Page 12 of Summer Skin
PEELING BACK THEsheets, Aven glanced up at Chase in question. “Which side do you want?”
“We’re sharing a bed?” Chase squeaked out. After the near boner alert caused by wrestling, it seemed like an even more epically bad idea than he’d originally feared.
“I mean, yeah? There’s only one bed. Where’d you think you were going, my floor?” His brows drew together like that would be ridiculous. “It’s a queen. And I promise I don’t kick in my sleep.”
“Right.” Chase listed off the symptoms of a sudden onset of severe food poisoning in his head. Truth be told, thinking of the two of them in bed together, he did feel a good-sized knot growing in his stomach, so it wouldn’t be too far off to feign an emergency and run.
Aven tugged the hot pink dress over his head and Chase had to look away because, holy shit, Aven Sinclair shirtless was something his brain simply could not currently process. All those glorious ridges and lines creating a body that looked way more fit for the plastic world of Ken and Barbie than the real world here and now.
He was perfect.
Aven was perfect.
And Chase was a mess of skinny legs and arms. Of haircuts from his sister and clothes from Californian thrift stores. He didn’t belong here in this unnaturally hot guy’s bedroom. Not at all.
But fuck. Aven was gorgeous.
Beyond.
“You sleeping in your jeans, Matthews?”
“No?” he guessed, still facing away from Aven. Probably not. Probably that would make all of this even more weird. Aven down to his black boxer-briefs and Chase cocooned in full clothing like some sort of anxious virgin bride.
He pulled his jeans down slowly, inch-by-inch, but after kicking them aside, decided it felt okay to leave his shirt on. No need to contrast what he had going on with Adonis over there.
When he turned around, Aven was watching, waiting for him to get into bed, and he pulled the sheets back on Chase’s side, inviting him in.
They settled, side-by-side, but not touching. Chase made damn sure of that. Aven told the bedroom lights to turn off, and they went black on his command, leaving the room in total darkness except for the thin slice of moonlight shining in from the windows.
There was total silence and Chase laid there, stiff as a board. Wondering how on earth he would ever relax enough to fall into sleep. Berating himself, yet again, for putting himself in this uncomfortable position in the first place.
A sound came from Aven’s side of the bed. Low, then louder all at once.
A chuckle.
“What?” Chase asked him. The dark making his question somehow come out louder than he’d meant.
“Just never had anyone spend the night with me besides Andi. It’s a little weird to get used to.”
Chase’s ears perked up. “Andi spends the night?”
“Sometimes. Been sneaking over since we were kids.”
Something about the mask of night made him brave enough to finally ask. “So what is it with you and Andi?”
“What are you asking, Matthews? If we get it on when she comes over?”
“Kinda,” he admitted, “yeah.”
“I mean, well, she was my first kiss. Like, we practiced on each other. But nah, nothing other than that.”
“So, you’ve never ...” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say.
“What? Had sex?”
“Not that it’s really my business, but—”
“Nope. If you haven’t noticed, she’s way out of my league. And anyway, we’re better off as friends. She’s my best friend, you know? We can tell each other anything.”
Chase tried to imagine what that might feel like. The trust that must exist between the two of them. He’d never felt safe being open in that way. There was trust with Brooklyn, sure, but he understood that sometimes it was better to lock his true thoughts away to protect her.
Aven shifted on the bed, his body moving closer.
“You wanna tell me a secret, Matthews? Something you can only say in the dark?”
Chase swallowed, the sound too loud in the quiet of the room.
He wasn’t sure what it would feel like to tell someone the truth.
“We can make a pact not to tell anyone else. Like if we go, On my highest truth I fully swear …”
Chase held in a laugh, waiting for what might come next.
“Well?” Aven asked.
“Well what?”
“Say it!” Aven insisted, knocking his foot against Chase’s.
He waited for Chase to repeat the phrase before going on. “That anything said under the glow of the moon …”
“That anything said under the glow of the moon …”
“Stays in Vegas.”
“Stays in—what?”
“You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
“But we’re not in Vegas?”
“It’s the same concept though, come on.”
“How about stays in this room?” Chase suggested.
“Okay, yeah, that’ll work.”
“Anything said under the glow of the moon stays in this room.”
“Forevermore.”
“Forevermore,” Chase echoed. “What happens now?”
“We tell each other a secret.”
“Okay.” Chase tugged his bottom lip into his mouth. “Can you go first?”
“Sure. What do you want to know?”
What would you say if you knew how much I like you? Who were you eyeing at the party tonight? Why didn’t you want to hook up with Heidi?
“What”d she say to you on the stairs?” The question slipped out. It was such a shallow waste of a question. But still, he wondered.
“Who?” Aven asked, clueless.
“Heidi.”
“Oh.” There was a slight pause and then a snicker. “She, uh, she asked if I wanted to go upstairs and eat her ass.”
“What!” Chase rose, leaning up on his elbows. “Is that … something you”ve done together before?”
