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“Oh, hell.” But it’s too late to stop this now. As he drops his gaze to my cock, I erupt, thick ropes of cum shooting onto my chest, and I grit my teeth to keep from moaning at how good it feels.

The orgasm lasts forever, I swear. Longer than usual. I completely coat myself, a sticky mess dripping down my abs, attention on Xed the entire time.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stammer once it ends, feeling my entire body flush from embarrassment as the tears prick my eyes. “Thought you’d be working longer, and I just needed to release some tension.”

Fuck, not now. Don’t cry, don’t cry.

Why do I always cry after I orgasm?!

He moves closer, eyes on my cum-covered chest, and my breath catches when he slowly climbs onto the bed beside me. I scan his arms out of habit, checking for any fresh scars. Thankfully, there are none, but I nearly choke when I catch the bulge tenting the front of his jeans.

He’s…hard.

“Is this the stuff you watch to get off?” He asks, looking down at the naked women on my screen.

With a sniffle, I realize my hand is still around my dick, and I quickly tuck myself away. “Sometimes. What do you watch?”

What the shit? Why am I asking? Why is he hard?

Why is he sitting next to me while I’m covered in cum?

“Nothing, usually,” he responds, fingers scooting close to mine on the bed. “I just focus on the feeling if I need to get off.”

My cock twitches at the image he just put in my head, and I clear my throat as I lock my phone. “Huh. Interesting.”

There’s a beat of awkward silence between us, so I chance a peek sideways and find Xed’s eyes on my crotch, a thoughtful expression crossing his features.

“I think I’m ace,” he says suddenly, brows furrowing. “Or maybe demi. Guess I could be both.”

Blinking in surprise, I lean forward to plant a kiss on his lips. “I don’t know what those mean, but no matter what you are, you’re still Xed, and I love you.”

His eyes connect with mine, and an ache blooms in my chest when he smiles sadly. “Thanks, Matty. I love you, too.”

Something about the way he whispers those words makes my stomach feel funny.

There are these moments throughout our friendship, especially lately, where certain things he says feel like they should be spoken in italics. Like there’s some layer of importance there, but my brain is just too dense to figure it out.

Our gazes hold for so long that the cum on my skin starts to dry.

“I, uh...” Moving to slide off the bed, I wipe my hand through the mess coating me to keep it from dribbling onto the carpet. “I should probably shower.”

“Yeah.”

He says nothing more, but I feel his attention on me like a weighted blanket as I leave the room, and I can’t even find it in me to feel guilty when I wrap my hand around my cock under the shower spray, coming to the image of Xed doing the same. And I don’t know what that means for our friendship.

Chapter eight

He’s doing it again.

Keeping as still as possible, I try to keep my breathing steady.

It’s been a week since I walked in on Matty jerking off, and every morning since then, I’ve woken up to the feeling of him pressing his hard length against me.

The first few times, he cursed and quickly left the bed, but yesterday and today, he’s gotten bolder. Stayed longer...

Pressed harder.

His hips are moving against me now, hot breath caressing my ear while his cock slides in between my crease over my boxers, and I can’t help the soft moan that leaves my throat. Matty goes completely still.