck. I brush my lips gently against him, and Austin sighs softly. My eyes are closed, but I can feel Austins hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I open my eyes, nose to nose with my boyfriend, who pulls me into a deep kiss. He still tastes faintly salty from the beach, and he carefully brushes a strand of ginger hair off my cheek. He kisses my cheekbone, and slowly moves to my mouth, I respond enthusiastically, slipping my hands around his neck. Austin gently slides his hand under the back of my shirt, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps.
Austin meets my eyes again, with a quizzical look, and I nod. Go ahead. He carefully slips my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor. It stays tangled on his hand, and he struggles to shake it off. I laugh lightly, and he smiles back.
Austin slides off the sofa, and offers me a hand. I take his hand, and follow him into his bedroom. Just as we reach the bedroom door, Austin turns back to face me.
''Are you- like do you really want to... are you sure Alan?'' Austin asks nervously, biting his lip and avoiding my gaze. What a pair we make; me, who doesn't want to come out to my parents; and Austin, who is so nervous and edgy, it's actually unbelievable... although adorable.
I ponder over the question in my mind, double checking my feelings. The answer comes up the same again and again.
''Of course, Aus.'' I nod, and push Austin into the door. ''Of course.'' I whisper, crushing our lips together, and gripping his tshirt tightly. I can feel his abs under his shirt, and I can feel myself getting 'aroused'.
''C'mon.'' Austin grins, tugging me through the door. When we get to the bed in the centre of his room, Austin shirt is gone too.

--Back to Austin POV--
Alan kneels above me, hands resting either side of my chest. I run my hand up his side, tracing the 'California' tattoo there. Alan leans down, our lips and tongues clashing frantically, and a wave of heat shudders through me. My hands shake slightly, as I struggle to unbutton his jeans. Alan slides down next to me, and he pushes his skinny jeans off. Alan lies next to me, as I tug my own jeans off. Just as they hit the floor, I pull Alan back to me, tracing his jaw lightly. My vision clouds over slightly, Alan sits directly on my crotch, grinding into me slightly.
I groan lightly, and Alan runs his fingertip under the waistband of my boxers, biting his lip. In the haze of it all, I feel myself blush slightly when Alan yanks my boxers down. I kick them off the bed, and help Alan remove his. And then we're kissing again, and i'm reaching sideways to my bedside table, trying to locate a condom, and a bottle of lube. As i'm fumbling to unwrap it, Alans hands gently touch my lower stomach. My hands shake even more as Alans hands reach my length. I sigh at the loss when his hands stroke back up to my shoulders. He kisses me hard, taking the condom from me. He rolls it on himself, then squirts some lube into his hand. While he strokes it on, he reaches down to kiss me again. I grip his back hard, he traces the tattoo on my chest, and I run my fingers down his arms.

--Alan POV--
I have no idea how I managed to end up this confident. Maybe it's because of the way Austin looks at me, like i'm the only person worth looking at. He's doing it now, his eyes soft and dark, as he traces his fingertips over my jaw. I push Austins thighs apart, and carefully, gently push into him. I gasp, struggling to keep my eyes open. Austin winces, his nose screwing up. I brush his fringe off his face, and move gently until Austins mouth drops open. I smile, and settle into a rhythm.
I'm close, and I can tell Austin is too. I wrap my hands around his length, pumping, and watching his eyes roll back slightly.
''Alan...Al- I'm gonna...uhh...'' Austin mumbles, sighing against my neck. I moan his name, as I slam into him again, and Austins cums all over his own chest.
When it's all over, I collapse onto him, sighing his name.

Notes

I am aware that this is shit
also I haven't updated in forever, but it's new year and guess what i'm getting back into a rhythm motherfuckers :)))