“Just think about it, okay? Maybe everyone assuming you’re together is the universe giving you a push.”
“The universe can fuck off.”
He laughs. “Love you too, bro. And Drew? For what it’s worth, I think you guys would be good together.”
He hangs up before I can respond, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a phone full of notifications about a relationship that’s not true.
I toss the harbinger of doom aside and flop back on my bed. My dick presses uncomfortably against my jeans because, unfortunately, thinking about Jackson for any extended period makes me harder than steel.
Maybe jerking off will help. Clear my head, release some tension. I can think about anyone except Jackson Monroe and his stupid, perfect face and his stupid, perfect ass in a bathing suit.
I unbutton my jeans and pull up Pornhub on my laptop. My usual search history appears—a mix of everything, because I’m an equal-opportunity horndog. But today, my traitorous fingers type “football jock” into the search bar.
The first video that loads features a man who bears no resemblance to Jackson. Wrong hair, wrong build, wrong everything. But when he turns around, and the camera focuses on his ass in tight football pants, I realize that my hand is not enough.
My eyes dart around my bedroom, landing on my dresser. A thrill runs through me as I haul myself off my bed and shuffle across the room, my jeans around my ankles threatening to trip me. My erect cock wags with the movement, leaving a trail of precome like a horny Hansel, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I yank open my dresser drawer and scrounge around until I find what I’m looking for—myotherbest friend, the one I call Purple D. Because it is, in fact, a purple dildo. Eight inches of silicone salvation that has gotten me through more lonely nights than I care to admit.
“Hey there, buddy,” I mutter, grabbing the bottle of lube from the same drawer. “Missed you.”
I hurry back to my bed, throw my legs up in the air, and promptly coat my fingers in lube. The cool gel makes me shiver as I reach down, circling my entrance before pressing one finger inside. Then two. I scissor them, stretching myself openwith practiced efficiency. My cock throbs against my stomach, demanding attention I refuse to give it yet.
Once I’m ready, I slather Purple D in lube until he’s glistening. I line him up and press.
The first inch inside makes me gasp at the intrusion. Purple D is thick and long—the way I imagine Jackson’s would be.
Fuck. No. Bad Drew. We’re not thinking about Jackson.
But my brain has other plans. As I push in another inch, all I can see is Jackson’s face, his brown eyes dark with want, his lips parted as he watches me take him.
My fingers slip on the end of the dildo, hitting the button at the base.
The vibration kicks in at full power.
“FUCK!”
The scream rips out of me as Purple D buzzes directly against my prostate. Every nerve ending in my body ignites. My back arches off the bed, and I grab fistfuls of sheets in order to anchor myself to this plane of existence.
Suddenly, all my rules fly out the window. Don’t think about Jackson. Don’t imagine his hands on your hips. Don’t picture him whispering filthy things in your ear while he pounds into you. All gone until the next time.
Wait…next time?
“Jackson,” I moan.
The vibrations pulse through me in relentless waves, and now I’m thinking about his cock stretching me open. His fingers digging into my thighs. His breath hot against my neck as he tells me how good I feel, how tight, how perfect.
I thrust Purple D deeper, chasing the fantasy. My free hand wraps around my cock, stroking in time with each push. Precome leaks over my fingers, making everything slick and messy and fucking incredible.
“Fuck, oh my God, holy hell?—”
The pressure builds at the base of my spine. My balls draw up tight. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion, and all I can think about is Jackson’s stupid smile and stupid laugh and stupid beautiful face.
I spin the dildo inside me, and it makes my toes curl in my fuzzy socks. “Ohhhh…yessss…my goddddd.”
My body sinks into the bed as I get more turned on. I know I sound like a porn star, but I’m too far gone to be embarrassed.
In my mind, Jackson stands before me, our eyes meeting from across the room. There’s heat there—the same want within me reflected. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t crack a joke to break the tension. Instead, he stands there, allowing me to take in his naked body. He gets hard under my gaze.
