“Youtoo,” Declan said, retreating toward the door.
Onthe off chance Ashwasn’ta victim of wishful thinking, it was obviousthat Declan didn’t want to stick around right now, anyway.
Thatshouldn’t have been as disappointing as it was. Declan was Ash’s best friend,and he should have been grateful for what they had instead of desperate formore.
ChapterFifteen
Declangasped as he finally gave in and shoved his hand into his underwear, wrappinghis fingers around his hard cock with a sigh of relief.
Hecouldn’t stop thinking about Ash, about the way he’d touched him earlier, aboutthe warmth of his hands seeping into his muscles. He could barely remember everfeeling like this before.
He’dalmost kissed Ash twice now. The first time, he’d brushed it off as a momentarylapse. As fatigue, and excess happiness, and a whole bunch of other things thatweren’t the raw, burningneedhe’d felt. Both times.
Bothtimes, he’d wanted to kiss Ash because he could imagine how good it’d feel,because he wanted it all the way down to the pit of his stomach.
Hecouldn’t stop thinking about what might have happened if he hadn’t backed off.The image of Ash sliding his hand into Declan’s jeans, pulling his cock out,stroking him slow and steady, confident that he knew what he was doing, hiseyes sparkling as he looked up at Declan like he always did.
LikeDeclanmeantsomething to him.
Itwould have been so damned good, and he hated himself for not being brave enoughto stick around for it.
Ifhe closed his eyes, it wasn’t hard to imagine being back on the couch, lettingAsh crawl into his lap, his eyes screwed shut as Ash worked him expertly,spread precome up and down the shaft, reached lower to roll Declan’s balls inhis hand.
Declanbit down on his lip to stop himself moaning, aware that Ash was sleeping justacross the hall. It wasn’t as if either of them would be surprised to learn theother masturbated, but Declan knew that Ash wouldknow, somehow, that hewas thinking about him.
Thathe hadn’tstoppedthinking about him.
Thepit of his stomach ached with need, his cock leaking freely into his hand atjust the thought of Ash touching him,wantinghim. He hadn’t thoughthe’d ever get that lucky.
Ashhad wanted to kiss him, though. He’d felt the spark between them, the way theair had changed. That was what had made him jump back.
Declanwished he’d reacted differently now. He’d seen the look in Ash’s eyes when hejumped back. Disappointment. To the point of being hurt.
Notonly did he never want to hurt Ash, but hehadwanted to kiss him. Nomatter how terrifying that was.
Asoft groan escaped Declan as he imagined Ash dropping to his knees, wetting hispretty pink lips in preparation to take Declan’s cock in his mouth, suckingtentatively at first, swirling his tongue around it, lapping at the slit,swallowing precome.
Ash’seyes fluttering closed, a low moan welling up from deep inside him, eager to dothis. Eager for Declan, for them to take the leap past whatever dance they weredoing right now into something better.
Scarier,but better. So much better.
Declandidn’t doubt for a second that sex with Ash would be amazing. He had a greatpersonality and all, but it wasn’t his personality that led to heavy-eyedpretty boys sitting at his kitchen table of a morning, looking at him like hewas made of chocolate-covered marshmallows.
Thehandful of times Declan had met Ash’s boyfriends, they’d inevitably been likethat. Enchanted with him in the way only a truly satisfied man could be.
Thefact that Declan had taken notice of that probably should have been a clue thatthis was going to happen. That he’d always paid a littletoomuchattention to Ash for it to be strictly platonic.
Declanlet himself imagine Ash’s mouth around him, hot and intense, putting justenough pressure on his cock to tease.
Ashwould tease the hell out of him. He knew that without ever having to lay afinger on him.
“Ash,”he gasped, biting down on his lip the moment he let the word escape him, afraidthat Ash might hear him from across the hall. The last thing he wanted was toget busted doing this.
Hewasn’t ready to talk about it. Not yet.
Declangripped his cock tighter, a low, needy moan welling up in his chest as hestroked himself. Heat welled up in his gut, the familiar warmth of arousal, ofneed, of an orgasm building inside him.
Inhis head, he stroked his fingers through Ash’s hair, letting them tangle in thetoo-long strands, rubbing circles into Ash’s scalp to stop himself fromgripping too hard, his cock throbbing with the pressure of Ash’s mouth, theteasing of his tongue.