There was a pause, like Aven was weighing ‘don’t kiss and tell’ against their solemn swear in the moonlight. Then, sorta quietly, he admitted, “Yeah.”
“What’s it like?” Again with the blurting out a question before thinking, but well. The whole idea here was to freely ask and tell in the dark.
“Going to town on someone”s asshole?”
“Jesus, Aven. Sure, if you want to put it that way.”
It was quiet for a moment. So still that Chase could hear the rise and fall of Aven’s breath. Then, “It”s so fucking good.”
Chase froze. The beat of his heart quickened. “You like it?”
“Nah. I love it.” Chase could almost hear him grinning. “Could eat ass for hours.”
Girl ass, Chase thinks. Waxed, pink, doll holes.
“You get a girl on her hands and knees and pull down her panties—”
Uh. Okay. Chase’s dick sure liked the sound of that. The image of Aven kneeling behind a woman, ready to rim her ass, and he went hard all at once, thanking all the stars in the universe for the cover of blankets.
“—tongue her so good she’s begging for it. You know?”
“Um.”
“Then I get a finger in her.”
A filthy groan filled the room, and with utter humiliation, Chase realized the sound came from his own mouth.
“Fuck, Matthews.”
Chase waited for Aven to demand he get the hell out. No fuckin’ thanks to bringing creepy moans into the bedroom when they were supposedly just sharing secrets in the dark.
The very last thing Chase was expecting was what came next.
“I’m hard as hell over here. I gotta jerk off, do you mind?”
Oh.
Holy.
God.
Mindwasn’t exactly the word Chase would use. Crave it, would be a lot more apt.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, dude,” he said lightly, trying to sound cool. In reality, it was a good thing he got the words out without choking on his own tongue. “Go for it.”
There was a slight rustle of bedsheets as Aven slid his briefs down.
What the fuck. What the F.U.C.K. What the actual fuck was going on?
His mind raced, no clue what he was supposed to do here. There’d never been a high school course on the proper etiquette for sharing a bed with a masturbating friend whose dick you wanted down your throat.
Then …
“You can, too, if you want,” Aven said, a dare in his tone.
Chase swallowed audibly. “Want what?”
“To touch yourself.” The sound of slow, steady movement as Aven pulled up and down on his own cock filled the air. “Have you ever done it?” he asked Chase.
“Jacked off?”
“No,” Aven said, low, under his breath, “have you ever eaten a girl out?”
Chase blinked rapidly in the direction of the ceiling.
“Oh my god.”
Aven made a small noise of protest from the back of his throat. “Hey, you asked me first.”
Fair.
“Okay. I’ve eaten a girl out before.” Chase squeezed his cock through his shorts. This entire situation was a little too surreal. “Just not her ass.”
“But you’ve thought about it?”
Thought about eating Aven’s ass out.
It was becoming clear this wasn’t just two dudes telling secrets after midnight. The more they shared with each other, the more Chase realized this for what it was—dirty talk. Foreplay. Like one of his late night fantasies brought to life. And he wasn’t sure if Aven understood how close he was to playing with fire, trading sex stories in the dark.
Rubbing over his cotton-covered dick, Chase answered, “I’ve thought about it.” Then, testing Aven’s reaction, “Gotten off thinking about it.”
A small, pleased noise came from Aven’s side of the bed. Like Chase had answered exactly right.
“Are you touching yourself, Chase?”
He paused before saying truthfully, “Yes.”
“You gonna let me watch?”
A quick inhale, and Chase’s heart stuttered with a million anxious thoughts galloping through his head. What if this was some sort of fucked up friendship test and he was supposed to say no? What if this entire past month was the ultimate gotcha—and once he felt safe enough to take his cock out, Aven would … do what? Laugh? Take a picture and send it to a group chat? Openly mock Chase for wanting sex with another man?
“Aven,” he whispered, unsure, his gaze going to the other side of the bed.
The curtains were drawn, the moonlight illuminating Aven’s handsome face. The way he was looking back made Chase’s breath catch in his throat, this heady mix of desire and hope blending in his chest.
“Can I watch you?” Aven asked, his hand moving to the blanket covering them up. A flimsy shield keeping this from being two guys getting off to two guys getting off with each other.
Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, Chase nodded, and then Aven’s hand was shoving the blanket down, and there it was, Aven’s cock. And he was fully hard—turned on in a way that made clear this wasn’t any sort of silly prank.
Thumbing over the head of his cock, Aven gathered pre-cum, and fisted himself, making a noise, way down in his throat. “Chase,” he rasped, “show me yours.”
Chase could barely breathe. The reality of being with Aven like this, in his bed, naked, thrummed through his head way faster than he could process.
“Please?” Aven asked, a little breathless, and the pleading note in his tone had Chase pulling at his boxers until his cock sprang free, like it had finally been released from a cage of cotton.
