Chapter Nine
Riley licked his lips as he watched Brent drop his jeans and underwear, peeling off his t-shirt slowly, almost as though he knew how much of a tease this was for his best friend. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other completely naked—not since they were children.
Puberty had been kind to Brent. Well, no, puberty itself had been a misery for both of them, like it was for most people. But it had left behind a beautiful man with square shoulders, just enough muscle tone to look strong but still cuddly…
… and a really nice cock.
Riley tried not to stare, but he was always a little weak in the presence of beautiful people. Sometimes he forgot how beautiful Brent was, because he knew him so well.
It was hard to forget right now.
“Wow,” Riley said softly.
“That’s not something I hear a lot,” Brent mumbled, blushing all the way down to his collar bones.
“You should hear it every time you’re naked.” Riley paused, considering that. “Every time you’re naked in front of someone who isn’t a medical professional, anyway.”
“It would kinda freak me out coming from a doctor,” Brent agreed.
Riley stood, already naked, and closed the gap between them, leaning in to kiss Brent softly. Their bellies brushed together, the lightest touch of Brent’s cock against his own sending a shiver down Riley’s spine.
Brent was so beautiful, and Riley had wanted this for so long. He would never have asked, never have even mentioned it, but he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity.
Besides, it would make Brent feel better. Riley could make him feel loved, and wanted, and sexy, all things that he needed to feel right now.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Riley asked softly.
Brent shook his head, his expression sheepish.
A tiny thrill of arousal somersaulted in Riley’s gut. He didn’t necessarily have a thing for virgins, but the thought ofBrent’sfirst time with a man was exciting.
“That’s okay. We’ll take it as slow as you need,” Riley promised, reaching out to brush his fingertips against the soft, delicate skin of Brent’s belly.
His cock was already starting to react, the length swelling, the head getting dark. Riley could have stared at him all day, basked in the knowledge that Brent was aroused by the thought of sex with him.
Staring all day wouldn’t get them any further, though, and this was about Brent. This was about what Brent wanted.
“Be honest, does it hurt?” Brent asked.
Riley made a soft, sympathetic noise. “No, but I’m not gonna let you worry about that. I expected to bottom.”
Relief washed over Brent’s features. Riley wanted to kiss him again, promise him that he didn’t have to be nervous, that all of this was okay and not actually scary at all, but he wasn’t sure how affectionate he was allowed to be.
He was probably already pushing it.
“Okay.” Brent nodded. “Good. I mean… good, if that’s what you want?”
Riley laughed, touched by Brent’s concern. “Trust me, it’s what I want. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“I spend half my life worrying about you,” Brent murmured. “I’m not gonna stop now.”
Riley swallowed. That felt a littletooreal, a little too intimate for comfort.
He worried about Brent all the time, too, but hearing Brent say it…
Riley was trying so hard not to give this any more weight than it was supposed to have, but Brent was a sweetheart. It should have been obvious that he’d be just as sweet as a lover as he was as a friend.
He scooted back on the bed, leaving Brent plenty of room to join him.
