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Chapter 23

Behind Closed Doors

Brandon

My reply dies in the air, but every other part of me springs to life.

I’ve seen Parker’s body before. Masculine. Muscular. The perfect amount of hair scattered across his chest. The deceptive tightness of his stomach. How broad his shoulders are, and fuck me, the sheer thickness of his thighs.

I’m not breathing. I inhale deeply, suddenly lightheaded. My mouth is dry, and I gulp. A literal gulp, like I’m a cartoon character.

Parker hasn’t moved a muscle. For once in my life, I can’t think of anything to say, but somehow words spill out. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before”. Parker growls. “What’s different this time?”

The simplicity of his question stuns me into silence. My internal monologue, however, goes into overdrive. What’s different, Parker? Let me count the ways.

1) We’ve now had two sexual encounters together

2) I’m in love with you

3) You might not love me, but you definitely want me

4) You look so goddamn hot, I can’t count higher than four right now.

His dick, long and heavy, begins to harden. He’s not even touching it. What’s turning him on? Me? Or the situation? Or just the fact that we might get caught. Let’s face it, we’re not exactly in the privacy of my bedroom here.

“Carter”, he says. His voice is deep. Commanding. I’ve never heard it like this before. “Get over here”.

That’s funny. Like I can even feel my legs right now.

He reaches down and grabs his dick, running his hand slowly from the shaft all the way to the tip, and then back again. “Just in-case you were wondering”, Parker murmurs, “I’m stone cold sober”.

“Anyone could walk in right now”.

“Let them”.

And if it all goes wrong? Then we’d be done. We’d have to be, right? You can only jump into the fire so many times before there’s nothing left to burn.

But that’s when he spits on his dick and starts to jerk himself off. I stay rooted to the spot, but my dick betrays me, visibly hardening. His eyes drop to my waist, where it’s undeniable.

I summon all my willpower, turn and stagger towards the door.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Carter”. Di Rossi growls. “Not now”.

I reach the door and turn back to face him. We lock eyes. I reach behind my back, and pull the bolt slowly over the latch. We’re locked in. He visibly exhales as a wicked grin spreads across his face. He reads my expression perfectly.

There’s no going back now.

I slowly start to walk towards him, stepping out of my sneakers on the way. His breath catches. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what you asked me to”. I catch up to him, pulling him closer as he continues to pleasure himself. His motion quickens. “How does it feel?” I whisper in his ear.

“Fucking immense”. Beads of sweat work their way down his chest. He’s at full hardness, and he’s big. Just as big as me. “This is all I think about”.

It is? Since when? Has he always –

That’s the problem with screwing your best friend. He knows me just as well as I know myself. There’s nothing in this world I want more than to drag my fingers down that firm, masculine body, and he knows it.

He takes a step forward, the challenge written all over his face. His expression is raw, animalistic even. The way he’s looking at me. Like I’m nothing more than a piece of meat.

And God help me, it’s turning me on.

Parker grabs himself tightly. He’s so fucking arrogant. “How much do you want this?” he demands. He leans over me, his tongue firmly in my ear. “Tell me how you’d like me to do you, Carter”.

Nobody’s ever talked to me like this before. Ever. I don’t buy into that bullshit that in a gay relationship, someone has to take on the submissive role. I’m masculine, and that’s what I’m attracted to as well.

But I’ve never felt like this. Like I want to punch him in the face, ejaculate, and pass out, all at the same time. Is this what he’s like with women? A dominant animal.

I pull him into a kiss for my answer. He takes my lips hungrily, using his free hand to pull me closer. When we break apart, he breathlessly gestures to my gym gear. “Get it off. All of it. Right now”.

I turn my baseball cap slowly to the side, and slowly pull off my vest. I let it slip to the floor next to Parker’s towel, and rub my hands across my abdomen, enjoying the way his eyes widen as I slip my fingers over my taut stomach.

“What?” I ask, mimicking him. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before”.

He doesn’t answer. His finger starts tracing a line from my chest right down my stomach. One. Two. He carries on until he counts to eight. The precum flowing from his dick only makes his strokes more intense. And wetter.

“Don’t stop”, he says hoarsely. “Come on. You’re playing catch up”. I catch sight of myself in the mirror.

I step out of my shorts and toss them on the bench. I make to take off my cap, but Parker stops me. He reaches out and turns it backwards, so the peak rests comfortably against my neck. “Suits you like this”.

Damn. So the fuckboy look does it for him. I’m learning all sort of things about my best friend today. I watch as his eyes greedily take me in. His hunger is evident. His eyes roam my body like it’s the first time that he’s really seen me. All of me.

I reach inside the fly of my boxers, and let out a sharp intake of breath.

Okay, I’m performing a little here, but fuck it. It’s turning us both on. His dick is so hard it looks painful, and I can see from the way he’s loosened his grip that he’s putting a hell of a lot of effort into not busting a nut all over both of us.

When it comes to me, he can’t control himself.

“Touch me”, Parker begs, “Please. You do it just how I need it”.

“Do you trust me?” He nods urgently. I steer him towards the bench. It’s wooden, warm from the steam. He lies down obediently, and I slide my hand up his thigh. “Relax”.

He gasps, startled, as I gently explore him with my fingers. The expression on his face will live with me until the day I die. “Does that feel good?”

“So fucking good”. I keep going, as he surrenders his body to me. Moments pass. It could be hours. His eyes roll open. “Let me touch you”. He licks his lips, actually licks them, before his hand grazes my manhood roughly. He takes me in one, then both hands with a tight grip.

“Is that okay?”

I moan in response from somewhere deep within my guts. Damn him. He’s always been a quick study. My breathing becomes heavy, numbing the electricity that hums all the way from my tip to my balls.

“You should see what I see”, he murmurs in my ear, nodding to the mirror.

I didn’t know how much my body was quivering until I see my own reflection. I watch, transfixed, as we work on each other. Finally, he sits up, pulling my back into his chest, as his dick grazes my ass.

It’s too soon for that. I’m not gonna push. Not today, when it feels so natural. Besides, I don’t have access to the part of my brain that can formulate speech. Not when his lips are doing whatever the hell it is they’re doing to my neck.

“Fuck”, is all I can manage. It’s never been like this before. I’m always dominant. But now, with Di Rossi, I’m not in control at all. It’s like he’s in charge of me, and I’ve got no will of my own. And as I start to feel a tidal wave rising up from my knees, I suddenly realise how not in control I am.

“Oh my fucking God”, I gasp out, as his grip tightens. My orgasm comes from nowhere, literally, shooting through my body as I explode uncontrollably. Everything slumps sideways, and I collapse backwards.

His arms wrap firmly around me, as he lowers me to the floor. He finishes then too, all over me. For a second, all I can see are the bathroom lights, as I start to come round.

Parker stands over me, victorious. He looks down at me approvingly, and then a smile spreads over his face as his eyes find the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes”, he announces. “We set a new record”.