Felix shook his head. Then, before he could lose his nerve (or his half-chub), he took Jacob’s hand and curled it into a fist.
Jacob’s eyes widened. His knuckle twitched under Felix’s grip, like he was thinking about uncurling his fingers but couldn’t bring himself to do it all the way.
“You said you didn’t want to,” Jacob said.
Felix shrugged. He was doing his best to look carefree and impish, the kind of guy who got so turned on by a sexy librarian yelling at them he had to go get fisted about it. Unfortunately, that was only a small part of his decision. Mostly, he wanted to see Jacob’s reaction. He wanted to be in bed with him one more time. Hell, he even wanted Jacob’s hand in him, the big, veiny bastard. He stroked Jacob’s wrist, arousal curling through him as he imagined his hole fluttering around it.
Jacob leaned in. For a longing-drenched second, Felix thought he might kiss him. Then he realized Jacob was just trying to be quiet.
“I thought you said it was too intimate,” Jacob said, hushed.
Felix rolled his eyes and tried not to look like he was panicking. “If you can’t be intimate with your best friend, who can you be intimate with?”
Jacob’s expression changed, suddenly seeming both confused and hopeful.
“You’re sure?” Jacob asked quietly. “We don’t have to.”
“Oh, wedon’t? Wow. Wish I knew that.” Felix headbutted him in the shoulder like they were kids and everything could be solved with a wrestling match. “I know, dude. I’ll tap out if it’s too weird. Now come on, let’s go to my dorm and lube up those hands.”
“Onehand,” Jacob said instantly. “Felix? We’re only doing one. You know that, right?”
“Quitter,” Felix replied.
CHAPTER 18
Jacob could feel Felix’s heartbeat.
The websites didn’t mention that,he thought as he pressed a fourth finger inside Felix’s hole. The thoughts seemed distant, even in his own head. It was hard to concentrate with Felix stretched so wide around him, face down and panting into the mattress.
He was gorgeous. Sweat gleaming on his spine, his knees shaking from holding himself up.
Jacob curled his fingers gently against Felix’s sweet spot.
Felix jerked weakly. “Qu-quit it. Juststretchme.”
Jacob said nothing, eyeing Felix’s cock as it twitched between his legs. It was painfully red and dripping, a drop of come still clinging to his cockhead. He’d come twice already. He’d begged Jacob to cut it out or he’d never get his whole hand inside.
Which was actually looking like a possibility right now. This had always been a hypothetical, something Jacob watched on an Incognito tab while chalking it up as something he would never do. But his thumb was nudging at Felix’s hole, and Felix was slowly giving way.
After another few moments of prodding, Jacob slowly worked the tip of his thumb inside.
Felix shuddered.
“Hey,” Jacob said. He kissed Felix’s spine, unable to stop himself. Felix couldn’t make fun of him for it when he was so out of it. “How is it?”
“Big,” Felix mumbled. “Is it almost in?”
“Almost,” Jacob agreed. “Got… got all my fingers in there now. Holy shit. You’re sure it’s not too much?”
“Do I look like I’m tapping out?” Felix twisted around to grin at him. But only for a second. Then he went back to rubbing his face against the sheets, his eyes closed. He hadn’t looked at Jacob much since he got on the bed. Jacob chalked it down to Felix being nervous. But he still seemed like he was having a good time, which was what counted.
“I’m just saying,” Jacob said, his fingers stilling inside him. “Anytime you want to call it.”
“Kinda sounds likeyouwant to call it,” Felix panted into the pillow. “Are you wimping out on me right now?”
“No. It just…” Jacob trailed off, staring at his fingers inside Felix’s hole. He’d been about to say it looked impossible. And it had, back when he’d worked that first finger in. But he’d been slowly stretching Felix out for at least forty minutes now, and they were almost at the widest part: the knuckles.
“We’re almost there,” Jacob said, watching his lubed-up knuckles bump up against Felix’s hole. “The guides say that once the knuckles are in, the rest of it is easy.”
