[Less angst here than I expected. Chris is taking this all remarkably well]

Joe woke with the sun in his face and a warm body spooned up behind him. It was a nice way to wake up, and the erection pressed up behind him was nice too. They'd gone to sleep back to back, but at some point Chris had rolled over and wrapped himself around Joe. It was something he hoped he'd have a chance to get used to.

He shifted a little, so he could look at Chris. The motion made Chris stir, and his hand slipped onto Joe's hard dick. That was something Joe could really get used to too.

Moving had woken Chris. He kissed Joe's shoulder, then froze when he realized where his hand was.

Joe realized too, and before Chris could move he put his own hand on top of Chris'.

"It's okay to touch, Chris," he said softly.

Chris swallowed hard. He was comfortable, and it felt right. The dick in his hand was like his own, but not the same. It felt huge, though he knew it wasn't, not the way his hand fit around it.

Joe moved his hand, and Chris' with it. Joe couldn't stifle the slight moan he made as Chris stroked him. That was fine. He didn't want to.

The position he was in wasn't as comfortable as he wanted it to be. Joe rolled onto his back. The blanket moved with him, leaving him partly uncovered. The cool air felt good on his skin. He pushed it the rest of the way off, leaving himself completely exposed. Chris had moved with him, still lying on his side. He hadn't stopped stroking.

"You're