Brent swallowed at the thought. He couldn’t get attached to Riley. Riley wasn’tanyone’sto keep.
That didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy this now, though. This whole thing was lightning in a bottle, volatile and short-lived, but amazing while it lasted.
“You can jerk me off any day,” Riley said, his voice low with arousal. “You’re good.”
Brent chuckled at that. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
Riley lifted his head to meet Brent’s eyes. “I wanna watch you touch yourself,” he said, licking his lips.
Arousal hit Brent like he’d been whacked with a baseball bat. He stared wide-eyed at Riley, unsure how to respond to that.
His cock twitched, so at least part of him was sure of how to respond.
“Please?” Riley asked, his eyes soft and hopeful.
Brent nodded slowly, taking his hand away from Riley’s cock and shoving his own underwear down. His stomach clenched as he curled his fingers around his own cock, embarrassment at being watched making him tense for a moment.
Right up until Riley whimpered.
Brent glanced at him to see him staring directly at his cock, his eyes following Brent’s hand as he moved it up and down the shaft. Riley licked his lips as Brent thumbed precome away from the head, spreading it down, slicking the way so he could grip harder, move faster.
Riley reached out, splaying his hand over Brent’s side, his fingers tensing and relaxing in time with Brent’s strokes. Brent could feel Riley’s eyes on him, watching every move he made, the air between them getting hot and tense.
Blood pounded in Brent’s ears as he realized that Riley was getting off on watching him.
He’d never done this before, never had anyone watch him.
It was turning out to be really,reallyhot.
Brent bit down on his lip, grunting as he let himself focus on sensitive spots, let himself relax and do what felt good instead of what he thought would look good. He let a soft moan break free of his throat, knowing how much he liked it when Riley did that.
It felt good to be wanted like this. Brent had never really understood what feeling sexy would be like, but he felt it now. He wasn’t just turned on, wasn’t just getting off—he felt like Riley was enjoying his arousal, enjoying looking at him.
Everything about that was too much. A week ago, Brent couldn’t have imagined this.
Ten minutesago, Brent couldn’t have imagined this. And yet here he was. Jerking off for his best friend, and enjoying it.
Unexpectedly, Riley reached out, wrapping his fingers around Brent’s wrist.
Brent glanced up at him, unsure if he’d done something wrong. He saw Riley smirking, leaning in, and before he could react Riley was kissing him again, their noses bumping against each other, Riley sucking on his lower lip.
He pried Brent’s fingers away from his cock, immediately replacing them with his own.
“My turn,” Riley murmured between kisses, bringing their hips together, lining his hard cock up against Brent’s own and wrapping his fingers around both of them.
Brent grunted at the sensation, rocking his hips into Riley’s hand, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt to pull him closer.
Feeling his cock sliding against Riley’s was impossibly hot, something he’d never even considered until now.
There were a whole lot of firsts going on at once, and Brent was barely keeping up with all of them.
If he’d thought Riley watching him felt good, then this was incredible. He could feel Riley’s cock pulsing against his own, making him want to grind harder, rock his hips until they both came, panting and happy and satisfied.
He grabbed Riley’s ass with his other hand, forcing their hips together. Riley only chuckled in response, rolling his hips against Brent’s, squeezing them both a little tighter. He couldn’t get his hand all the way around both of them, but it didn’t matter. It was more than enough, and shockingly intimate.
Brent had never felt this close to anyone in his life. Not even when he’d been inside Riley.
This was different. Before, he’d been unsure of what was going on, eager to feel wanted, but now… Riley had started this. That made all the difference.
