Page 13 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

CHAPTER NINE

SLATER

“Do these look right?” I ask, pushing the shrimp around in the pan. They smell damn good, that’s for sure. But the last thing I want to do is find a way to fuck them up so we end up with nothing but lettuce on our plates tonight.

AJ’s hand brushes against my hip as he cranes to look over my shoulder.

The casual touch makes my insides feel all jumpy and electric.

Fuck, have I always reacted like this when other dudes touched me and I just never noticed?

Maybe I’m just a slut for physical contact.

I still haven’t totally ruled out the possibility that getting laid would clear this whole thing up.

His touch is gone as quickly as it came and I actually fucking miss it.

“It looks good. Go ahead and take it off the heat.”

There’s an easy confidence in his answer that makes me feel…

I don’t know, awed maybe? Jealous? Impressed?

AJ seems to have that air about him like he just knows shit and is so damn sure of himself.

I feel like I’m pretty good at faking it, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt confident about my skills or knowledge or much of anything.

I was just a big, dumb jock growing up and somehow I became a big, dumb jock in a management position.

I still don’t know if it’s even what I want.

“Alright, bring that over here,” AJ says.

He shows me how to make the wraps, which is actually pretty easy. It would be even easier if I weren’t so damn aware of every time our arms brush against each other and the smell of the natural musk coming from him. He smells even more delicious than the shrimp.

I bite back a laugh at that ridiculous thought.

“You ever use dating apps?” I blurt.

“Yeah, of course. Total pain in the ass, but kind of a necessary evil in today’s dating world.

” He chuckles, then hesitates for a second, giving me a sideways glance like he’s not sure if he should say whatever’s on his mind.

I can practically see the “fuck it” flash across his grin before he keeps talking.

“Best blowjob I ever got was from this chick I met through an app.”

“Really?” I arch an eyebrow and grin right back, bumping my hand against his as I reach for the last of the lettuce to finish my final wrap. “Don’t leave me hanging. What made it so good?”

“She was so into it. You know when you can tell that sucking you off is just something they think they’re supposed to do but it’s actually a total chore?”

I nod, thinking back to plenty of blowjobs exactly like that.

“Totally. I hate that shit.”

“Exactly,” AJ says as we both pick up our plates and carry them into the living room.

We plop down on the couch, ESPN still playing on the TV, and dig in.

“Anyway, she was the complete opposite. She acted like she was starving for my cock. She was moaning the whole time and touching herself, absolutely fucking slobbering all over me.” His voice gets lower and raspier as he describes it.

We’re sitting close enough that our knees bump and our thighs are just barely touching, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach down to adjust his cock.

His story has mine starting to chub too.

Instead of imagining a chick like that between my legs, giving me a sloppy blowie though, I end up picturing what AJ must have looked like.

Is he rough when he gets sucked? Does he like to knot his fingers in their hair and fuck their throats?

Or is he more passive, spreading his thick thighs wide and just relaxing into the pleasure?

Ah, fuck, now I’m sporting a full hard-on. I shift and try to discreetly adjust myself.

“Also…” He stops and I look over. He’s staring straight ahead, but not actually looking at the TV, and there’s a little bit of pink creeping into his cheeks. “I… uh… have really sensitive nipples and she played with them while she blew me.”

My gaze drops to where his tank top is sitting slightly askew across his massive pecs, one rogue nipple on display like it always is.

That’s his party tit, always ready for a night out on the town.

I’m going to miss it once winter rolls around and he trades his slutty gym tanks in for something warmer.

Like he can feel my stare, his nipple hardens, pebbling instantly into a nub that looks like it’s dying to be flicked and bitten. My cock throbs and I force my attention back to my plate.

“What about you?” he asks. “Best blowjob you ever got?”

I scarf down my shrimp wraps while I think about the question.

When I’m done, I set my empty plate on the coffee table then lean back and lick the sauce off of my fingers.

AJ makes a sound like he’s clearing his throat and shifts around next to me, his thigh pressing harder against mine.

