Morning erections had definitely not happened when he was ten, though. Jude’s grin turned into a sly smirk, and he decided to mess with Nally by rubbing his erection against the mounds ofNally’s arse. He had perfect leverage to really dig in and make his friend feel it.
Which also meant it felt way too good way too fast for him.
Nally made a sound that had Jude getting even stiffer. For a second, Jude’s imagination went wild with a completely inappropriate fantasy of the two of them frotting for real until they both came and made a colossal mess.
That image had him heating with a mix of lust and shame, like fantasizing about Nally was akin to incest, but it didn’t stop him from rutting to the point of making a wet spot on the front of his borrowed pajamas.
Nally sucked in a sudden breath as he snapped to full wakefulness. Instead of jerking away or twisting around to slap Jude silly, he teased him right back by moaning, “Yeah, baby. Give it to me good. Stick it in there.”
For a sizzling split-second, Jude thought he was serious.
For a slightly longer second, he considered going through with it.
A blink after that, he burst into laughter and slapped Nally’s shoulder, pulling away from him and flopping to his back. “I got you good there, didn’t I,” he chuckled, face beet red and cock rigid with indignation that he wasn’t going to give it what it wanted.
“Wanker,” Nally said, shifting to his back and turning his head toward Jude. His face was flushed as well and his dark eyes were dilated.
“It’s not wanking when you have someone to get off with,” Jude teased him, his giggling just a touch manic.
“Oh, are you saying we should have a morning wank together?” Nally asked, eyebrows lifting in challenge.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Jude said, wiggling his eyebrows.
It definitely wouldn’t have been. Their history of jacking off together while watching porn went back to when they were around fifteen and both figuring out what it meant to be gay. They’d reached over and helped each other out with their activities a time or two as well, but they’d never taken things further than that.
As he lay there grinning at Nally while Nally smirked back across the pillow, Jude wondered why.
No, he knew why. Nally was his best friend in the entire world. He had been for more than a decade. And he knew damn well how catching feelings for a friend and fucking around with them ended. Timothy was still a deep, black scar on his soul. There was no way he was going to walk down that path again. Nally was a hundred times more important to him than Timothy had ever been.
He would never go there.
His cock disagreed.
He ignored it.
“That was some event last night,” he said instead, rubbing a hand over his face to wipe away the last of his sleep and to convince himself everything was normal and they were just two friends who had crashed at one of their places for the night and who just happened to have thick morning wood, as one did.
“It was terrifying,” Nally said, relaxing and slinging one arm behind his head. “You know I hate being the center of that much attention.”
“Oh, come on,” Jude laughed. “You love appreciation.”
“Appreciation, yes,” Nally said. “I very much appreciate the write-ups about my music and the likes and shares on streaming platforms. What I don’t like is lights and cameras in my face and impertinent questions being thrown my way.”
Jude somehow knew the impertinent questions Nally was referring to was whether the two of them were dating.
“You handled it all brilliantly,” he said, squirming a little to get more comfortable and praying his erection would go down faster. “And since your music really is as outstanding as everyone says it is, you’re going to need to get used to more attention.”
Nally humphed and made a grumpy face. “Composers aren’t supposed to be celebrities.”
“Tell that to Ludovico Einaudi.”
They both laughed. Jude reached his hand out under the duvet until he found Nally’s free hand.
“Seriously, though,” Jude began again. “You have a rare talent. The whole world is going to see it now withTo Serve Him. You’re going to need to up your game in the social media realm to meet all that.”
“And you would know about the social media realm,” Nally said, pretending sarcasm. Jude could see the glint of serious vulnerability in his eyes, though.
That glint did nothing to help his morning wood go down.
