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His body shifts and jerks about in a quick series of movements as he finishes on my face before gazing down at me, his smile revealing he’s just as proud of the moment as I was when he came on me.
As the last of his cum leaves, he chuckles. “Okay, Lance, I’m sensitive now.”
“Oh, sorry,” I say awkwardly. It’s something I should have considered because I get the same way, but I was so into the moment, I couldn’t help myself.
“It’s okay,” he says as I release him. He grabs my chin and runs his thumb over my cum-soaked flesh. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Yes, it is.
As he pulls his thumb away, I can’t help looking, seeing the way it shines in the room light. I lick my lips, thinking about that first taste I had of him. Something in me, something feral, something so lost in the pleasure of this moment, has me moving quickly, taking his thumb into my mouth.
“Oh fuck yes,” he mutters as I close my eyes and enjoy the taste of him, a delicious, potent burst.
Before I know it, I’m sucking on his thumb, then offering a gentle bite at the base, running my teeth up to the end. I’m embarrassed by how hungry I was for it, what Ty must think of how I just lapped him up, but when I open my eyes to check his reaction, he says, “I had a feeling you’d want more after you had that first taste of me.”
I chuckle nervously. “You weren’t wrong.”
“Mmmm,” he says, raising his thumb to his face. He swipes it along my cum and slips it into his mouth, taking a lick. He closes his eyes, cherishing it, though I doubt he can enjoy it nearly as much as I just enjoyed his. Although, the way he lingers makes me realize there’s something about this that clearly gets to both of us.
He opens his eyes again and says, “Nothing like two straight guys enjoying each other’s cum.” He gives his thumb another quick lick, and I burst into a laugh.
Because so much for being two straight guys.
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Ty
Wow.
If you’d asked me a few weeks ago if I’d ever go down on a guy, let alone my frat rival, I would have laughed my ass off. But there wasn’t anything funny about feeling his shaft running along the sides of my mouth, sliding up against the base of my tongue. Not sure I would have even attempted it had I not been trying to avoid talking about what Lance was catching on to.
It was a much-needed distraction, but the problem is, distractions only work for so long before reality returns. Life allows us to fly so incredibly high, but as we get too close to the sun, we inevitably come hurtling back to the earth.
After Lance and I clean up in the nearby bathroom, I collapse onto the bed, still appreciating that delicious flavor lingering on my tongue. I was out of my depth with a blowjob but took my time like I did with jerking him off that first time, trying to read his movements to determine how he would enjoy it most. Clearly, I figured it out, earning my reward.
Lance falls down beside me. “Well, fuck.”
“Tell me about it. At least we know the first time wasn’t a fluke.”
He rolls toward me, quirking a brow. “Was there ever a question?”
“Not for me.”
His gaze shifts around my face, like he’s looking for something, and I fear he still might catch on to what I didn’t want to talk to him about, so I turn away.
“Ty?”
“Huh, man?” I’m trying to play it cool, more than a little disappointed that I couldn’t stay suspended in the bliss of what we just did.
“I know this is a lot, and I’m sorry if it’s making you uncomfortable.”
“What the hell are you on about?” I turn back to him, and I see the concern written all over his face.
“There’s obviously something about this you don’t want to talk about. And I don’t know if it’s trying to make sense of what you’re feeling, or maybe you’re worried I would tell someone, but I want you to know that I’m here to talk about any of it too. I wouldn’t even tell Ash about this, and he’s my best friend in the world, like ever.”
His thoughtfulness, his consideration eases some of the tension balled up in my chest. Now I feel like a real asshole because I know what he’s picking up on, but without a frame of reference, he’s bound to think it has to do with what we shared.
“What I’m uncomfortable about doesn’t have anything to do with us.” I’m unable to disguise my frustration that he could even think that.