Page 113 of We Are Just Us

Rory groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “Can we please move on?”

“Absolutely not.” Kieran leaned closer, studying Rory’s face. Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached over and rested his hand on Rory’s thigh.

Rory stopped breathing.

Kieran slid his hand higher, until his palm pressed against the front of Rory’s sweatpants. And there it was. Still semi-hard.

Kieran raised an eyebrow. “You’re still turned on.”

“You interrupted me mid—”

“Mid what? Mid jerk-off session?”

“Jesus Christ, Kieran.”

Kieran grinned and squeezed gently through the fabric. “Am I not enough for you?”

“That’s not it.” Rory exhaled shakily. “I’ve been hornier than I’ve been in a long time. Constantly. It’s like you woke up a part of me I thought had gone quiet.”

Kieran’s chest tightened. “So the food poisoning is officially behind us.”

“Shut up.”

Kieran glanced back at the laptop, then at Rory. “Show me what you were watching.”

Rory’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I want to see it. The whole thing. Please?”

Rory stared at him for a long moment, clearly debating. Then he sighed, reached over, and pressed play.

Kieran watched. A man being edged, stroked to the brink, denied, brought back again, until he finally broke, begging. When he came, his cock pulsed in the hands’ grip, cum erupting in thick ropes across his thighs, dripping down his legs, splattering the floor, while he shouted and shook.

The video ended.

Kieran sat back, his own breathing now uneven. “That’s hot.”

Rory looked at him, surprised. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Kieran turned to face him fully. “Is that what you like? Being edged? Begging for it?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I’ve never tried it. Not like that.”

“Do you want to? With me?”

Rory stared at him, raw hunger flickering across his face. “Yeah. Okay.”

Kieran smiled. “Good.” He stood and held out his hand. Rory took it.

Kieran led him toward the bedroom, heart pounding, already knowing exactly what he wanted to do. When they reached the bed, he turned to face Rory.

“Take your clothes off.”

Rory reached for the hem of his shirt, then paused. “What about you?”

“I’m staying dressed. Keep going.”

Rory swallowed hard but obeyed. Shirt first, then sweatpants, then boxers, until he was standing there naked, cock already half-hard and filling fast under Kieran’s gaze.