Farzan
You sure you don’t want me to—”
“Positive,” David said, even though Farzan could see his dick tenting his sweats, a growing wet spot at the point. “I wanted to make you feel good.”
And Farzandidfeel good. His skin was humming. His shoulders had finally unclenched.
But his mind was racing. This wasn’t supposed to be about sex. This was supposed to be about helping each other. Professionally.
About being friends. Not fuck buddies.
He and David had just blown past the boundaries Farzan had set in his mind. Well. Planned to set, at least.
Definitely intended to set.
But then David had opened the door in those damned soft blue sweats, that weathered tee clinging to his torso, and Farzan had gotten sucked into his gravity well. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Or to a dick print.
David drew his knee up, which mercifully covered his still-rampanterection. He crossed his arms over his knee, rested his chin on his hands, and smiled at Farzan. His midnight eyes were luminous.
“I can hear the gears grinding in your brain. Did I overwhelm you?”
“No.”Yes.Every time Farzan blinked, the darkness behind his eyelids swirled with red and black numbers, white spreadsheets stretching to infinity.
David’s smile faltered. “Do you… regret what we did?”
“No,” Farzan admitted. But should he?
The more blood returned to Farzan’s big head, the more of a mistake it seemed. David had made it clear, their very first night, that casual was all he was into. And Farzan didn’t want casual.
It wasn’t just because of what happened with Hector. That had been toxic, yeah, and the gonorrhea had been the worst possible parting gift. (Farzan had gone his entire life without an STD up until then.) But that wasn’t the problem. Farzan trusted David.
But trust wasn’t enough.
Farzan wanted romance. He wanted what his parents had, what Navid and Gina had, what Ramin and Todd had.
David’s voice was low and smooth. “Talk to me?”
“This was supposed to be about helping each other, professionally. And about being friends. Not about getting off.”
David was still right next to him, smothering him with the scents of vetiver and sex. He waggled his eyebrows. “I assume you’ve heard of friends with benefits.”
Farzan sighed. “Yeah, but…”
David’s smile changed, from teasing to something more serious.
“You and I are good together, yeah? I mean, the sex has been amazing, and we haven’t even done any actual fucking yet.”
True. Farzan had almost forgotten what good sex was like. But still…
David rested a warm, smooth hand on his arm.
“Just hear me out, okay? We’ve both got a lot of stress in our lives. And we’ve both got jobs that are taking a lot out of us. And I think we makegood friends. I had a lot of fun, just hanging out, even before the sex. Didn’t you?”
Farzan had. He felt lighter around David, the same lightness he got with Ramin and Arya. Someone who saw him.
“I did,” he admitted.
“They call it ‘friends with benefits,’ not ‘benefits with friends.’ So let’s be friends. And if we happen to fool around some, well, we’re both adults. We can both handle it without things getting messy.” David gestured at Farzan’s stained shirt, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well. Emotionally messy. Can’t guarantee your laundry.”
