Their Friendsgiving had been something they’d done for years. It was always on the Friday because Mason had the restaurant, and it was easier for him to leave his staff to do their job after the big day. If Ryder had known about this plan, he could have been with his blood family. They asked him to come every year, but he’d always opted to spend Christmas with them instead because Thanksgiving was for his found family. Not this year. If things got serious with Ethan and his fuck buddy, and Mason finally pulled his head out of his ass about Zeb, Ryder would really be on his own. The last thing he wanted was to be in a relationship, though. It was something he’d never do to himself again. His phone pinged a few times—no doubt his friends poking fun at him for having a tantrum. He’d read them later. Right now, he needed a distraction. It was Friday night, and the best distraction he could think of was finding a body to fuck.
He’d found two bodies, but something was wrong. After only being in the bar for a few minutes, a couple had approached him. The woman had said she wanted to watch her husband get fucked by Ryder Quinn, and he’d looked like all his Christmases had come at once. They were both hot as hell, so Ryder was up for it. A quick cab ride back to their place, and tongues and hands were everywhere. The guy couldn’t stop touching Ryder’s body. He loved his muscles being worshipped. He’d worked hard on his body, and was more than happy for people to enjoy it.
The problem was, his body wasn’t enjoying it. The guy, whose name he’d forgotten, was fucking his wife from behindwhile she was trying to wake up Ryder’s flagging cock. This had never happened to him before. He usually walked about with a permanent hard-on, so why the fuck was he all limp? Two gorgeous people fucking in front of him should have had his dick at full mast, but nothing. The poor woman was trying her best, but no such luck.
Ryder needed to do something, but his brain kept wandering to earlier in the evening with his friends, and despite the woman’s best efforts, he wouldn’t be fucking anyone tonight. He needed to get out of here. How could he do this without being rude? It was nothing they’d done wrong. On a normal day, he’d have given them both such a hard fucking they’d have needed to spend all weekend in bed recovering.
“Sorry guys, but I’m not feeling this tonight,” he said, gently pushing the woman off.
The guy stopped, still inside his wife, looking perplexed. He had a nice-sized cock, although it was nothing on Ryder’s. Even in its current limp state, he was bigger than most guys hard.
“Did we do something wrong?” asked the guy.
This was one of those times when he wished he knew their names, but he wasn’t about to ask them now.
“Just had a stressful day. Nothing on you guys,” he said, standing up and pulling his briefs back on. “Don’t stop on my account. I’ll see myself out.”
He scooped his clothes up off the bedroom floor, and walked out into the living area of their apartment where he got dressed as quickly as he could. There were no sounds of them carrying on, in fact Ryder could hear them arguing.
“I’ve lost my chance now because of you,” said the guy.
“Well, you won’t stop talking about him. You’re obsessed,” she hissed.
Ryder didn’t want to hear any more. Still half dressed, he rushed out of there, pulling on the rest of his clothes in thecorridor. Luckily, nobody else was around, and once he was sure he had everything, he took off. Out on the street, he didn’t have a fucking clue where he was. He believed he was somewhere in Queens, but it looked suburban. There was barely any traffic on the road, so he wasn’t close to where he lived, that was for certain.
He pulled out his phone and checked for cabs in the area. Okay, he wasn’t in the middle of nowhere; he could be home in twenty minutes. Ryder walked away from the couple’s apartment block before ordering a ride. No offence to the couple, but he hoped he never saw either of them again.
By Sunday, he couldn’t ignore his friends any longer. They were threatening to come around to his apartment, which wouldn’t be difficult for Sebastian as they lived in the same building and he had a spare key. Of course, Sebastian had the penthouse, but Ryder loved his place. It had cost two million dollars, but he owned it outright. The amount of money he’d made in the last three years was insane, but between Ethan and Sebastian, they’d made him invest it sensibly, so once the influencer bubble burst, which would happen one day, he’d be set up with a reliable income.
He let his guests in when the door buzzer sounded, and opened the door before turning on the coffee machine. It was only a couple of minutes before Ethan and Mason walked in. They were an eclectic bunch, but they were all hot and looked after their bodies. Not that Ryder was biased about his friend group. Ryder knew he was built like a tank. Mason was a grumpy bastard who had a scowl on his face all the time, but he was in impeccable shape. Ethan was one of those muscle geeks, and if they weren’t like brothers, Ryder would go there. Although the fact they were all tops would make that a challenge.
“You stopped sulking?” asked Mason, blunt as always.
“I wasn’t sulking.”
“How many people have you fucked this weekend?” he asked.
Ryder felt his face heating, but hoped his dark skin hid it from his friends.
“What’s wrong?” asked Ethan, concern in his voice. Damn his perceptiveness.
“I haven’t hooked up with anyone this weekend. What coffee do you want?”
“You know what coffee we drink,” said Ethan. “What’s going on, Ryder?”
He really didn’t want to talk about this, but maybe he needed to say something. Ryder had tried to watch porn when he got home Friday night, and again on Saturday, and he still hadn’t been able to get hard. He’d woken up with morning wood, but as soon as he gave his cock a few strokes, it had immediately deflated.
“Nothing. I’m just tired.” That was a safe response.
“Bullshit. What’s going on? I know it’s not about Friday night, because we’ve all pissed each other off many times before. But ignoring us all day yesterday wasn’t like you. If you need some downtime, you at least usually tell us to leave you be.”
“I was just pissed off that we’re not having Friendsgiving this year.”
“We are having it,” said Mason. “Just the three of us.”
Ryder smiled at that.
“But,” said Ethan. “You need to tell us what’s going on first.”
