“I want to see you naked,” Gideon whispered in his ear. Mac let out a gutteral moan, which he took as afuck yes.
They stood at opposite ends of the couch.
Mac pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor. Gideon got a full view of his ripped roommate. His eyes took snapshots of the full curves of his chest muscles and every ab just below. No looking away this time. Gideon nodded for him to continue. Mac tucked his hands into the waistband of his shorts. Hearing the snap of the elastic sent a chill of anticipation through Gideon. Mac pushed his shorts to his ankles. His hard cock pointed straight at Gideon. It was like a fucking mallet. Ready to pounce. He clocked the way his thighs curved like a wine glass, the bulge of his knees. It was all Mac.
“Holy shit. You’re naked.” Gideon gulped back a breath. His cock raged against his pants in approval.
“I want to see you naked.”
Gideon’s lips trembled with excitement and a garnish of fear. He stripped off his clothes. The open air hit his exposed skin and made his cock even harder. It stuck up in the air, nearly pulling him closer to Mac.
“Holy shit. You’re naked,” Mac said, a smile quirking on his lips.
They stared at each other’s naked bodies for an extended moment.I’m looking at Mac naked.He wanted to touch. He wanted to be touched.
“What do you want to do?” Mac asked.
“I want to watch you come.” Gideon wanted to see the scene from the shower come to life. Mac’s face flush with orgasm, his hard body coming undone.
They made out on the couch. Gideon stroked himself as he felt Mac’s warm lips on his and Mac’s rapid breaths in his throat. He watched Mac grip his cock firmly and that made Gideon pump his dick harder. Gideon palmed Mac’s chest, and dragged a finger down the crease of his abs.
“Grab my dick,” Mac said.
Gideon couldn’t turn him down. No fucking way on the planet. His hand wrapped around Mac’s thick, warm erection.Fuck, I’m grabbing another guy’s dick.It was as a cock should feel, but different.
New.
Forbidden.
Mac spat on his hand and wrapped it around Gideon’s cock.
“Fuck!” Gideon had never felt a pleasure like this. It was like Mac got to some secret level of a game Gideon didn’t know existed. He wondered why he never thought to slick up his own hand when he masturbated.
Gideon’s cock disappeared into Mac’s saliva-coated fist. Gideon spat on his hand and continued jerking off Mac. Their arms moved wildly. Mac’s biceps tensed. He tried to kiss Gideon again but their breathing was too heavy. Mac pushed himself back on the cushions and jutted his cock in the air, giving Gideon amazing leverage.
“Yes,” Gideon whispered.
Mac hung his head back. His chest glistened with sweat and Gideon knew what was coming. His cock twitched in anticipation. Mac fucked his fist.
It was the face. Exactly the face Gideon pictured, but even better in person. His come overflowed out of Gideon’s hand.
He couldn’t wait for Mac to return to earth. His own dick was going to blow. Gideon returned his hand, soaked in Mac, to his own cock and stroked himself. He looked at Mac’s still-naked body, then at his own, and the image was overpowering. He shot all over his stomach.
He joined Mac in reclining on the couch. They stared up at the ceiling. Gideon’s heart returned to a normal rhythm, but that was the only normal thing in this living room.
CHAPTER eleven
Mac
Mac woke up the next morning not entirely sure if what happened last night really happened. But then he realized he was only in his underwear and his lips were sore.
Yep, happened.
His head pounded with a gnarly hangover, even though he didn’t remember drinking much last night. Must’ve been that gluten-free beer. And all the excitement of what happened.
Because it really happened.
He lay back down. He was in no position to think.
