Page 20 of The Bro Date (Best Bros Forever #2)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

SHANE

W e come home to an empty house, slipping our shoes off by the front door. I’m so fucking glad that Jake and Spencer stayed back at the fair, because I’m ready to kiss Toby with no one watching and no one home.

“Should we?—”

I cut Toby off, pressing my mouth to his soft, plump lips.

He leans into me, whimpering and looping his arms around my neck.

I run my hands down his back, over the swell of his ass, and grab the backs of his thighs, kneading them through his jeans.

Toby gets the idea, jumping up as I lift him and wrapping his legs around my waist.

Something hard presses into me, catching me off guard, but my body instantly reacts. My cock starts to chub up, and I’m not even mad about it. I walk very carefully up the stairs with Toby clinging to me like a baby spider monkey. We crash through my bedroom door and tumble onto the bed.

Toby lands on top of me, straddling me with a sexy little smirk on his lips. I grab two handfuls of ass, squeezing and kneading and trying not to picture him in that tiny black thong. Or better yet, something red and lacey.

Fuuuck.

I’ve got it bad for him. Game over. I give in completely. It’s not even about protecting him anymore or showing him how he should be treated.

I fucking want him.

Toby leans down and kisses me, grinding his erection against my abs while his tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine.

I squeeze his ass cheeks again, pressing him harder into my stomach while his hips rock against me. “Fuck, Tobes. I love your ass,” I groan into his mouth. “It’s perfect.”

I want to bite it and lick it and try everything possible with it.

The sexed-up thoughts fill my brain out of nowhere, and it’s so unfamiliar yet so exhilarating. I’ve never lusted after anyone this hard. Toby trails feather-soft kisses across my jaw and down my neck, nipping the delicate skin and sending goosebumps sprawling across my body.

How does that feel so good?

He pulls my T-shirt to the side, stretching it out and biting the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. My body automatically jerks, and a shiver runs down my spine, making my cock throb painfully inside my pants.

Toby lifts his head, pupils completely blown. “Is this okay?”

I nod, my chest heaving and nostrils flaring. “You can do whatever you want. No one’s watching, and no one’s judging. It’s just you and me, Tobes.” I slip my hand into his curls and pull his mouth down to mine, angling his head just right and sealing my words with a kiss.

He starts grinding against me again, but faster this time, shamelessly seeking more friction. I deepen the kiss, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging lightly.

I’m so fucking hard for him, I feel like I could explode.

I bend my knees and grip his hips, thrusting against his ass while my cock presses into the seam of my jeans. I don’t give a fuck if I end up with a zipper imprint, I can’t stop moving with him.

Toby whimpers, pulling back ever-so-slightly and moaning into my mouth. “I . . . I think I’m gonna come.”

Red-hot desire shoots through me, my heart rate spiking and adrenaline surging.

I’ve never wanted something so badly in all my life.

My cock aches for him.

“Come for me, butterfly,” I whisper, encouraging him to let go.

Toby immediately cries out, stilling against me as his cock pulses inside his jeans. “ Oh my God, Shane! ”

Hearing him moan and groan and call my name has my whole body twitching as I come without so much as a gust of air on my dick.

“Holy fucking shit,” Toby pants. “I just came in my underwear.” His already flushed face turns crimson.

There’s absolutely no reason for him to feel embarrassed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I came too,” I admit, reaching down to adjust my pants and grimacing at the sticky mess.

Toby sucks in a sharp breath of air, his eyes widening in surprise. “ You did? ”

I nod, and Toby rolls off with a laugh. He flops to the bed next to me, his arms resting above his head. We both stare up at the ceiling, lying there in shock with sticky, cum-filled boxers.

What the fuck did we just do?

I thought it might be awkward hanging out around our roommates after we kissed, but I’m glad I was wrong.

Jake and Spencer came home later that afternoon, and I offered to make everyone dinner if they were up for steaks, baked potatoes, and salad.

After we all pitch in and help clean up, we decide to spend our night at home watching a movie.

“Oh man, I’m so full,” Jake whines, holding his stomach and plopping down on the couch. “That was delicious, bro. Thanks.”

I grunt, stretching out on the love seat with my legs hanging off and holding my arms out for Toby to come lie on me.

He glances over at Jake and Spencer sprawled out on the couch, then back at me hesitantly.

I know he’s unsure how far to take things in front of our friends, but he can just follow my lead.

