Page 17 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

CHAPTER TWELVE

SLATER

AJ sheds his shorts and kicks them down towards where he left his shirt. Even in the dark, the sight of his nearly naked body has my insides heating and buzzing with electricity. His cock is already thickening in his jock, plumping and swelling right before my eyes. Fuck, that’s so fucking… hot .

At some point over the last few weeks of jerking off together my dick started to associate AJ with orgasms, and it seems like he’s suffering the same affliction. I realize I’m staring and jerk my gaze away from his dick. He gives me a shy smile in the dark.

“You’re not going to sleep in your wet clothes, are you?” he whispers, his voice low and husky.

Goose bumps prickle over my skin and I swallow hard and shake my head.

No, of course I’m not going to sleep in my damp clothes.

That would be super uncomfortable. But since I was expecting to sleep alone in here and I figured it would be hot and humid all weekend, I didn’t exactly pack pajamas.

I guess he didn’t either, so we’re just going to have to deal with the fact that we’re about to spend the night practically naked, stuffed into this tiny tent together.

Not panting. Not panting. Not?—

“You okay, man?” he asks, still whispering, probably afraid the other guys will hear us and think things about the fact that he’s in my tent telling me to strip.

Okay, I can see where that might give people the wrong impression.

I lick my lips and huff out a laugh to ease some of the tension building in my chest, then I grab the collar of my tank and tug it over my head. It’s hard to undress in such a tight space. I accidentally knee AJ in the thigh as I struggle out of my shorts and kick them away.

Once I’m in just my jock, there’s nothing left to do but lie down.

He left as much room for me as possible, but it’s not much.

The only way for us both to fit is on our sides, barely an inch of space between our bodies, our hot breath mingling with every exhale.

The rain is still beating loudly against the tent, but I can barely hear it over the thunder of my pulse in my ears and the sound of our breathing.

He shifts around a little, trying to get comfortable, his thick, furry thigh brushing against mine and our chests bumping.

“Sorry,” he murmurs quietly with an apologetic smile.

“It’s okay,” I whisper back.

It’s better than okay. Fuck, I think I want more of it. I’ve been twisting myself into knots for the past two weeks finding a million excuses to get closer to AJ, but the truth is, I think I just want it. Maybe I want him .

It’s a lot to process. Too much right now, with his skin warm and naked against mine and all the blood in my body pooled in my throbbing cock.

Pressed up against each other like this, it’s impossible to miss the slight tremble that moves through him or the little huff of his breath like he’s trying as hard as I am to breathe normally.

Without talking about it, without any jokes or teasing or justification, we both end up with our hands down the front of our jocks.

Of course we’re not going to talk about it.

If we did that we might have to admit to ourselves or each other that jerking off on the couch to porn is one thing—it’s something straight guys do together—but this is something different.

His knuckles bump mine through the layers of fabric between us, and without even thinking about it, I try to match his strokes. Slow, steady tugs slicked by the precum dripping down my shaft.

AJ’s mouth hangs open less than an inch from mine, his hot, sweet breath puffing against my lips with every choked moan he tries not to let out.

I can taste the sweetness of his breath on my tongue, and it makes me ache all the way to my toes.

I bite back a whimper and stroke myself a little faster. He grunts and speeds up too.

My eyes drop to his lips and my balls pull tighter, heat building in my gut with every jerk. I want to taste his tongue, hot and wet inside my mouth. I want to know what his stubble feels like against my lips. I want to kiss him so fucking badly I can hardly breathe.

I press my thigh against his, mesmerized by the way his hair tugs against mine just a little.

The hard peak of his nipple brushes against my chest and a moan tightens in my throat.

I swallow it down, along with the urge to dip my head and drag my tongue over the stiff, sensitive bud.

He mentioned he likes them played with, and even if he hadn’t, I would have figured it out.

Sometimes when we jerk off, he’s more fixated on tugging and teasing his nipples than he is on his dick.

I wonder if he could come from nipple play alone?

My cock spasms in my grip and I grind my teeth to stifle the urge to groan as I imagine straddling his large body, licking and biting his nipples until he shoots his load untouched all over me.

I don’t think I can “no homo” my way out of wanting to tongue fuck my bestie.

I don’t think there are any mental justifications I’ll be able to come up with for wanting to lick his nipples until he comes all over me.

And I think I'm okay with it. Maybe better than okay with it? Again, really not the time for deep soul searching, but I know my heart isn’t pounding out of panic, and that’s enough for tonight.

He lets out a quiet grunt and the back of my hand bumps against his with our increasingly frenzied strokes.

His cock is so close to mine. One slip of either of our hands and they might touch.

My stomach clenches with heat and my toes curl.

What would it feel like? Is that a thing gay dudes do together?

Rubbing their cocks together until they come?

I imagine the feeling of AJ’s massive body pinning me down as he humps his cock against mine.

