It felt strange now though, to walk in and know that I was in here for one reason and one reason only; to take the next step in this unexpected relationship. To take what we had from friend zone across the line into proper lovers.
And I wasn't nervous about that part, I realized. I couldn't be. Every time we were together, every time wetouched, it felt too right to be something I should regret or worry about.
He shut the door behind us and for a moment, we faced each other, neither of us moving, just looking.
“It's not too late to back out now,” Ryan said.
He was only thinking of me. He was so fucking sweet, as always. But I pointed back and forth to the tents in the fronts of our pants.
“You going to pretend this isn't already happening?” I asked.
He shook his head, trying not to smile.
“Kamran, be serious,” he chastised.
“I am being serious,” I said, finally stepping up to him. “Don't do this to me.”
I took his hands, holding them and playing innocent while I knew damn well that our hard cocks were touching through our pants. His breath hitched, but he remained still.
“Don’t act like you think Ican just walk away now and be unaffected. Like this doesn’t mean anything to me.”
He looked down, avoiding my gaze.
“It’s just that with every step forward there’s been two steps back. Every time I thoughtmaybe, I was wrong.” He looked up then, forcing our gazes to meet. His was filled with fear. “I can’t handle anymore false hope. I need this to be real.”
“Maybe the problem is you need proof,” I suggested.
“I feel your proof,” Ryan chuckled, wiggling his hips and making our cocks rub.
I bit my lip, holding back a moan.
“Not that. I mean proof that I'm really in,” I said. “That I'm not going to run off after or back out half way through.”
Ryan's brown eyes softened.
“Yes to the first part. Don’t run away after,” he agreed, looking slightly relieved. “But you can back out halfway through if you need to.”
He stroked my arms, offering me reassurance and an unwavering gaze without a hint of judgement in it.
“Don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to. Just tell me if it's too much.”
I wasn't sure how to respond. The deeply ingrained macho side of me wanted to laugh and tell him to fuck off, that I could handle it. The other side of me knew that I'd literally gone home crying the last time we'd fooled around. I had put on a pathetic show so far and he was being far too nice about it.
“I'm not going to change my mind,” I promised and before he could say anything else, I lowered to my knees.
Ryan gasped, but remained very still, letting me do what I wanted.
When I reached for his pants and worked them open, he didn't move until it was time to push them down, then reached for the waist band and helped me to free his cock.
I'd been in change rooms with Ryan plenty of times. I'd seen loads of guys naked but never looked or paid much attention to what they had dangling down there.
This really shouldn’t have been a shocking moment, I'd evenfeltRyan's hard cock digging into me a couple times now.
But being face to face with the thing when it was rock hard and glistening was completely different.
I stared until his cockbobbedat me and then looked up at Ryan who was watching me with pained amusement, like he couldn't decide between laughing and grimacing.
“You okay?” he asked.