Chase gave himself a tug, shocking a breath out of Aven. It felt good, felt fucking fantastic, actually, and knowing Aven was watching only made it that much hotter.
“Lick your hand,” Aven commanded, voice low, “get it wet.”
The sensation got even better after that. Chase fucking into his own fist, eyes on Aven’s cock while he watched Chase back.
“Have you ever done this with another guy?” Aven asked. His breath was a quick series of pants in and out.
“No. Only you.”
“Me too.”
It was quiet for long seconds, the only noise coming from the rhythmic sound of them stroking their own cocks. Then Aven’s hand landed on Chase’s chest, warm fingertips spreading across his ribcage until they curled their way up, thumb circling his nipple before giving it a quick tug through the cotton of Chase’s t-shirt, sending shivers down his spine.
“Do you like playing with your nipples when you jerk off?”
“I … I like you playing with them,” Chase answered, honest.
Aven leaned in, voice honeyed, his breath tickling the shell of Chase’s ear. “I like it too,” he said, tracing a fingertip over Chase’s nipple, pinching it lightly over and over again. “A whole lot.”
A whine left Chase’s throat, his breath escaping in gasps for air.
A part of him was having trouble believing any of this was really happening at all.
But it was.
It was.
Aven’s hand on his chest. Aven’s strangled breath in his ear. Aven hard and desperate and horny all around him.
Chase jacked his dick in long, twisting strokes, and bit down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning, but he couldn’t stop a soft sound of pleasure from sneaking out.
“Mm,” Aven murmured in response. “Yeah, just like that. Let me hear you.”
Pre-cum beading on the tip of his cock, Chase let the moment take over, his legs dropping open, his hand pleasuring himself in all the ways he liked best to the sound of Aven’s wild breath.
“That how you like it?” Aven asked. “God, your dick’s so hard, you need to come bad, huh?”
“Aven,” he whimpered. “Shut up, god, shut up, you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the whole end game to this, babe,” Aven told him, amused. “Lean up for a sec.”
Raising up on his elbows, Chase eyed Aven’s thick cock, wishing the lights were turned on so he could see better, wishing to touch, to taste … to take the entire thing into his mouth.
“Spit for me,” Aven told him, his hand cupped in front of Chase. A moment of hesitation, and then Chase gathered his saliva, pooling it in his mouth and delivering it into the palm of Aven’s waiting hand.
For a heartbeat, he was sure Aven was going to touch him, but the spit-soaked palm landed right back on Aven’s own cock, spreading Chase’s saliva around the head, and then dragging his fist down the entire length, making a sound of pleasure that sent a tingle shooting straight up Chase’s spine.
“Oh, god,” Aven moaned, “oh fuck.”
Chase’s toes curled, the motion he was using to jerk himself quickening.
“What we were talking about earlier?” Aven rasped. “Would you let someone?”
“What?” he asked a little dazedly, head muddy with sex.
“Would you let someone kiss your asshole?”
Chase came. Very suddenly, with little warning. A spray of white across his knuckles.
“Guess that’s a yes, and I would, you know,” Aven said, and it took a few blinks for Chase to even realize what he was talking about.
Holy shit.
He’d just jizzed to Aven Sinclair talking dirty.
And it was one of the best orgasms of his life.
Aven’s hand slid down, dragging a finger through the semen coating Chase’s skin, gathering it up and sucking it into his mouth. There was a soft moan, and he could pinpoint the moment Aven came—this series of masculine grunts as his body tensed and released.
Then everything went silent, and Chase did no more than simply breathe, because he didn’t know if this was when Aven was going to turn on him. Tell him it was just a heat of the moment thing, and no homo, bro. Crumble up the passion between them and toss it out before it had a chance to grow.
But Aven only handed him a box of Kleenex from the nightstand and rose from bed, stretching his arms up towards the ceiling. “Gonna go shower this off, you wanna come?”
Chase inhaled deeply. The thing was, on one hand, hell yeah he did, but on the other, he needed some space to process this. In the dark. On his own. No matter how appealing Aven Sinclair standing naked under recessed lighting in running water would be. “Um, it’s cool. I can clean off here.”
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal.
And maybe for Aven it wasn’t. Maybe for Aven, who seemed happy to sleep with whomever was sitting to his left, this was just another tick off his sexual exploration bucket list—No 103: eat a male friend’s cum.
But that’s not what this was to Chase.
Not at all.
Wiping the last of his jizz from his hands, Chase tossed the used tissues in the wastebasket on Aven’s side of the bed. He pulled his boxers up, hiding away his dick, still in a dizzy sort of haze over what had happened between them.
He huffed out a breath, hands tucked beneath his head, staring up at the ceiling. The bathroom door was open and the gentle pitter-patter of the shower running created a soft, comforting sound.
His thoughts drifted to Aven’s touch, to the possibility of ever having that again. To the idea of doing more.
Maybe even touching Aven back.
Exhilaration soared through his chest. He let himself float on it, not wanting to let the fantasy hit the ground.