“We argued all the time. That’s because… I liked winding you up. I liked seeing your eyes blaze, hearing you yell at me. Seeing your cheeks go pink with frustration. Watching the way you ran your hands through your hair. Every time you got angry, you looked so fucking cute. So fucking wrecked. I wonder if you would look that wrecked if I got you in bed.”
Something weird was happening. Blood was rushing downwards, and I could feel my dick wake up. I looked at my boxers in horror. No! No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.
“So yeah, I fought with you. I made fun of you. I teased you. I acted like you were nothing to me. But I want you to know that if you asked me to get on my knees and suck your dick, I would’ve. Do you understand? I would have fell to my knees for you, Archie. I would have done it happily. I even,” — he swallowed, and the sound of it was loud in the room — “I even touched myself to the fantasy of it. Of sucking your cock. Of feeling your hands in my hair —”
“My turn,” I interrupted, because if he continued, I knew for sure, I’d get hard. And not just half hard. I would have a full on erection.
Taylor blinked, as if waking himself from a daze. Then his lip curled. “Go ahead,” he said. His eyes bore into me, taunting me, seeming to say,I bet you can’t do anything.
Right. He thought I was nothing. Everything he’d said before was designed to turn me on — he didn’t actually mean any of it.
Well, duh, of course he didn’t. But I had still let his words affect me. I was so weak.
I took a deep breath.
“I meant what I said before. Not everyone in the world is in love with you.”
He raised a brow. “Is that your idea of dirty talk, because that’s seriously —”
“Don’t interrupt me,” I snapped, slapping a hand over his mouth. I closed my eyes so I could gather my thoughts.
“As I was saying, not everyone in the world is in love with you. But…I think everyone secretly wants to sleep with you. Even guys. Even straight guys. Even straight guys like me.”
I opened my eyes and found him staring at me. I could feel the faint exhale of his breath against my hand.
“I won’t pretend I haven’t thought about it,” I continued. “A lot. In the change rooms after a soccer match. You’d come out of the shower in a cloud of steam. There’d still be drops of water on your shoulders. Your hair dripping wet. I’d always secretly look at your body. Your arms and shoulders and chest. Your abs. I imagined licking your abs. Then…then I would lick downwards.”
I let out a purposely shaky breath. I wanted to seem affected.
“I’ve never sucked a dick before. I mean, duh, that’s obvious.” I thought Taylor would look amused, but instead he was dead serious, eyes still locked on mine. “And, to be honest, sometimes I gag on my toothbrush. But if it was you…if it was your cock in my mouth…I’d suck it until my eyes watered. Until tears were streaming down my cheeks. Until you were deep in my throat. Until I could think of nothing but you. But…but I wouldn’t let you cum.”
Something changed in his eyes, and he shoved my hand from his mouth. “Why not?” he demanded.
The sudden movement and the loudness of his voice disrupted my train of thought. I tried to get back to where I was, but the thread was gone.
I glanced at his briefs for inspiration. And that’s where I saw —
“Oh,” I said.
He followed my gaze, and in a surprising display of embarrassment, covered the tent in his briefs with both hands.
Laughter started to rise in my throat, then —
“Look at yourself,” he snapped.
My stomach dropped, because I knew what had happened without looking. I could feel it. The flex of muscle, the current of need…
I was hard. And, in my thin boxers, my erection was even more obvious than Taylor’s.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Winner
“Well,” Taylor said, running his tongue over his teeth. “It seems we’ve tied.”
I couldn’t argue with him there. There was no way to know who got hard first. “Alright, new rule: whoever touches their dick first loses.”
“You really think your crappy dirty talk can make me touch myself?” Taylor asked.
