They were absolutely doing that again.
Josh’s breath stuttered, his gaze dropping to his softening dick and the come splashed over both of them.
Riley was still inside him, but was incapable of moving, his own cock beginning to soften inside Josh.
Josh leaned all of his weight on one of his hands, the movement making Riley’s cock slip out, both of them wincing at the sensation. Josh brought his free hand to Riley’s balls, a slight soft pressure meeting them as Josh studied them.
“What are you doing?” Riley said between panting breaths.
“I wanted to see what our balls looked like squished against each other.”
Riley let out a breath of laughter.
“Yeah? What does it look like?”
“Hot. Lumpy, but hot. Kind of like one of those bubble popping toys.”
Riley burst out in winded laughter and reached to pull Josh against him, holding him tightly, Josh wrapping his arms around his sides and resting his head on Riley’s collarbone, his forehead nestled against Riley’s cheek.
Riley turned his head and kissed Josh’s sweaty forehead, relaxing against him.
“Next time, I want a turn with your dick.”
He could feel Josh’s smile against his skin. “Yeah?”
“You made it look pretty good.”
“It was better than good, Ri. It was everything. You’re gonna love it.”
Riley wondered if Josh could feel his heart pound in his chest at his words.
They should have disposed of the condom and cleaned the mess, but Riley couldn’t bring himself to move. He wanted to live in this moment for as long as he could, soiled condom be damned.
By the time they vacated the bed, they’d stayed so long they needed to change Riley’s sheets and shower, their torsos sticking together as they separated painfully.
They learned their lesson and would likely put more effort into cleanup next time.
Next time.
Riley couldn’t fucking wait.
He wanted there to be an endless amount of next times. He never wanted to run out.
It was obvious to Riley how fast he was falling for his best friend, or maybe how fast he was accepting that he’d always loved him like a partner rather than a friend.
How could he ever need more?
They were nestled on the couch later that night, a dumb movie on as Riley worked on some side projects while Josh sketched in one of his many sketchbooks. He had different ones for each of his drawing moods.
There was his work sketchbook, which was only for work-related sketches, colorful tabs marking eachcompany sketch so he could find them easily. Then there was his doodle sketchbook that he used for fun, drawing things from a man with tentacles to an apple with angelic wings. He also had a practice book for when he wanted to work on his skills. In there, he’d made close-up drawings of hands, feet, toes, things lots of artists struggled with that Josh continually tried to improve on.
At the moment, Josh sketched some of the Marvel superheroes in the movie they were watching, but with a fun twist.
“Check it out, it’s Captain Hulk!” Josh said, turning the pad so Riley could see the detailed sketch of the Hulk dressed as Captain America, even including some rips in the uniform where it stretched thin.
“Looks awesome. You should do Iron Thor next.”
Josh narrowed his eyes for a second. “Do you mean Iron Man dressed as Thor or Thor dressed as Iron Man?”
