Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I meant in our separate bedrooms, but if you wanna do it together, we can.” Then, more to himself, he muses, “Why haven’t we ever done that? Isn’t that a thing guys do?”
Someone has to be an adult here, so I say, “Okay. Our lack of sex and this marriage are messing with our heads. We don’t jerk off together and don’t get erections over each other because we’re best friends and we don’t ever want to do something we can’t take back.”
“Like getting married?”
“That’s different. We’ll eventually divorce.”
“That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, D.”
Another sigh falls past my lips. “I know it doesn’t. I just…” Don’t want to lose him. Don’t want to mess this up. Don’t want him to think I can’t just be friends with him because I’m gay. There are a million feelings swirling around inside me right now.
“Is it because I make you uncomfortable when I’m naked?”
My brows draw together. “What?”
“I’ve noticed it sometimes. It didn’t really click until I changed in front of you when I hurt my ankle. I don’t think you like to see me naked, and…holy shit. You said I’m not, but do you really think I’m a gross, creepy weirdo? I wear my underwear in front of you, and you don’t like it. I didn’t even think—”
“I like it,” jumps out of my mouth before I can bite it back. “Not in a gross, creepy way for me either. Believe me, it’s hard not to like seeing you in your underwear, but I just never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t ever want you to think I was being inappropriate with you or that I’d automatically want to have sex with you because I’m gay.”
My confused expression seems to transfer to him. “I would never think that. I can’t believe you thought I’d worry about that with you.”
Shit. Maybe I am overthinking this. “It’s just because you’re so important to me.”
“You’re important to me too, dumbass.”
“Which is why we shouldn’t jerk off together.” I think… Or should we? To prove we can do it and that it won’t mess things up? No. We shouldn’t. It would be very, very bad.
“Okay, if you insist, but I’m dying here and really need to nut, so if I can’t do it with you, I’ll have to excuse myself.”
My dick throbs behind my shorts, pulsing with the need to do exactly what he says.
“Yeah. Me too. We’ll just go do it and then come back to watch our show.” God. What are we, twelve?
“Bet. Meet you back here in ten. I’m not gonna last long.” And with that, Eric shoves to his feet. He winces, having forgotten about his ankle. “Goddamn it.”
“Be careful.” I hand him the crutches, then pause the show.
We walk toward the hallway together, both of us sporting massive boners, to go jerk off and then come back and watch TV together…
This marriage might end up being more than I bargained for.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eric
I flop onto my bed and immediately tug out of my shorts and underwear. I have no idea what just happened out there, and I have no time to sort through it, not with how bad my balls need emptying.
What the fuck even was that? I never got wood from someone stroking my hair.
I never got wood from Donovan doing it.
But it’s not as if I never noticed Donovan. How could I not? His strong jawline. The way his lips turn up into a mischievous grin. The way his smile lights up a room. The body he’s worked so hard on over the years but now just seems to magically stay incredibly fit without as much work.
I reach over, tug open the drawer of my nightstand, pump some lube into my hand, and then give my aching dick a slow, measured stroke.
Like…how does he have such nice abs? I work out way more than him to keep mine looking the way they do. He was so small when we were younger, though. He was still cute, of course, but wow, twenty-eight-year-old Donovan is pretty hot, isn’t he? How are the guys not all over him all the time?
My hand moves faster, my grip tighter. My balls are maybe the fullest they’ve ever been.
I look down at my thick, swollen shaft, slick with lube. Precum leaks from my slit and…does Donovan precome a lot? He’s in the next room over, jerking himself too, naked, on his bed with a hand wrapped around his shaft…maybe a finger or two in his hole.
My dick twitches, my body feeling slightly jittery, scintillating pleasure making my skin tingle.
I clumsily pump lube into my other hand, let my finger dip behind my nuts. Legs spread, I circle my rim, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
My cock is so fucking red, the veins in my shaft full and thick. Is Donovan thinking about what I’m doing in here? Is he just as hard as me? Just as fucking needy? Is he obsessing about me in the weird-ass way I can’t seem to stop myself from obsessing about him?