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“I have lube. Lots of it.” Milo rolled over and pulled out two bottles, handing me one and keeping the other.
“Need two of them, huh?”
“It’s cheaper to buy in bulk. But sometimes I don’t use it in time, so that defeats the purpose.”
I felt the laugh in my chest before I let it out through my lips. “You’re an absolute delight, and I have never used those two words together before, so that should tell you something.”
“And you’re really hot. I like your cock. There’s lots of veins. We should jerk off now.”
“I’m down with that plan.”
We both slicked up and set down the bottles. I hadn’t just sat next to someone, jacking off with them, since I was in high school and Kris and I started fucking around. In some ways, it shouldn’t be as hot as it was. I’d had a lot of sex, but damn, just watching Milo use his left hand to play with his balls while his other caressed his cock had my nerve endings spark a wild fire inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I told him.
“Wait. What? You said you’re attracted to me, but you think I’m sexy?”
“Yes, and you stopped. Let me see you pleasure yourself, Lo.”
“Oh…” He visibly trembled. “You don’t have as much precum as me. You like to touch your head more. I can see it, see the way your thighs tighten when you do. You pay lots of attention there.” Fuck…why was that so hot? Hearing him talk about watching me jerk? “This is so much better than porn.” His hand sped up, and I groaned.
We were quiet for a moment, just lying there and jacking ourselves. It felt good as hell, but my fingers twitched to reach over and replace Milo’s hand with mine, to play with his balls until he blew his load all over his stomach…or better yet, on me.
“Gideon?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s okay if you say no, but I really want to touch your dick…jack you off, I mean.”
“Christ.” I almost shot at his question, which might have killed me. It shouldn’t get me going that much just to hear someone say they wanted to give me a rub and tug.
“Just as friends…because I trust you. I’m not asking to be your boyfriend.”
Something unfamiliar pierced my chest, a sort of pain I hadn’t expected, but I didn’t have time to think about that right then. “I’d like you to explain all that.”
“Now?” His voice was loud, sharp.
“No, after, and yeah, but do I get to touch you too?”
“Yes. God yes. Touch me, please.”
There wasn’t a chance I’d say no.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Milo
I was worried I was dreaming, but I couldn’t be, could I? I knew I’d made a fool of myself in front of Orlando and then came home to shower and pout, which led here. I didn’t think I would have fallen asleep so that I’d be dreaming because I was too angry for that. But this was so, so good it had to be a fantasy because since when did I get gorgeous, naked men in my bed, telling me I was sexy? But then, this was Gideon, who was the nicest person I’d ever met. In such a short time, he’d become the best friend I ever had.
And God, he looked incredible naked. It was even better than I expected. I loved how muscular he was, the definition of his abs, and oh God, his cock was so thick. And now I was going to wrap my hand around it and jerk him off and… “Oh God.” I shoved up so I was sitting.
“What happened? Is something wrong?” he asked, panic clear in his voice.
“No. I just almost had my orgasm thinking about touching you, and I didn’t want to because I haven’t even done it yet…and you haven’t touched me.”
I smiled when his fingers danced over my shoulders. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“No, we wouldn’t. I like it when you touch me.”
“I like your freckles.”
I grinned. “Thank you. I really want to get to the touching, though. I think I’m okay, but you should let me play around with your dick first so I for sure get the chance.”
I was looking at his groin instead of his face, but somehow, I felt Gideon smile. “Okay.”
Slowly, I reached my hand out. It was almost like I was outside my body, watching, but inside too, and the second my fingers fisted his erection and I felt the hot, hard length of him, I whimpered. If it were anyone other than Gideon, it would have been embarrassing, or maybe not because, whatever, I was just me.
I tried to hold him tight but not too tight. I wanted him to feel it but not to accidentally crush his cock. It was hard to do this with someone other than yourself. “Like this?” I asked, sliding my hand up and down.
