He signaled Nate to follow him into the bedroom, where Will was sleeping under the blanket. The only light in the room came from the moon, making Will’s skin seem silvery.
Not understanding what was happening, Nate followed Joel until he reached the side of the bed. Joel carefully climbed to lie next to Will, and with his eyes locked with Nate, he slowly removed the blanket, leaving Will fully exposed.
Nate remembers thinking he was dreaming. He never told Joel about his desires toward Will, both because he knew it would lead to nothing and because he worried Joel might kick his ass or stop being his friend. But it seemed that Joel knew, or at least suspected. He reached out to take Nate’s hand, then brought it closer to Will, who was still sleeping peacefully.
Nate almost fainted when his fingers touched skin. With Joel guiding his hand, he stroked gently, terrifiedof waking Will up, even though it wasn’t Nate who had sneaked into the bedroom of his own accord. He held his breath as Joel moved his hand close to Will’s cock, but right before he could touch it, Joel’s hold tightened, on the verge of being painful.
Nate looked up to meet his eyes. Without saying a word, Joel shook his head, crushing Nate’s desire before it could further blossom. Allowing him to touch Will wasn’t a prize but a warning.
Stay away from what’s mine.
Not knowing what to do, he gave a stiff nod, then left the bedroom.
“This is a bad idea,” Will says and opens his eyes. His pupils are dilated, his breathing uneven.
“Your cock doesn’t seem to agree with your mouth.” Before Will can answer, Nate sinks to his knees. He pulls off Will’s boots and socks. His feet are large and elegant. Nate sniffs his way up until his face hovers over Will’s cock.
He wanted this for years, but not a single part of him believed he’d ever succeed. He leans down and opens his mouth to get the first taste of Will Thomas’s cock. It’s warmer than he expected, and the scent is manly and intoxicating.
Will’s breathing grows louder as Nate licks every part of his cock. He doesn’t know if he’s good at this—he never had a cock in his mouth before—but he already loves it, feeling committed to doing it right. He makessure not to let his big teeth get in the way, but it’s not easy. He swirls his tongue around Will’s crown, making sure to give extra care to his slit. Will quivers on the couch, his head tilts back. Every sound that leaves his mouth is undeniably sexy.
Nate raises Will’s undershirt to reveal his flat, smooth stomach. A treasure trail leads from his navel down to his thick pubes. He raises the shirt further, revealing those well-defined pecs. The hair there is beautiful against the pale skin. Will’s pink nipples are perfectly rounded and larger than average. They’re slightly erect, as if inviting Nate to taste. He slides the cock out of his mouth and pushes himself higher, bringing his head close to Will’s chest. He can feel him tensing, but Will’s silent acceptance remains.
With his hand still slowly stroking Will’s cock, Nate opens his mouth to take one of his nipples in his mouth. There are a few hairs around it, but he almost doesn’t feel them once he gets the nipple wet. He sucks slowly, feeling Will shift on the couch and puff his chest, his hips slightly rocking back and forth. Nate can’t stop himself. He closes his teeth on the soft skin. Will hisses, but he doesn’t ask to stop, so Nate bites and sucks harder.
He knows he’s doing a good job when the first drops of precum wet his hand. He lets go of the nipple and raises his hand to examine the slippery fluid.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like what I’m doing whenyou’re dripping right into my hand.”
Will watches through glassy eyes as Nate brings his hand forward. “Give yourself a taste.”
“No.” Will turns his head away.
Nate licks his hand instead, liking the slightly salty taste. He wonders if Will’s actual cum would taste the same. He lowers his head to suck again, causing Will to moan. He works on the cock for a few minutes while squeezing those muscular pecs. They fit his palms perfectly. He may be causing pain, but Will doesn’t protest.
It’s not like he doesn’t know what rough sex feels like after his years with Joel.
When Nate’s mouth grows tired, he raises his head to watch Will, who is still sitting with his eyes closed. “You could have had this years ago,” he says.
Will’s eyes shift restlessly behind his eyelids.
“Are you pretending that I’m Joel right now?” Nate asks. “Did he suck you off better than—”
Will sharply opens his eyes and shoves Nate back, making him land on his ass.
“Don’t fucking speak about him with me.”
Nate moves to stand, angry at himself for fucking up their moment with his big mouth. “Sorry.”
“Get out.”
“I said I was sorry!”
Will rubs his face, seemingly struggling to raise his hand. “Listen, I’m drunk, and I’m dizzy. I just want to sleep. Thank you for… whatever that was, but I want you to… just leave, okay?”
Nate won’t ever get a chance like this again—he’s sure of that. His sense of failure is crushing, and that makes him furious. Since he’s officially been kicked out, he dares to say, “I should talk about him as much as I want. It wasn’tmewho was responsible for his death.”
Will looks away, his lips clamped tight. Nate takes a step forward, wondering how far he can push. “Joel was my best friend, and he died onyourwatch, when he needed your support. Now I can’t even fucking say his name? Look at me. Hey, look at me!”
