“Yes.” He cleared his throat and slowly blinked his eyes open, looking down his chest and the pools of cum against his abs before dragging his stare up to my face. I didn’t know what he saw, and I worried I wouldn’t want to. I didn’t know how a man like him could look at me and ever see anything besides an old man who was safe to play some games with for a little while. “But what about you?”
“What about me?”
He gestured weakly toward my dick, pressing insistently at my zipper. I tugged it down and pulled my underwear down behind my balls, taking my erection into my hand. Slicked by the residuals of my spit and his cum, it only took a handful of strokes for me to bring myself off, shooting stripes of seed against Wesley’s flaccid cock and his stomach.
The orgasm turned my bones to jelly, and I bowed forward, bracing myself over top of him while I wrung my dick dry with a strangled grunt in the back of my throat.
“What about me?” I asked, trying to make light of it.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he whined, smacking my hand out of the way and testing the weight of my freshly-sated cock against his fingers. “I wanted to try it for myself.”
“Well…you can,” I promised him. “You just have to give me an hour or so to recover first.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Wesley
Keepinghands off my cock had become a near impossible thing for me. If it wasn’t my hand, it was Colin’s, and if it wasn’t my cock in my hand, it was his. To say we were comfortably parked at whatever base mutual and collaborative masturbation was would have been an understatement.
It was with thoughts of his cum against my fingers that sent me over the edge this time, painting stripes of jizz against the tiled shower wall. Doing my best to muffle my grunts, the water quickly washed away evidence of my orgasm. With an arm against the shower wall and my forehead propped against that, I struggled to catch my breath while the water sluiced down my shoulders and back.
Showers had become a long thing for me, considering I washed myself, jacked off, then had to wash all over again. I made quick work of it, knowing that I had to get out of the house or I was going to be late to meet Hendrix and Miles at Marzena’s for dinner. Grayson was coming too, and for as much as I bemoaned the time away from Colin in my bed, I was looking forward to dinner with the three of them again.
Marzena’s was a ridiculously overdone Polish restaurant that Miles had been going to since he was a kid. The owner knew him and Grayson on a first name basis, and it wasn’t long ago that Miles had shared it with my brother and me. Even though I’d only been visiting California the first time we went there, I could tell it was a big deal for Miles to share it with Hendrix. It was also the day Grayson and I solidified our friendship. A friendship I needed to pay more attention to than I had been.
Exhausted before the night was even getting started, I turned off the shower and padded down the hall to my bedroom. Getting dressed was easy because I didn’t care what I wore since I didn’t have anyone to impress. I grabbed a pair of light-wash jeans and a graphic t-shirt, not realizing it was one I’d stolen from David until I got it pulled over my head and saw myself in the mirror. I knew I should change it—the shirt had too many feelings attached to it, but Grayson threw open my bedroom door, startling me to within an inch of my life.
“Are you ready?” he asked, hand still on the knob.
“Do you knock?” I decided to leave the shirt on, shoving my wallet into my back pocket and pulling my phone off the charger.
“You’re alone for once,” he said, rolling his eyes and making a grand gesture toward the hallway. “I wasn’t interrupting anything.”
“I could have been jerking off.”
Grayson let the door swing wide, already on his way back down the hallway.
“You do that in the shower if Colin isn’t here,” he called out.
Immediately, heat rose on my cheeks and I flipped off the light, running after him. “How do you know that?”
He gave me a very unaffected look and tapped his ear.
“God.” I groaned, turning away from him. “That’s embarrassing.”
“Listen, Wesley. When a man really loves himself, sometimes these things happen.”
“I hate you.” But even as I said it, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at the absurdity of the whole conversation.
“I do a lot worse things in the shower than get off,” he promised me, nose scrunched. “And so do my other friends.”
“Yeah, about that.” I dared a glance down the long hallway toward the bathroom and the two bedrooms he’d claimed as his own.
I had no idea why Grayson needed two bedrooms and I’d never asked because he was the one paying rent and it felt rude. But we were friends and friends didn’t keep secrets from each other. They kept them for each other. Which reminded me…
“What about it?” he asked.
“Hold that thought.” I raised a finger. “I want to make sure that you’re not going to say anything about me and Colin.”
