With a relieved sigh, Barion opened his zipper and the button, letting his cock spring free. It was even more impressive than Jon had guessed. He felt more drool forming in his mouth. What a thing of beauty. His own zipper put up a bit of a fight, but he was victorious when Iron Bull laid down with his Kadan.
Jon couldn’t remember if he’d ever been so easily, quickly and intensely aroused when he was still alive. He blamed it on the combination of what was becoming his favorite jerk-off material and the literally and figuratively hot demon sitting on the same sofa with him, who had been invading his dreams lately. He heard Barion hissing something in a language Jon didn’t recognize. His friend had his hand wrapped around his monstrous cock and was pumping it lazily, his red eyes focused on Jon’s groin.
For a brief moment, Jon wondered why he didn’t feel intimidated or inadequate when confronted with such an abundance of masculinity. He quickly realized it was because of the bond he felt between himself and Barion. They were a good team, friends. There was no reason to be cowed and a lot of reason to admire. Barion was willing to share this intimate moment with him, to show himself in a way he wouldn’t do with just anybody. They were equals in this, no matter the differences in their bodily appearance.
Relief swept through Jon, and he shoved his hand down the waistband of his boxers, dragging his own shaft outside. A low whine came from Barion, accompanied by more frantic pumping. The sound of skin being rubbed made Jon’s cock twitch against his stomach. He grabbed his erection, his gaze traveling between Barion’s burning eyes and leaking member, not knowing what he found more captivating.
It took him a moment to find the same rhythm as Barion, but once he did, the air between them seemed to thicken even more. Jon thought he could feel electricity sparking between them, and they each turned their body slightly toward the other.
The pumping grew more frantic to the sounds of Kadan telling Iron Bull that with him, it was never just a minute. Jon almost laughed at that. He was so close, and it would be a miracle if he made it another thirty seconds. His balls were drawing up, getting hard, the tingling in his spine was increasing. Barion gasped, gripping his cock harder, making a twisting motion with his hand that had him arching up his spine, lifting his ass off the couch.
The visual alone was enough. Jon started shooting his load into his hand. He was still stroking frantically, riding out wave after wave of the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. Next to him, Barion wasn’t faring any better it seemed, the demon grunting and groaning, his lower body still rigid in the air above the sofa, showcasing all those gorgeous muscles. The pungent smell of cum filled the air, caused Jon’s cock to give a last, weak spurt.
He slumped back on the couch, his hand sticky, his cock going limp. Barion was in a similar pose, still covering his own member with his hand. In front of them, Iron Bull was asking his Kadan to dance.
“Wow. That was—” Jon didn’t know how to describe his moment of pure ecstasy.
“Better than anything I’ve ever felt.” Barion looked at him. “Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for? It was great.”
“Are we still friends?” Now Barion sounded insecure. Jon thought about it. Could he be friends with somebody he had jerked off with? Was that a thing? The answer came as easy as breathing—with Barion, everything was possible.
“Of course we are. If you still want to be my friend?” Suddenly Jon felt nervous, not knowing if Barion felt the same way he did. He shouldn’t have worried.
“Very much!” Barion said hastily.
“Oh, good.” Jon grinned. “I wouldn’t have known what to call us now anyway. Friends with benefits doesn’t really fit, I think.”
Barion chuckled. “Neither does fuck buddies. ‘Friends’ is good. Friends can jerk off together to their favorite virtual romance. Totally appropriate.”
“Who are you trying to sell on this?”
“Both of us?” Barion turned serious. “I don’t want things to change between us. I like what we have, and I’d love to keep seeing you, working with you.”
“Me too. Friends it is.” Jon chuckled. “I’d offer to shake hands with you, but no.”
“No, not at the moment. Let’s get cleaned up.”
Barion went to the guest bathroom and Jon into the one attached to his bedroom. After they were both cum free, they spent another hour on the couch, this time watching the first two episodes of The Big Bang Theory to calm down. When Barion left, Jon was so content, he fell asleep almost immediately.
Chapter Ten
“How’s my favorite little brother doing?” Dre popped into Barion’s living room with a broad grin on his face. Barion stared at him with bleary eyes. It had been a tough week. He and Jon had fleshed out the background story for Demon Wars, deciding on the characters, their weaponry and the first few levels. This had included endless hours of watching the real demon wars to come up with suitable scenarios. Today they wanted to go on a little tour through some of the less deadly hell dimensions. Is there a thing as ‘less deadly’? Barion wasn’t sure. Dead is dead, after all. Then again, Jon was dead and still alive, and he wasn’t sure what ghosts were. Before he got his sleepy brain into a knot, he decided that Quirion, their oldest brother, was the one for the philosophical questions. Anyway, he didn’t have time to deal with Dre because he needed to get to Jon.
He wanted to take him to his favorite diner in some tiny village in Canada where they made the best pancakes ever before they started with their excursion. And they would need the fuel. The hell dimensions could take it out of a person, especially when said persons wanted to indulge in their favorite after-work activity later that day. Barion would have never thought jerking off with another man could be so erotic. Just seeing the expression on Jon’s face when he got close to climax was—
“Ahem.” Dre coughed loudly into his fist, drawing Barion’s attention. “I was asking how my favorite little brother was doing?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m your only little brother.”
“Still my favorite.”
“Where’s the menace, aka your beloved mate?” Barion decided it was better to change the topic. The last shouting match with Dre had lasted for over a week of “No, I didn’t!”, “The hell you did!” ending in an uneasy truce after Alerion had forced them to say their sentences at the exact same time so neither of them had the last word. Barion still knew, in his heart of hearts, that he had been right. Dre had eaten the last piece of Zenobia’s famous lemon cake. He was just too much of a coward to own up to it.
“Sammy is at home trying to talk Milo into accepting our money to go to MIT. The stubborn idiot is refusing.”
“You found out why he started doing pizza delivery again?”
