Lightning flashed and ecstasy overtook. Like dominoes, they fell, jizz coming out in a rainstorm of violent spurts from both of them. They shuddered and moaned against each other while the riptide slowly faded.
Dylan’s temples were pulsing, and so was his dick, apparently not done yet. But he could feel the exhaustion creeping in.
Before his body turned boneless, Dylan dismounted Jared and turned around. Letting the cum dribble from his mouth, he watched it mix with his own on his friend’s flat stomach.
“Look at you, all covered in our cum,” he rasped. “So fucking pretty.”
With two fingers, Dylan mindlessly drew on his abdomen, using the semen as ink. Pale skin, thin body with the perfect dash of definition and hair… Jared was a beautiful canvas. Dylan bitthe inside of his bottom lip and bent down, scooping as much as he could with his tongue to shove it back into Jared’s mouth.
They kissed, filthy and fucking indecently, sharing themselves until there was no drop left to swallow.
“That was the best dessert I’ve ever had,” Jared husked, making Dylan lose himself in laughter.
December rolled in hard. Most days, even inside the house, Dylan’s balls froze unless he was wrapped up in a blanket. But today it was nice because, after cleaning the entire house, Jared had turned on the heat, bringing it up to a comfortable temperature. Dylan usually refused to crank up the thermostat to avoid expensive bills, but split between the two of them, it wasn’t so bad.
Dylan wasn’t a tightwad, but hated wasting money when he could dress like an onion made of hoodies to fight the humid cold of England. He was just helping the planet, okay?
Letting out a sigh, with the soft glow of the TV putting him into a trance, he reclined on the couch. His attention was loosely fixated on the screen as his thoughts flew in every direction. Especially to the bathroom, where Jared was taking a shower.
That man, naked and soaked, was an unholy thing made up of the most perverted fantasies. Soft skin. Plump lips. Long legs. Beautiful dick. He looked equally strong and fragile.
Lost in his nonsense for too long, Dylan hadn’t realized Jared was now sitting beside him.
“A penny for your thoughts?” He softly chuckled while drying his untamed curls with a towel.
A few golden strands fell over his forehead, giving his already intense look an air of mystery. Or maybe Dylan was just imagining things because he was still in a daze, trapped in those gorgeous chestnut brown irises looking straight into his soul.
“Nothing. Just—are you really gonna make me watch that anime... What was it called again?”
“Jujutsu Kaisen. And yes, you must. It’s the best thing ever created.”
“But mate, I’m not really into cartoon-ish shows. I’m too old for that shit.”
“First, stop saying you’re too old for this or that because physically, you’re not, but you’re definitely starting to sound like a cranky eighty-year-old twat. Second, it’s not cartoons. And third, shut up and let me show you something good for once, yeah?”
Dylan rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. He didn’t care much about whatever they decided to watch. He just loved the company and their movie nights on the weekends, with no one else around. More so if they ended up dozing off, with him spooning Jared’s warm frame.
“Fine, fine,” he groaned when Jared got up and walked towards the fridge.
“You’re gonna love it. Trust me.”
Dylan sighed, forcing his gaze back to the TV. With Jared, the lines between friendship and something else were blurred. It was wrong on so many levels he didn’t know where to start. Or more like dangerous. But maybe that risky and adventurous aspect of it was what made it so enthralling.
Dylan had sworn off relationships a while back, and he didn’t regret it one bit. Polyamory didn’t work for him—he was quite possessive. Monogamy had always been a clusterfuck too. The peace of mind his chosen singleness gave him was unrivaled.
Then, there was also the fact that Jared was at a moment in life where he was still trying to find where he fit in the world, while Dylan was mostly worried about paying the bills and saving money for motorcycle trips.
Besides, Jared was unlikely to consider tying himself to someone new, let alone an old fart like him.
Why am I even thinking about this?Dylan pressed his fingers into his eyes.
All these feelings had to be the heat of the moment exploding. They were friends and both super basic—mentally speaking—which made their relationship smooth and fun. The sex was incredible. Jared’s stamina was like nothing he’d ever known… So yeah, that was it. He was simply mistaking lust for love.
9. The one with the video game controller
In the bathroom, alone,Jared tried to keep his voice down.
Normally, prepping himself wasn’t that exciting, just part of the deed, but today he was horny as a dog in heat and couldn’t help it. That was why he wasn’t outside playing those classic, almost vintage, video games with Dylan.
