With just a few more sucks, he cries out, shooting down my throat. I take it, continuing to suck him until he goes hypersensitive and pushes me off.
I rise to my feet, catching his heavy-lidded gaze. I kiss one cheek, then the other, then his mouth reaches for mine. I wonder if he can taste himself on my lips, my tongue. If so, he doesn't seem to mind.
“Let me help you with that,” he offers, as his handreaches for my cock. He bends his knees, as though he is going to kneel, but I press into him.
“No, like this.” I push up his shirt, running my hands over his perfect skin again. I put my hand over his on my cock and pull. He gets the idea, spitting in his hand and wrapping it around me as I return my lips to his. Before long, I'm fucking his hand, feeling the tip of my cock rubbing up against his tight abs.
I pull my lips away, resting my forehead against his instead.
“So close, Jamie. Feels so good.”
“Yeah? You like that?”
His hand picks up speed and I know it won't be long. I use one hand to push his shirt up again, moving it out of the way just in time. I come in long spurts, the friction from his hand and stomach drawing out my pleasure until I am empty and sated. I look down and see his painted abs once again. But this time, it'smycum all over them. The thought makes my cock give a valiant twitch.
I lean my head against his shoulder, pressing him into the wall. For a moment, I feel nothing more than peace, here with the smell of his aftershave around me and the taste of him still on my tongue. But as a car passes by outside, I feel the weight of the world settle on me.
What have I done? Why, just as everything was falling into place, did I feel the need to ruin it all?
“Hey Ethan?”
Jamie's voice is tentative, and I wonder if he can hear the thoughts running through my head. I pick my head up off of his shoulder, look him in the eye.
“Yeah?”
“Don't...please don't make this weird. I...I like playing for the Huskies a lot more when you and I are friends. If this is gonna get in the way of that, we gotta stop. Is it gonna be a problem?”
Am I that obvious? Can he hear the thoughts running through my head right now?
“I...yeah. Our friendship is important to me, too.”
A wrinkle appears between his eyes and I realize – I haven't answered his question. Probably because I don't have an answer.
“I'll, uh, see you at practice, yeah?”
I see the worry in my mind echoed in his own eyes, and I wish more than anything that I could wipe it away.
“See you at practice.”
With that, I head to the door and walk outside. After the warmth of Jamie's apartment, the cold is biting. As I turn to walk home, the wind hits me in the face and it feels...
...it feels like what I deserve.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JAMIE
I don't knowwhether it's the knee-melting orgasm or the fact that the numbers on a microwave are no longer my night light, but I sleep like a rock. But as I wake up, the night before comes back to me.
Shit.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand and call Avery.
After three rings, he picks up.
“Hold on a sec.”
I hear whispering in the background and the sound of someone running into a piece of furniture.
