We’re just two besties hanging out naked in the bathroom with hard-ons. Situation normal, nothing to see here.
Except his dick, which my eyes are still locked on.
Come on, eyeballs, get your shit together.
I finally look up at him, and he’s staring at me—and my dick?—mouth agape.
“Thank you,” I squeak.
He clears his throat. “Uh, no problem. I’ll just let you get back to it.”
“Right. Good. You get back to it too.” I cringe at that because I’m fairly certain he wasn’t getting in the shower. He was probably about to get off, and now I’m imagining him doing that, stroking his cock over and over?—
“Right. Later.” He hurries out of the room, giving me the perfect shot of his ass as he goes.
I toss my head back and reach for my cock again.
I’m losing control. I wouldn’t even care if he walked in and saw me. Some sick part of me wants him to.
I’m aching with need for him, precum dribbling from my tip, which must be why—after a thorough check of my shower—I climb right back inside and fuck my hand until I spill all over the shower wall.
It’s a mess, just like me. Like this entire situation.
I can’t keep doing this or I’m going to ruin everything. I have to figure out how to move on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HARDY
I saw Brian’s cock.
Not soft out of the corner of my eye in the locker room. Not the outline of it through his boxer briefs. His rock-hard dick was right there, sticking out at me, like I was supposed to shake hands with it.
Stroke it.
Like it wanted my attention.
And I wanted to give it attention. Before I go down the road of how problematic this all is, I’m going to let myself feel it.
Ever since the other night when I couldn’t hook up—when I thought of him instead of the girl I was with—I’ve immersed myself in the idea of us. What my feelings could actually be. And as I do, I’m reframing a lot of things that seemed to be done in friendship, but I think may have been a suggestion of something more. At least on my end.
Not that any of it was conscious. I love Brian and care for him like I would any of my friends, but I know now that soul-deep longing I feel, that intense desire to be with him isn’t because of our friendship. It’s because it’s him. He’s my person. And I’m fairly sure I’m falling for him. Or maybe I’ve already fallen.
All I know is I’m barely keeping it together because I want him in every way.
What just happened was the ultimate test of my willpower.
My door was locked. The lights were low. I was getting out my favorite anal vibe—because I already know I love anal sex and have been pegged before—and for the first time, I was going to imagine a person I actually know while getting off. Brian. I was going to let my brain go there and play out any wild fantasies it could come up with.
But before I got further than stripping naked and stroking myself a few times, I heard Brian screaming.
My first thought was that someone broke in, or maybe there was an attack on his plant babies. I don’t know. I’ve never heard him scream like that before. Of course it was a spider. He’s run into my apartment multiple times over the last couple of years, asking me to get rid of them for him. It was one of the first things he ever revealed to me—his arachnophobia is crippling. I’ve always been happy to help him out.
But today was a different story.
Finding him completely naked, drops of water still clinging to his skin, had my already hard cock at raging boner status.
It was hard to think with so much blood rushing there. I almost started leaking. I had to give myself a few strokes on the run back to my room.
