I teased myself with slow pumps, the way I’d do to my best friend. And when he begged for more in my filthy daydream, I stopped the motion completely, teasing myself in the same way I’d tease him if he were here. “Fuck.” I grunted, the ache of being so hard caused my dick to twitch.
Paddy kissed me in my mind and I melted. God, how badly I wanted that in real life. I returned to pleasing myself, his name slipping off my lips.
A gasp sounded in the room, and my eyes snapped open. Someone was here with me, and I suddenly felt so exposed. Whoever was in here knew I was fantasizing about my bunkmate. My chest tightened when my gaze landed on the man himself.
Patrick Murphy, my best friend practically since birth, stood over me. His hands gripped the side railing of the top bunk, chin dipped as he watched me.
“What the fuck, Paddy?” I said, covering myself with the blanket that had fallen on the floor. “Were you staring at me while I jerked off?”
I wanted to be angry at him for violating my privacy. Then again, we didn’t have privacy in here, and I didn’t exactly mind that the man I was fantasizing about was watching me stroke my aching erection. Heat flushed my cheeks. Nerves about how he’d react, but excitement that maybe he’d help me finish what I started.
A slow grin filled his face. “Depends. Were you thinking of me while you were cranking one out, Griffin?”
I swallowed hard; the guilt rushing forward again. “That’s inappropriate. I’m so sorry. We’re only friends, I know.”
“We’re more than friends, Griffin. I followed you across the country and am sleeping in the desert with thirty other men in a fucking un-air conditioned tent.”
His gaze traveled toward my groin, my stupid, stupid dick still hard and standing upright. But then his tongue slowly darted out, licking his bottom lip. “Griffin?” Paddy’s voice was anything but cool. It cracked, and the way he said my name affected more than just my arousal. It hit me straight in the fucking heart.
“Paddy?”
“What if I wanted to watch you touch yourself while you thought of me?”
Oh, fuck. I was not prepared for that admission. I sat up in bed, my feet hitting the ground. My legs were on the outside of either of his, and I gripped the back of his thighs. “I’d probably suck you off while I touched myself,” I admitted.
His head dropped back, and I took the growl emitting from his throat as an invitation to keep up the what-if game. We were floating in dangerous waters, but I didn’t fucking care. “What if my tongue teased the slit of your cock, Paddy?” I gripped the dick in question through his pants, squeezing his balls. He was hardening under my touch.
“I’d tangle my fingers in your hair and urge you to take me deeper,” he said. One of his hands released the railing of the bunk and he gripped the back of my head. “What’s it taste like?” he asked.
“Cum?”
Paddy nodded while I looked up at him. “I can show you?” I asked, undoing the belt of his pants.
“Please?”
I forced the insecure thoughts away. It didn’t matter that he was probably feeling sex deprived being here. That after this, he could very likely pretend it never happened. Or worse, he could hate me for doing this to him. Would he blame me for outing his true sexuality? Or was this one of those situations where he only craved human touch and it didn’t matter?
My arousal took over and pushed that all away as I freed his cock from his briefs. “Paddy? Tell me now if you don’t want this.”
His hand found my chin, and he forced me to look up at him. I found what I needed in his eyes. Arousal and admiration. And I knew, without him ever having to say it, that he too, had been thinking of this. “I want you to suck my cock, Griffin. And then I want you to show me how you taste.”
I didn’t waste a second more before leaning forward and taking him in my mouth. His moans of pleasure urged me on, and tasting the saltiness of pre-cum, I sucked and licked. And I teased him just like I did in my fantasies. His panting grew faster and stronger as I found my rhythm. And I knew he was close already. But I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I slowed my pace to keep him from finding the edge of the cliff.
Paddy’s grunt of protest caused me to chuckle. He gripped a fistful of my hair tighter. “Don’t be such a tease, Griffin. I’ve been waiting for this moment too fucking long.”
I wanted to ask how long, but stopped myself, returning to pleasuring him.
“That’s it, baby. I’m close. So fucking close,” he said, desperation dripping off his words. His hips flexed, and the vein on the underside of his shaft twitched. He was there, and I took every last drop that he had to give me while he tumbled straight over the edge.
I swallowed his release without hesitation and laughed when he let out a dreamy sigh of contentment, his body sagging against me. I wrapped my arms around his stomach, snuggling my face into his hard muscles. His warmth radiated through him, heat surging in my cheek. And I smiled. I actually fucking smiled for the first time since being sent to this hellhole.
“Your turn,” he said. He plopped beside me on the bed, eyes dropping to my bare cock.
“Oh no,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Not on the bed. Get on your knees.”
His face paled, mouth gaping open. “What?”
I cupped his cheek. My gut filled with heat. Touching him felt so right, like we’d been destined to be here this whole time. “Do you trust me?” I asked.
