“Do you think about her when you jerk off alone?” Cole asked.
“No,” I whispered.
“Never?” He sounded so broken at my words.
The truth was, I forced myself not to think about her. It never got easier, though. She always had a way of creeping in.
But I didn’t deserve her. I knew I didn’t. Not even in my fucking dreams.
“I try not to,” I replied.
He shifted and went onto his back. I made my way around the other side and lay beside him. He rolled over to face me a moment later.
“Can you please ask Church to renegotiate the terms?” he whispered, his voice shaking. “Even if it’s only so I can just talk to her. That’s all I want. To hear her say my name again. Fuck, Enzo. Please.”
I breathed out, knowing it was a terrible idea because Cole wouldn’t quit, but I knew he was so drunk he likely wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow.
“I’ll talk to him,” I murmured, knowing damn well I wouldn’t. With any luck, Cole’s history of drinking too much and not remembering would hold true.
“Fuck. Thank you, man,” he said, scooting closer to me. His lips were at my ear. “Enzo?”
“Yeah?”
“I miss you.”
“I’m right here.”
“You’re not, though. You’ve changed,” he said, his voice soft.
“I know,” my voice shook.
“Can we… together?”
“We’re not going to fuck,” I said gently, rolling over to face him. “I love you, man, but no. It would screw up our friendship.”
He chuckled softly at that. “I wasn’t asking to fuck. I wanted to jerk off with you, but just so you know, I’d be the bottom if you wanted.”
I let out a little laugh at his words. “I know you would.”
He reached out and stroked my dick slowly, and it came to life in his hand.
“Please?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly.
“OK,” I answered thickly. It wasn’t like we’d never gotten off together or touched one another. We used to do it quite often when we were with Rosalie.
I closed my eyes as he stroked me for a moment before I reached out and grasped his very hard, very large cock.
He groaned softly while I pumped him at the pace he was pumping me.
“Let me,” he murmured, pushing closer to me and taking both our dicks in his hand and working them together.
I let out a trembling breath as our dicks touched and he worked us over. I couldn’t stop myself from jutting my hips forward for him.
My orgasm built until I couldn’t stop myself.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I came.
He groaned, coming with me, our cocks making a mess between us.
