Riley wanted him.
Riley wantedhim.
It was all Brent could think about as Riley stroked his cock, sucked on his lower lip, panted into his ear, soft, needy moans filling the space between them.
“Feels good,” he whispered, out of breath and struggling to fill his lungs. The air in the RV was thick, too hot, pressing down on him.
He wanted to come. He wanted to come all over Riley’s hand, all over his stomach, leave him marked the same way Riley had dragged his short nails down Brent’s back, marks that had faded all too soon.
He could hear Riley’s breath coming in gulps and hiccups, his chest heaving as he got close, his grip tightening again. Brent gave into the urge to grind as hard as he could against him, screwing his eyes shut so he could focus on how good this felt, how badly he needed it.
“Riley,” he gasped. “Riley,Riley.”
Even Brent wasn’t sure what he was trying to say, but it felt important. Like he needed to acknowledge that this was Riley, that it was his best friend dragging him right to the edge and threatening to push him over it, making him…
Brent’s mouth fell open as his orgasm hit, all previous thoughts wiped out of his mind. He jerked against Riley, moving both hands to his ass and pulling him in, grinding hard against him as he came, the head of his cock tangling in his t-shirt, sliding over the soft skin of his belly.
It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure, every touch setting off another one as he gasped for breath. Brent’s head banged against the wall behind him as he rode out the aftershocks, hissing as pleasure turned to oversensitivity.
Riley took his hand away immediately, but didn’t back off.
Riley had come all over him, too, and he could barely process how hot that was.
He could make Riley come. He’d done ittwicenow.
The idea that he could make someone as worldly and confident and effortlessly sexy and charismatic as Riley come was amazing. In another life, Riley could have had people lining up outside his RV for a chance to do that.
Brent was honored that Riley had picked him. Even just this once.
Well, twice, but Riley hadn’t been the one asking the first time.
Riley made a soft, tired sound in the back of his throat and let Brent take most of his weight, leaning heavily against his chest. Their softening cocks brushed against each other, making a shiver run down Brent’s spine.
He should have tried sex with other men a long time ago. It was nice to have confirmation that he was definitely as bisexual as he’d said he was when they were kids. As he’d alwaysbelievedhe was, even though it was an untested theory.
After a few minutes of silence while they both caught their breath, Riley started laughing. Nothing cruel, nothing sinister, just honest, joyful laughter that made Brent’s heart swell.
Riley was happy to be with him.
He had no idea what a gift that was.
“So, are you coming inside now?” Brent asked, moving his hand away from Riley’s ass to rub circles on his back.
“I’m not coming again for a while,” Riley responded, his tone dry as ever.
Brent had walked right into that one, so he let it slide.
“I would like to share your bed, if that’s what you’re asking?” Riley lifted his head off Brent’s shoulder to look at him.
Brent licked his lips nervously.
Even though they’d just gotten each other off, he still wasn’t sure Riley wanted to spend time with him.
That was probably a self-esteem thing.
“That’s what I’m asking. No pressure.”
“Your bed’s bigger than mine, and it’s got you. I’m sold,” Riley said.
Brent breathed a sigh of relief, his head still spinning from everything that had just happened. “Good.”
