“You know what I don’t like about these movies?” Brooks asks, shifting on the couch.
“What’s that?”
The gaze Brooks shoots in my direction is downright sinful. “Not enough sex.”
Sitting up, I throw a leg over Brooks’s lap and settle over the growing erection I feel under his soft pants.
“Speaking of sex…there’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
“Oh yeah?” Brooks peppers my face with kisses. “What’s that?”
“Docking.”
“Docking?” Brooks pulls back, giving me a confused look. “I’ve never heard of that.”
I reach between us, giving his dick a hard stroke. “Well, unless you’re uncut, you can’t really do it.”
“So you’re saying I’m perfect for you then?” Brooks waggles his eyebrows at me.
“I’m rethinking everything.”
I spin away but he doesn’t let me get far. “Tell me what docking is.”
“It’s basically jacking off, but I pull your foreskin over the head of my dick.”
Brooks takes a minute to think about it. “Like you’re pulling into a dock.”
I nod. “That’s it.”
Brooks pushes me off him and stands, linking our hands and leading us back toward my bedroom.
Shutting the door behind us, Brooks throws me against it and swoops in, kissing me like he’s never kissed me before.
It’s like Brooks is claiming me as his own with each stroke of his tongue against mine. My dick is aching in my pants to escape, and I can’t help myself when I thrust my hips toward Brooks, meeting his own equally hard dick.
“Get naked.”
Brooks walks back toward the bed, throwing off his sweatshirt before kicking off his pajama pants. The more skin he reveals, the harder I get. Shoving my hand into my own pants, I give myself a long, slow pull to stave off my release.
“Are you going to get naked with me?” Brooks asks as he lies back on the bed, throwing off his boxers.
Pulling off my sweatshirt, I stalk toward the bed, taking in the hunk of a man now lying on the soft duvet. His leaking dick is making a mess on his stomach. Leaning over him, I swipe my tongue through his pre-cum. Fuck, I love the salty taste of him.
“Do you know how good you taste?”
“Show me.”
The lascivious smile he gives me hits me right in the chest. My heart pounds as I lick a path through the pre-cum on his stomach, swiping at his nipple as I make my way up to his mouth. I commit him to memory. His taste. The feel of his hard chest beneath my fingertips as he writhes with want.
His groan travels right to the part of me that alwayswanted my best friend. The part that is excited and scared because what if this is all we’ll have. Memories of Christmas nights together on the couch before we move on from one another.
Brooks’s lips seek mine out in a greedy way and I let him devour me, his taste still on my tongue. I never thought I would love kissing him as much as I do. It’s intense. Fiery. Raw in a way I’ve never experienced.
“I taste even better on your lips, Charlie.”
“So fucking good, Brooks.” I pepper his mouth with kisses as I take off my pants and grind down on him. “I need you.”
It’s the truest words I’ve ever spoken. I need Brooks something fierce.
