I pull off him slowly. My jaw aches. My lips feel swollen. A string of cum connects my mouth to the head of his cock, long and pearly in the purple light. I wipe it away with the back of my hand.
My ears are ringing. My heart is hammering against my ribs. I just blew my best friend. Swallowed his load. Tasted him. And it was…fuck.It was everything.
The big guy behind me hasn’t stopped. If anything, he’s gotten more intense. His tongue swirls around my hole, dips inside, then pulls out and laps at me in long, greedy strokes. He’s holding me open, spreading me with both hands. His stubble rasps against my cheeks, burning in the best way. And I’m pushing back against him, shamelessly chasing that wetness.
But without Jace’s cock plugging my throat, there’s nothing to keep me quiet. Nothing to stop the moans building in my chest, climbing higher and higher, threatening to break free. I bite down on my lip, teeth sinking into the soft flesh, trying to hold it back. But when the big guy’s tongue breaches me again, stabbing deep, corkscrewing inside me, a moan rips out—a loud one. I clap a hand over my mouth, but it’s too late.
“What was that?” Jace’s voice comes through the wall, hoarse and spent but tinged with confusion.
I hold my breath. The big guy stills.
“Sounded like…” A long, agonizing pause. I can picture him on the other side, frowning, tilting his head, trying to place that sound. Then his voice drops. “Luca?”
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If I don’t answer, maybe he’ll think he imagined it. That’s possible, right? He just came. His brain is mush. People hear things. Acoustics are weird, especially in a place like this. He heard a moan, yeah, but it literally could’ve been anyone.
“Luca?” Jace calls again, louder this time. “Dude, answer me.”
Fuck.Of course he knows. Two years of friendship. He knows my voice better than anyone. Even through a wall. Even warped by pleasure. It’s ridiculous to think he wouldn’t know it’s me.
I look over my shoulder at the big guy, as if he could somehow help me out of this. But he’s just kneeling there with a smirk on his face, lips swollen and glistening, chin still wet from eating me out. Can’t really blame him. Give the man a bowl of popcorn, he’s got front-row seats to a goddamn soap opera.
I close my eyes. Take a breath. Wipe a smear of cum from my chin with the back of my hand.
“Y-yeah,” I croak out. “It’s me.”
Silence. A long, suffocating silence that stretches across the wall between us.
“What the fuck are you doing in there?”
Good question. Great question, actually. One I’d love to answer if I had any idea myself. Why am I on my knees with my ass hanging out and my best friend’s load drying on my shirt?
“I was…” My voice is wrecked. Shredded. It sounds exactly like the voice of someone who’s had a dick in their throat for the last ten minutes. “I was just… I needed…”
What did I need? What could I possibly say that would make any of this okay?
“I thought you were gonna take a leak,” Jace says. His tone is flat.
“Yeah, well. Took a little detour.” I try to laugh, but it comes out like a cough.
“What the hell, man? Did you…” He stops. I can hear him breathing on the other side, putting it together. “Was that you? On me? Did you just…”
Every instinct screams at me to deny it. To lie. To say I was just watching, that the other guy did it all, that I was just an innocent bystander. But he knows. He already knows. I’d look like an even bigger idiot than I already am.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “It was me.”
“Fuck.” A long exhale through the wall. “Dude.”
“I know.”
“You serious, Luca? You sucked my dick?”
“I did.”
“That’s… fuck, that’s…”
“Hey.” The big guy speaks up for the first time. I don’t know if it’s better or worse that he’s trying to help. “It’s a glory hole, man. Chill. Anyone could’ve been over here. That’s kind of the point.”
