“I make good food. Same difference.”
“True. I’ll take fajitas as a tip any day of the week.”
“So, you do want to fuck me?” His teasing makes my cheeks heat. “Yep. I’m sure you’re blushing under that scruffy beard.” He swipes a finger across my chin.
I’ve known this man for more than half my life, and he’s never been more beautiful than in this moment. He’s full of light in the darkness of this room.
His breath hitches as I brush my knuckles over his jawline. “Can I kiss you?” My stomach twists, waiting for the mere seconds it takes for him to answer—please say yes.
“Yes. Please do.” Before he finishes nodding, my lips are on his, gentle yet firm. My tongue glides across his supple lips as he opens for me, letting me push inside to taste him, hops and a touch of something sweet overpowering my senses. He lets out a little moan, and my mind spins wildly with emotions. My fingers find their way onto the back of his scalp, lightly gripping his hair and arching his body back as I nip at his chin, working my way down his neckline.
“I didn’t think it would feel that good until it did,” I whisper breathlessly into his collarbone.
“Me too,” he adds with a kiss to the back of my head. His hand on my hip pulls me closer until I feel his erection against me.
“Fuck, Bodie.” I can’t help the ache in my voice. What I want to do with him right now and what he’s ready for are two very different things. Hiking one leg over mine, he grinds his hard cock on my thigh as he draws me into a sensual embrace of tongues and lips; biting and sucking, driving me over the edge of restraint.
“Can I—”
“Yes.” He pants against my lips.
I hike his boxers down and grasp his cock with caution, gauging his reaction before going any further. The slight moan and the way he’s watching my hand caress his shaft say he’s not freaking out yet. My mouth is on him, wherever it can reach, while my strokes increase, along with Bodie’s whimpering.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
I tuck the waistband of my boxers below my balls and straddle him, spitting in my hand, and wrapping it around both of our cocks. When his eyes follow my hand, he begins to pump into my fist. I watch his expression change with every stroke and swipe of my thumb over his head, adding our precum as I slide down our shafts.
“Holy shit, that’s so hot.”
I smile at Bodie’s reaction. “It is, isn’t it?”
We watch ourselves for only a moment longer before Bodie grabs me by the nape of my neck, pulling me in to kiss me as if it were our last. His tongue dances with mine, then he surprises me by reaching between us and cupping my balls, rolling them in his palm.
“Fuck. You sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Shut up and keep kissing me before I come,” he whines with one hand on my neck. The other covers mine around our cocks.
Our bodies move as one, rutting together into our fists while our feral mouths ravish each other. I’ve never been so turned on by anyone before, and I know it’s because this is Bodie. I’ve already loved him for years; it’s just morphing into something more intense.
Seconds later, his whimpering turns into full-blown moaning like I’ve never heard from him before. “Unnggh—I’m coming—fuuucckkk.”
Bodie, enjoying this as much as I am, has my release joining his, shooting over his chest and stomach. Both of us pant in tandem as I lower myself on top of him, our cum sticky and warm between us.
With my forehead against his, I nuzzle into him, offering small pecks of assurance until he comes down from the high. In the moment is different from the aftermath of your first queer experience for some of us.
“Okay, what kind of best friend are you if you’ve never told me that’s the way sex feels with a guy?”
I laugh into his shoulder and say, “The kind of best friend who waited until you were ready to experience it for yourself.” I land small kisses and nibbles on my way up his neck, watching as little bumps rise over his skin.
“Mhm. Thanks for that.”
His measured response leaves me wondering. Bodie’s usually not at a loss for words. I need to know he’s not regretting this. “You good, Bode?”
“I’m good. I promise.” He follows it up with another kiss that I would never deny him at this point.
“Stay right here.” I peel away from him and instantly feel anxious. I’m waiting for the freak-out—or is it me freaking out? He’s said he’s fine, and I need to trust that.
