Page 38 of The True-Blue Romance

“Let me show you something.”

Joey cocks his head, but his eyes darken when I push my sweatpants down and then his own so that both of our cocks are freed. I’ve seen his cock a hundred times over the course of our long friendship, but never like this, even in my wildest dreams. His cock is long, curved upward toward his stomach. He gasps when I wrap my fingers around the base, squeezing slightly before moving up the length to memorize the velvet feel of him.

“Fuck, Lee,” Joey gasps out.

I let go of him and lick my palm, making Joey groan again. I use my other hand to guide his hips down so that he’s resting fully against me just as I wrap my hand around both of our cocks.

“Oh fuck.” Joey drops his head to my shoulder, and my body overheats when I realize it’s so that he can watch us move in the grip of my hand. I feel like I’ve run a marathon, unable to catch my breath from the intensity of the moment.

It’s all too much. Only a few thrusts from Joey has me sweating and about to come. I gasp and tilt my hips, squeezing my thighs around him to keep him close. His lips flutter across my shoulder as he says something I can’t hear. I want to capture this moment to keep forever. Oh my god. I squeeze my eyes shut and come, a lightning strike of pleasure rolling through me. My body feels weightless from the force of my orgasm, and the world only reorients when Joey groans my name and comes with his own relieved-sounding sigh. Our cum mixes together in my hand. I pull my hand out from between us, feeling wondrous and like I could climb any mountain. Joey meets my eyes just as I lick our joint release from my palm, tasting the salty, musky mix of both of us on my tongue. Joey gasps loudly and rocks his softening cock against my own, as if he wishes he could get hard again.

“Oh, that’s so fucking hot,” Joey groans just before pressing his mouth to mine as if to lick the taste of us from my tongue.

I smile, feeling an inexplicable joy wash over me. Even if it is a dream, I’ll take it.

8

JOEY

Lee tastes so good, it scrambles my brain. Even covered in cum and sweat, this is the sexiest experience of my entire life. Everything about Lee turns me on. The small noises he makes as I kiss him—noises I don’t think he’s even aware he’s making. Even the slight fur that covers his entire body. The softness of his rounded stomach, the strength of his thighs as they squeezed around me when he came. I never thought the feel of beard against my cheek as I kissed a man could make me crazy with lust. But my god, everything about Lee could make me burn hot enough to dissolve the world.

My heart aches with the years we’ve lost.

Our kiss slows to something softer, not rushed by the need to orgasm. But this kiss says something sweeter, something about the warmth of the future before us. Lee keeps running his hand gently up and down my spine, either to comfort himself or me, I’m not really sure. All I know is that I never want him to stop touching me. Ever.

I cup his face with my hand as I spin us to our sides, the drying cum between us making me grimace. “I could kiss you forever.”

Lee just hums and leans forward to kiss me again, no tongue, just a gentle press of lips. God, it’s never been like this when I’ve kissed someone. Although I could kiss him forever, there’s so many things I want to talk about. Things we have to settle.

“Come on, let’s shower, then we can talk.”

Lee looks frightened for a moment, and I can’t have that. So I kiss him slowly again, feeling like a fucking king when his muscles unclench. He sighs against my mouth as I pull away, his eyes closed, a small smile on his plush lips.

“Come on, baby.”

Lee follows me in a daze to the bathroom, seemingly happy to let me manhandle him into the tight confines of the shower stall. I turn the water on and grit my teeth at the cold water. Probably should’ve let it warm up first. But the water turns warm quickly, and I grab Lee’s bodywash. I squeeze some into the loofah, then rub it over his body, biting back a grin when he sways and rests his head on my shoulder. My cuddly big bear. I finish washing his body, even soaping and rinsing off his soft, heavy cock. He’s always been a shower, not a grower, and I appreciate the weight of him. He grows hard under my exploring hand, grunting into my shoulder, so I stop teasing him and push him away slightly so I can wash myself. He watches me as if in a daze, eyes glazed over as I swipe the rough loofah over my body.

Finally, both of us are rinsed off, so I turn off the shower and grab the still damp towel hanging outside the shower stall. I dry Lee off first because he looks sleepy and wrung out. The dark smudges under his eyes worry me enough to have me dreaming up beach trips to take some of the weight off his shoulders.

After I quickly dry myself off, I guide Lee back into the bedroom and sit him down on the edge of the bed. His stare is like I’ve never seen it. His bright blue eyes look shocked, but relieved at the same time. Something I never knew was possible.

I head to his nightstand, where I know he keeps his socks, but what I find there is more curious than socks. It’s a half-full bottle of the cologne I’ve worn for years. Tom Ford, the kind my sister got me on one of her work trips. I pull it out and turn toward him, watching as his eyes grow wide with fear.

“Is this my cologne?” I ask softly as I place a spray on my chest.

Lee stares for a beat, then turns his head so I can’t see his face. I can see the red blooming at the edge of his cheek though. He’s embarrassed; I’ve embarrassed him. Clutching the cologne in my palm, I move over to kneel in front of him, lifting my empty hand up to cup his chin so I can tip his face toward me.

“Andrew,” I say firmly.

“I spray it on my pillow, okay?”

My heart shatters. “You spray my cologne on your pillow?”

Lee squeezes his eyes shut tight. “Yes, it helps me sleep. It’s just… We don’t have to talk about it, okay? We can just ignore it.”

“No, we can’t.” I drop my hand from his chin and twist the lid off the cologne. His eyes follow me as I lift the bottle and squeeze one spray onto his chest before tossing the bottle onto the messy-as-hell bed. “You’ll smell like me now. Like orange-scented bodywash and Tom Ford cologne. A little like you and a little like me, okay?”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Lee asks in a hushed voice.