I look over and he’s staring at his nearly empty plate like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“Oh, okay, I know,” I finally say. “It was this girl I met at a party in college.” AJ finishes up his food and sets his plate down too.

He slings his arm across the back of the couch and finally stops pretending to watch the TV.

He looks over at me with heat and curiosity in his eyes.

Just two dudes trading sex stories, nothing more hetero than this.

“We danced and drank a bit, and she kept whispering the filthiest stuff in my ear. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I dragged her into the laundry room of the frat house and locked the door, and she was on her knees without me even having to ask her for it.

She deepthroated me like it was her fucking job and then she… ”

I cut myself off, not sure I should tell him the last bit. Is he the kind of dude who will think it’s kinda gay?

AJ bumps his knee against mine, intentionally this time, and raises both eyebrows at me.

“Come on, man. I told you the nipple thing.” He laughs, but something soft flashes through his eyes, like maybe he’s hoping I’ll give him something a little embarrassing to level the playing field again.

“ Shestuckherfingerupmybutt ,” I mumble in a rush, the words all running together.

He screws his face up with confusion for a second and then he wheezes out a laugh.

“Seriously? She fingered your ass?” AJ angles himself towards me just a little more and lowers his voice like he’s afraid someone is going to overhear us. “What did it feel like?”

I clench my ass cheeks at the memory. My cock throbs again and I flex my toes against the wood floor.

“Um… weird.” I laugh. “But also… uh… really good. I always wondered if I only liked it because I was drunk. I never had the courage to test out that theory and, you know, go there sober.”

Fuck, I can’t believe I’m admitting this out loud.

I’ve never told anyone, not even any of the girlfriends I’ve had since then.

I was worried if I did that they would either think I was a freak or, maybe worse, they’d be into it and want to peg me or something.

Heat twists so aggressively in my gut that my pulse spikes and my breath catches.

He leans in a little closer with even more curiosity dancing in his eyes, like he has a hell of a lot more questions now that he’s holding back. Fuck, I hope he doesn’t ask. I don’t think I can answer any of them.

“After listening to my brother, Cas, go on and on about the wonders of the prostate, I totally get why it was so good,” I say. “Lots of straight guys are into that kind of stuff too.” I know I don’t need to defend myself, but I do it anyway, just to be safe.

“Yeah,” AJ says easily, and I relax a little. His hand drops between his legs and he cups the stiff outline of his cock, not bothering to try to be sly about it this time. “Shit, I’m horny now.” He laughs and looks away again.

“Same.” I chuckle too, pressing the heel of my palm into the base of my cock.

After a second, he pulls his hand off of his cock. It looks harder than ever, straining in his tight shorts. I can even see the swollen outline of his balls.

“I think I’m gonna go take a shower,” he says gruffly.

“Going to jerk off?” I tease.

He snorts. “Yeah, if you have to know. I’m gonna go think about sloppy blowjobs and take care of this thing.” He points at his erection.

I squeeze my dick through my shorts and his eyes land on it. For some reason, that makes me even harder. Maybe I like having an audience? That’s a kink I could live with.

“Same,” I say again, my voice getting deeper and rougher too.

It feels like we’re in some kind of standoff, both waiting for the other person to blink first. I’m still unclear whose idea it was to jerk off together last night, and if it was mine, then I really don’t want to be the one to suggest it again.

I chew on the inside of my cheek and squeeze my cock through my shorts again. If neither of us are going to work up the balls to bring it up, then I wish AJ would hurry up and go so I can take care of things. But, fuck , I think I want him to stay.

Is this a Hail Mary situation? How many “no homos” do I have to do to absolve myself of wanting AJ to whip his dick out right now?

“Since you showed me your favorite video last night, maybe…”

“Yeah.” I answer before he’s even finished with his suggestion.

Who needs chill when I could have another confusingly hot jerk sesh with AJ instead?

His lips twitch and he reaches for his phone.

AJ

If we’re both going to be jerking off anyway, no reason to make it weird by going to separate rooms. This way we can rub one out and get back to watching the highlights. It’s fucking efficient when you really think about it.