Nodding in reassurance, I reach out and grab his hand, tugging him down.

Toby lies on top of me, settling between my slightly spread thighs.

With his hands on my chest, he leans forward and kisses me in front of our friends.

I tilt my head, kissing him back, and making sure I keep my hands on his back instead of wandering down to his ass where I want them to be.

“ Shit. Maybe I’m gay, too, ’cause that’s kinda hot,” Jake says, instantly making us pull apart.

“Maybe the whole house is gay, ’cause I concur,” Spencer adds.

I grab the pillow from behind my head and throw it at him. “Not gay,” I grunt.

Jake snorts in disbelief, and I narrow my eyes at him before helping Toby off of me and sitting up straight.

“I’m not gay,” I repeat, and I can practically feel Toby shrink in on himself.

I need to fix that. “I . . . I think I’m bi.

I’m still attracted to girls, but the only person I like is Toby. And he’s a guy.”

That felt really weird to say out loud. But also good.

“ Yeah? ” Toby whispers, his amber eyes sparkling with concern. He reaches over and rubs my thigh reassuringly.

“Yeah,” I confirm.

“That’s awesome, dude,” Spencer says with a smile I know he means.

“In all seriousness, bro. You really do seem happier ever since y’all have started going on your bro dates.”

“Mhm,” Spencer hums, agreeing with Jake’s observation.

“Thanks, guys,” I mumble, uncomfortable with all of the attention. I wrap an arm around Toby’s shoulder, pulling him into me and hugging him tight. “I think we need a real date now,” I whisper into his ear, nipping at it while Spencer puts on one of his favorite superhero movies.

Toby shivers in my arms, so I grab the soft throw from the back of the couch and lie down with Toby in front of me.

I drape the blanket over us, hiding my wandering hands as they explore his body before landing on his perfect ass.

I lean forward, nuzzling my nose into his curls and breathing deeply.

“Are you smelling me?” he whispers, trying to keep his voice low so our friends don’t hear.

“Mhm,” I hum into his ear, breathing him in again.

“Why?”

“’Cause you smell good. Like honeysuckle and sunshine. Like home. ”

“Shane,” he whimpers. “You can’t just say stuff like that. I want you. ”

“ Shh. Just watch the movie,” I tell him, wrapping an arm around his torso and settling my hand over his heart.

“No jerking off under that blanket!” Jake suddenly shouts like a jackass.

“Oh, fuck off,” I grumble, and Toby just chuckles. “You think that’s funny?” I murmur, going in for a tickle.

“Don’t you dare!” he warns, and I make my move, tickling his sides and under his armpits. “ Ahh! No! ” he cries, laughing hysterically and tipping over sideways. He thumps to the ground like a sack of potatoes and rattles the coffee table.

“ Shit! ” I curse, slipping to the floor next to him. “You okay?” I ask, cradling his face between my palms.

“ Ouch, ” he laughs. “My butt.”

“Alright now. You guys need to take your weird foreplay to the bedroom,” Jake teases, making Spencer burst out laughing.

“I think we need to set some ground rules around here. First one. No handies in the living room, bro.” He fake gags, adding insult to injury.

“If I ever sit in splooge, I’m gonna crash out. ”

“Dude, shut up,” I tell him, helping Toby up off the ground. “Kinda sound like a prick.”

“I was kidding, Shane! Geez! Chill out.”

“You chill out,” I repeat, staring him down. My dark hair hangs in front of my eyes, giving me some protection, but if he’s got shit to say about me in my own house, then we’re going to have a problem.

“Don’t be like that.” He looks hurt, but I don’t care right now.

“Alright, enough,” Spencer says, intervening. “Jake, maybe take your humor down a notch when it comes to other people’s relationships, yeah? Shane, maybe take a breather?”

I narrow my eyes, but he’s not wrong. “Come on, Toby. Let’s go upstairs. I’ve got some studying to do anyway.”

“Yeah. Same,” Toby agrees, and we walk to his room in silence.

“Forget about him,” I say once we’re behind closed doors. “He’s always a dick. It’s one of his main personality traits.”

Toby nods in agreement, unzipping his backpack and getting out a thick Music History textbook. He drops it on his desk with a loud thunk.

“I know where I’m taking you on our first real date,” I say, changing the subject and hoping to make him smile.

“Really? Where?” His dimples pop out, and I lean down, kissing each one.

“Not telling,” I say with a grin, “But prepare to be wooed.”