Holy fuck. I bite the inside of my cheek and squeeze my cock harder, not wanting it to be over yet. But as practiced as I am at edging, I don’t think there’s anything that’s going to slow things down. AJ makes another quiet sound and I can feel his body start to tense.

It’s pre-nut insanity. I’m mind-fucked with the need to come, lacking fucking oxygen to my brain as our hot breath fills up the tent and our body heat makes the air almost too heavy to breathe. All of these are great excuses for the crazy bullshit that tumbles out of my mouth next.

“Come,” I whisper gruffly.

AJ’s eyes widen a fraction with surprise, and then he shudders, his whole body quaking against mine. He sinks his teeth into his lip to muffle the moans that try to escape as he falls over the edge. I’m right behind him, my balls constricting so hard it almost hurts and my cock pulsing in my grip.

I shove my underwear down at the very last second, realizing that the last thing I want is to end up sleeping in a cum-soaked jock.

AJ seems to have had the same thought, a hot, sticky rope of his cum landing on my belly at the same time as my own.

I pant silently through the waves of pleasure that wash over me, my cum spraying over both of us just like his does until we’re both sticky and breathless and spent.

He wheezes out a choked laugh and I reach for my shirt to wipe myself off. AJ does the same and I wait for the moment of post-nut horror to hit me. I’m cleaning another dude’s cum off my body. That should freak me the fuck out, right?

But it doesn’t come. I feel just as chill about it as I did a few minutes ago.

He laughs again and tosses his tank back towards his feet.

“No homo?” he whispers softly.

I bite the inside of my cheek.

Honestly, maybe homo?

I can’t say it though. Even as a joke. The words stick in my throat and instead I just laugh and punch his shoulder.

“Night, man,” I murmur, hoping I sound casual and not like my entire view of myself is shifting under my feet.

His lips twitch with a grin.

“Night, bro.”

AJ

Waking up to the sound of birds is a nice change of pace after my first month and a half in the city.

Unfortunately, instead of lying here and appreciating the peacefulness of it, I have to deal with the fact that I’m playing big spoon to Slater’s little spoon.

His body is tucked up against mine, his ass pressed firmly against my morning wood, our skin sticky with sweat as if we’ve been cuddling like this for hours already.

My arm is wrapped around him like he’s my favorite teddy bear.

“Shit,” I mutter, memories of last night flooding my mind like a tidal wave.

The two of us pressed up against each other, jerking our cocks, my nipples rubbing against his hard, smooth chest, our cum covering each other…

“Shit,” I whisper again, my heart in my throat and my cock swelling rapidly.

Slater grunts in his sleep, wiggling his hips to grind his bare ass against my dick.

Shit, shit, shit. There’s not enough space in this tent to scramble away, but I do my best. I need to get out of here before the other guys wake up and see me crawling out of Slater’s tent.

I’ll never hear the end of it. They’ll think we…

I swallow hard and shake my head.

It’s not like that, but they wouldn’t understand. It’s just guys being guys.

I gather up my clothes and unzip the flap.

It’s still gray with not-quite morning light.

The ground is soggy under my palms as I crawl out and then straighten up.

To my horror, my gaze lands on Silas already sitting by the fire.

All of our trash from last night is picked up and everyone else’s folding chairs are flipped upside down to dry, so I’m guessing he’s been up for a while.

My heart lodges itself in my throat. There’s really no good way to defend this, is there? Rushing out of Slater’s tent before dawn with my clothes in my hands, wearing nothing but a jockstrap. I wait for it—the teasing, the knowing smirk. My stomach twists and I hold my breath.

Silas nods at me, his face impassive, then scoots forward in his chair to poke at the fire.

“Morning. I’ve got instant coffee if you want some, and the fire should be hot enough to cook up some eggs and bacon soon.”

That’s it?

I open and close my mouth a few times, trying to recalibrate my response from the excuses I was just working on. My tent had a leak, my clothes were wet, it’s not what it looks like.

But that’s all he says. He doesn’t mention Slater. He doesn’t ask or tease or even smirk. He just tilts his head towards the tin of instant coffee and the portable kettle sitting next to the fire pit.

“Thanks,” I rasp. “I need to hang all my shit up to dry and figure out where the leak was coming from in my tent first, then I’ll come have some coffee.”

I tug my clothes on and Silas just nods.

While I’m sorting my shit out, Slater crawls out of his tent.

He’s wearing fresh clothes and his hat is back on his head as usual.

He blinks around with a dopey, half-asleep look on his face and Silas calls out the same morning greeting he gave me.

Slater’s eyes linger on me for several seconds and I hold his gaze.

I know well enough by now that he’s not going to make it weird by mentioning what happened last night, but I still let out a relieved breath when he just nods and shuffles over to help himself to the instant coffee.

Everything is fine. Nothing has changed. I’m definitely not going to think about the feeling of his body last night or the way he whispered “ Come ” in the dark and, as if he had a direct line to my dick, I did .

What happens in the woods stays in the woods, right?