“I told him I was going out to get laid.”
“Jesus.”
“What?” Bryce laughed. “It’s the truth.”
“I know, but?—”
“He’s never going to think it’s with you.” Bryce reached out and tugged the hem of Holden’s shirt. “Why would it be?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
Bryce made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat, and Holden headed back for the couch. He hadn’t put too much forethought into the night, but he did bring a bottle of lube and some condoms out from the bedroom just in case things got hot and heavy in the living room. Not that it was a bedroom, necessarily. Holden had a studio apartment, but it was a big one with enough separation in the space he could have a separate living and sleeping area. He had a room divider up to block the bed from the rest of the apartment, but in the heat of the moment, any distance to travel would have probably been too far.
Either way, Bryce ignored his question, sinking down onto the couch like it washiscouch inhisliving room inhisapartment. He spread his arms out across the back and smiled at up Holden.
“So,” Bryce said. “What’s up?”
Holden rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, sitting down on the couch beside Bryce. “You tell me.”
“Maybe we can play a game,” Bryce suggested.
“And what’s that?”
“You tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
Holden bit his tongue between the sharp edges of his canine teeth, swallowing down the flare of arousal that kindled to life in his belly at the very simple and very straightforward offer.
“Get on your knees,” he said, spreading his legs a little wider than his usual stance.
Bryce made a happy sound in the back of this throat and did exactly what he’d been told, situating himself between Holden’sknees and smiling up at him, hands resting against the top of his thighs. “What now?”
There were two ways he could take this, Holden thought. He could also be direct or he could take the long way 'round to what they both wanted. He wasn’t sure if one or the other was necessarily better, but he was curious to know how far he could push Bryce before it was too far. Holden also very much enjoyed the sight of the other man on his knees, cheeks just on the pink side of normal.
“Take your cock out,” he said.
“Mine?” Bryce arched a brow, but reached down and undid the fly of his jeans and pulled his dick out of his pants. He was half-hard, not terribly long, but thick. Precum shined against his crown, and he swiped the moisture away with his thumb before turning his attention back to Holden. “What now? Do you want me to touch myself?”
“No,” Holden answered. “I want you to tell me how far is too far.”
Bryce bit his lips between his teeth, entire body swaying forward. “I’ll try anything twice,” he said. “But probably nothing too out of the ordinary tonight.”
“What’s ordinary for you?”
“Sucking and fucking,” he said with a laugh.
Holden gestured toward Bryce’s slowly thickening cock. “Do you fuck with that thing?”
Bryce reached down and stroked himself, a long, overhanded tug from root to tip that had him throwing his head back with what Holden assumed had to be a deliberately wanton whimper.
“If you ask nicely.”
Holden traced his tongue across the front of his teeth and palmed himself. “What if I don’t?”
Bryce laughed at that, a low chuckle that turned into a rich and deep sound. He gave another tug down the length of his cockthat looked good enough it had Holden reaching into his pants and making a fist around his own shaft.
“The answer is definitely still a yes.” Bryce’s stare drifted down Holden’s body and he raised a suggestive eyebrow when he reached Holden’s lap. “How’s the saying go? If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine?”
“I’ve already seen yours.”
