“I was in your bed,” Jacob continued. “It was morning. Summertime. I thought you were having a nightmare, the noises you were making. Then I noticed you were humping the bed.”
“I don’t—” Felix paused, his hips hitching up into Jacob’s grip. “I don’t remember.”
“I think you were half asleep,” Jacob said, the words pouring out of him. Once, he thought he’d take the memory to the grave. But now he’d started, and he couldn’t stop. He felt drunk on Felix’s reactions, his breathy moans and his hot, wet cock jumping against Jacob’s palm. That power he’d felt before was flowing back, heady and overwhelming.
“You sounded so desperate,” Jacob continued. “I remember… I remember being jealous that you could be so fucking desperate out loud. You always feel shit so loudly.”
Felix laughed, the sound trailing off into a gasp as Jacob squeezed his cockhead. “And I came?”
“You did,” Jacob said, his mouth watering at the memory. He never let himself think about it, but he dreamed about it sometimes, waking up aching. “Shit, Mess. Thesoundsyou made. You humped the mattress. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.”
Felix whined, twisting his wrists against Jacob’s hold. “Fuck, man. You should’ve woken me up.”
“I couldn’t,” Jacob admitted. “I couldn’t even move. I just lay there, staring at you. Then you started waking up and I ran and tripped over your unfinished bio homework.”
Felix laughed again, breathless. “That’swhy you sprained your ankle?”
“Yeah. Your fault. Put your shit away.” In a fit of daring, Jacob kissed Felix’s straining neck, feeling the vibrations underneath Felix’s damp skin. “You said you’d tell me what you like.”
“What? Oh, uh. Faster. And tighter.”
Jacob sped up, squeezing Felix’s cock. Felix shuddered, his head tipping back against the mattress.
He was gorgeous. The lamp light wasn’t enough—Jacob wanted to see the red flush of Felix’s cockhead. Hell, he wanted to see Felix naked, stretched out underneath him. He thought about asking Felix to take off his clothes. But that would mean he would have to let go of Felix’s wrists, not to mention his cock. And Jacob wasn’t about to stop now, not with Felix writhing so sweetly under him.
Jacob wanted to draw it out. To see just how desperate Felix could get. But he was still stuck in the disbelieving euphoria ofholy shit I’m going to make him come, every groan making him more obsessed with getting Felix over the edge.
“You—” Felix gasped, his eyes slamming shut as Jacob ran his tongue over his collarbone. “Y-you came out a few weeks after.”
“Yeah. It helped me realize some stuff.”
“Aw. Glad I could help…” Felix trailed off in a moan, his back arching off the bed. “Ohfuck. Kiss me, please fucking kiss me.”
What else could Jacob do? He licked into Felix’s mouth, trying to remember what Felix had done to him earlier. But Felix was panting, shifting, the kissing broken by moans until Felix went rigid and silent underneath him and came all over his shirt.
Jacob stroked him through it, mesmerized. He felt a little insane. Like if he didn’t touch himself in the next minute hewas going to fall to pieces. But he couldn’t stop touching Felix, jerking him until Felix whined with overstimulation.
“Mmmm,” Felix hummed, his eyebrows dragging together. “Might wanna ease up there, man.”
Jacob considered not stopping. Coaxing Felix into getting hard again, watching his ‘too much’ expression morph into ‘oh fuck please more.’ But Felix was wriggling against him again, looking up at him expectantly.
“Let me go so I can suck your brain out through your cock,” Felix said.
Jacob’s cock throbbed so hard he got lightheaded. He let go of Felix and stood up, scrabbling at his jeans.
Felix tucked himself away and climbed onto the floor next to the bed. “Come on. I wanna see it.”
“Youjustcame,” Jacob said. “Calm down.”
“Can’t,” Felix said, his eyes fixed on Jacob’s zipper as he dragged it down. “Excuse me for being excited about finally seeing my best friend’s cock.”
“You should’ve said you wanted to see it!”
“Idid. You thought I was joking.” Felix stopped, his mouth falling open as Jacob pulled himself out. “Oh fuck.”
Jacob looked away, embarrassed. “Don’toh fuckme. It’s a regular looking dick.”
“Shut up, Michelangelo dick,” Felix replied. He even sounded dazed, which was flattering. Unless he was faking it to make Jacob feel better, which was entirely possible. But Jacob doubted it. Maybe everybody else just had ugly dicks.
