He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slides them down his thighs. Then he lifts each foot, pulls them off completely, and tosses them across the room.
And there it is. Out in the open. The cock I already felt through the fabric is now in full view, and it’s fucking spectacular. Long, thick, and curved slightly to the left, with a pair of heavy balls nestled underneath. A blue vein runs up the shaft, and a drop of clear precum is gathering at the tip.
Chase settles back beside me with his back against the headboard, his weight dipping the mattress, and lets his legs fall open. He grips himself and gives a slow, lazy pump. I watch the head of his cock disappear and reappear in his fist.
“So?” he asks, looking over at me. “Don’t leave me hanging, bro. Or should I say, don’t leave me standing.”
“Damn, that’s a terrible pun.” But I can’t help smiling.
He smiles back, and the way his face lights up when he does, the way his teeth flash and his dark eyes crinkle at the corners, is almost enough to make me forget the crazy situation we’re in.
Fuck it.
I lift my hips, slip off my reindeer boxers, and toss them to the side. My dick springs free, slapping against my stomach and leaving a wet trail of precum in its wake. The cool air washes over my hot, flushed skin.
“Not as impressive as yours, I know. But Brittany never had any complaints. Well, until today, of course.”
“Dude,” Chase says, giving my shoulder a shove. “First of all, you got a nice cock. Second, fuck her. She doesn’t deserve you, man. She doesn’t deserve either of us.”
His words are surprisingly comforting, and I feel a warmth spread through my chest that has nothing to do with the cheap beer. We’re in this together. Him and me.
“So,” he says, turning back to the laptop. “Let’s see what else is on here. You wanna watch straight stuff? Or do you wanna see what else these guys get up to?”
“We’re supposed to be researching for our role, right? Seems counterproductive to switch to straight porn.” I can’t believe I’m saying these words.
“Good call.”
Chase clicks on a new video. This one is shot in a sleek, modern kitchen, all chrome and white marble. Two guys are fucking against the island counter. The top has a beard and a chest full of tattoos; the bottom is a younger, clean-cut blond with a surprisingly round ass for such a lean guy. There’s no dialogue, just the rhythmic slap of skin against skin and the breathy moans of the bottom.
Chase and I both grab our hard-ons and start stroking. My hand moves up and down my shaft, lubricated by the precum Ismear over the head. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chase doing the same. He leans back against the stack of pillows, legs spread, and lets out a low groan.
The sound does something to me. Goosebumps race up my spine, and my nipples harden.Is that normal?I don’t know. I don’t know what normal is anymore. All I know is that jerking off next to a hunky football player in his dorm room feels a lot more natural than I ever expected.
The bottom in the video starts to beg, “Fuck me, fuck me harder,” and the tattooed top picks up the pace, driving into him with a series of deep, powerful thrusts that push the blond onto his tiptoes.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Chase mutters, his hand working faster. “Give it to him. Fuck that ass.”
I figure I should be talking dirty too, since this is all for the sake of our gay charade. So I try. “Fuck yeah. Just like that. Deeper.” But the words feel strange and clunky coming out of my mouth, like I’m trying to speak a language I barely know.
Chase seems to appreciate the effort, though. “Getting the hang of it, Finn.”
He looks over at me. His eyes are heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust. His chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, and a flush spreads across his cheekbones. I can see why Brittany’s into him. Doesn’t make it right, but I get it. The guy is attractive. Dangerously so. In this light, with that intense, focused expression on his face, it’s doing things to me. Things it shouldn’t.
“You know what,” he says. “This is better.”
“What is?”
“This. Us.” He glances down at my dick, then back up at my face. “We don’t need that lying bitch. We’ve got each other, man.”
I nod, my throat tight. “Y-yeah.”
He reaches over with his free hand and places it on my leg, right above my knee. The touch is so sudden, so unexpected, I almost jump. My skin tingles where he touches me, the heat of his palm seeping into my flesh.
“Hey,” he says. “Crazy idea.”
“Everything tonight has been a crazy idea.”
“Right? So what’s one more? What if we… you know.”
