He looks so… hot. Probably not a word I should be using about my best friend. But it’s true. In this weird purple light, all sweaty and tensed up, he’s gorgeous. The way his teeth dig into his bottom lip. The flush creeping up his neck. The dark stains spreading under his arms. My gaze drifts to the lightning bolt on his forearm—our matching mark. Then lower. To his cock, the swollen head disappearing into his grip and reappearing, slick with fluid.
“Are you…” I start, but the words die in a gasp as the stranger sucks hard.
Jace’s eyes flick to mine. His pupils are blown wide. “Am I what?”
“Watching?” I grind out. Stupid question. He’s obviously watching.
He grins. “Course I’m watching. My boy finally getting some. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
But isn’t it weird that you’re jerking off to it, is what I actually want to ask. That you’re standing less than a foot away, fisting your cock while a stranger sucks mine. Aren’t we crossing a line here? A dozen lines? The words are there, on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t get them out. Because I don’t want him to stop.
God help me, I like it. I like having him this close. I like his eyes on me, his arousal mirroring mine.
I’ve always assumed Jace was straight as an arrow. He’s never hinted otherwise. But he has no problem with a dude on the other side, and he’s getting off on watching me with one… he’s clearly more flexible than I thought. And that fucks with my head.
Then again, it could just be the thrill. The adrenaline. I’m probably reading too much into it. He’s just a horny twenty-year-old who’ll take a nut however he can get it.
But if Jace really doesn’t care who’s on the other side… then maybe he won’t care if…
No. I can’t. I absolutely cannot.
A crazy, fucked-up idea takes root. This is so far from anything I would ever do that my pulse spikes just thinking about it. But that’s the thing. Jace has always brought out a side of me I can’t access on my own. The side that gets tattoos on a whim, that jumps off cliffs, that sticks his dick through a hole in a wall. And right now, that version of me is running the show.
I pull out, panting, my dick slick and spit-shined and achingly hard. A muffled whine of protest comes from the other side of the wall.
“Your turn,” I tell Jace, tucking myself back into my briefs with shaking hands.
He grins. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He takes my place at the partition, already lining himself up. A groan rumbles out of him as he pushes through.
“Hey, uh, I’m gonna take a leak,” I say. “Be right back.”
“Taking a piss with a hard-on? Good luck with that.”
“Yeah, well.” I shrug. “I’ll manage.”
“Hurry back,” he grunts, eyes already glazing over. “Don’t want you to miss the finale.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I slip out of the booth. The door clicks shut behind me. I lean against it for a second, trying to catch my breath. My fingertips are tingling.
This is insane. This is the single most insane thing I’ve ever considered. I can’t believe I’m even thinking about it. But my dick is throbbing, my balls are aching, and all rational thought has been chased out of my brain by a dizzying wave of lust.
I look left, then right. The back area is massive, almost as big as the store itself. The hallway stretches in both directions, lined with booth doors on either side. A few hang open, spilling purple light onto the sticky floor. Muffled groans seep through the thin walls. A whole fucking playground back here.
Then, with my heart pounding in my ears, I step up to the booth next door. The one on the other side of the partition. The one where, right now, someone is on their knees with my best friend’s cock in their mouth.
I stare at the door. My stomach is doing backflips. This is a terrible idea. The worst idea I’ve ever had, and I once ate a ghost pepper on camera.
I raise my fist.
And I knock.
4
This is probably not how it works here. There are probably rules, etiquette, unspoken codes among the guys who frequent places like this. You don’t just knock on someone’s booth mid-blowjob. But maybe looking like a clueless nineteen-year-old will work in my favor. I put on my biggest puppy dog eyes and hope for the best.
I hear shuffling inside, then the click of the lock. The door creaks open a few inches, and a slice of purple light spills out, outlining a large figure.
