Winning It All

by Tanya Chris

  “This—” Seth gestured to the bed. “It’s romantic. You’re romantic. You don’t like having sex with someone you don’t know.”

  “I’ve known you for twelve years. And as far as your horndog energy goes, I’ve got no problem with it as long as it’s directed at me.”

  “It’s always been directed at you.” Seth came over and finished undoing his buttons for him. “That’s something I should probably tell you. This isn’t just about getting laid to me. It’s not pretend, and it’s not temporary. That’s why I couldn’t—”

  “I’m so glad you didn’t,” Carson assured him. “New plan. First, we try being boyfriends, then we get married.”

  “I like that plan.”

  “Then I’d like you naked.” Because so far it was all him getting naked. He shucked off his pants, leaving nothing but the boxers beneath him, then stretched out on Trisha’s bed to watch Seth put on a show for him. Not only could Seth act, he could dance. And, apparently, strip.

  Carson whistled and applauded as one piece after another came off until Seth made it down to his briefs, which were bridal white and very skimpy. Then Seth crawled up over him on the bed and joined their mouths together again.

  They rolled back and forth—somewhere in between the way he and Allie used to make out and the way he and Seth used to wrestle. It was everything he’d ever wanted, as good as he’d known it would be. Sexual attraction, friendship, and an emotion he could only call love teaming up to send him flying higher than he’d ever flown before.

  He couldn’t wait to get his hands on Seth’s cock. Seth put more effort into staying fit than he did, and he’d appreciated all that effort before, was appreciating it even more now that he was actually touching it, but the pièce de ré·sis·tance was still covered—easy to feel, but hard to see.

  Hard. Heh heh.

  “What’s funny?” Seth asked, and Carson almost told him because Seth would appreciate the joke, but he didn’t want to derail what they had going on, so he just tugged down on Seth’s briefs until his cock sprang free.

  “Holy shit,” he muttered at the sight of how nicely Seth’s grower turned into a shower. “You’re gonna fuck me with that?”

  Seth stopped trying to tackle him. “Why, do you want me to?”

  “Yeah. Little bit.” He was absolutely fascinated by the prospect. He’d experimented with his own fingers, but this would be different. Seth’s cock was nice. Fat and very hard.

  Seth twisted his head around, searching the room for something. “Shit. Trisha thought of everything except condoms and lube. She probably figured we’d bring our own.”

  “You don’t have any?”

  “I suppose you think I just run around with condoms and lube in my pocket?”

  Carson did think that.

  “All right, sometimes I do. But not when I’m wearing a suit and getting married to my best friend.” Seth sat up and rested in his chin in his hand. “Fuck me sidewise. This is so not how I saw this day going.”

  Carson couldn’t help laughing at how put-out Seth was. This was definitely not how either of them had imagined the day going. Or the week. Or the next few years. But it was amazing. He was in bed with his best friend, his almost-husband, his co-owner in a million dollars. Joy rolled out of him in helpless peals of semi-hysterical laughter. It was all just so fucking funny. Seth held out for about thirty seconds before he started laughing too.

  “So now what?” Carson asked when they’d laughed themselves into exhaustion and were lying next to each other, naked and still somehow hard on their puffy pink not-wedding bed.

  “Now I introduce you to blowjobs.”

  “Like I’ve never had a blowjob. Allie and I were together for five years. You don’t think she ever blew me?”

  “Not like this.”

  Seth was right, as it turned out. He brought a skill to the task that’d been honed by more practice than Carson cared to think about and an enthusiasm Allie had been missing. In fact, he’d never known it was possible to be so enthusiastic about sucking someone’s dick, but if he’d had any doubts left about whether or not Seth really had the hots for him, they were burned away by the intensity with which Seth went at it.

  Seth had him on his back, with his knees up and pushed out to the sides. It was a vulnerable position, but one that gave Seth access to a lot of territory Allie had never bothered to investigate. Like his balls and the skin behind them. Even the virgin pucker of his ass.

  “I’m so going to enjoy getting in here,” Seth said.

  Carson figured Seth meant with his dick, but a second later, Seth proved him wrong by getting in there with his tongue—an intimate and enlightening preview of what Carson hoped would happen very soon, but for now he enjoyed all the places Seth was willing to put his mouth.

  The sight of his best friend’s head between his legs did funny things to his stomach. And to his heart. It was like winning the lottery all over again—surprising and amazing and life-changing.

  By the time Seth stopped screwing around with all those parts of him that’d never received any affection before and turned his full attention to his cock, his cock had just about had it. It took embarrassingly little to make him come, and he ejaculated about a gallon of backlog.

  “Well?” Seth’s smug face turned up to him. His tongue came out to lick around his lips as he contemplated Carson like he was waiting for a goddamned trophy.

  “It was okay,” Carson said, because they’d been friends too long for him to give Seth praise without giving him shit too. “Can you teach me to do that?”

  “First lesson begins in three, two, one—” Seth jumped him, rolling them both across the bed until Seth ended up on his back. He gave Carson’s shoulders a suggestive thump, and Carson slid down until he came face to face with Seth’s cock, still rock hard and still the most handsome cock he’d ever seen, in porn or anywhere.

  A little bit of a mystery though. “What happened to the lessons?”

  “Just suck it,” Seth said, giving him an encouraging push in the right direction. “I don’t want you to be too good at it yet. It’s part of the fantasy.”

  “What fantasy?”

  “Turning my straight best friend gay for me.”

  Carson opened his mouth to argue with the straight part, then changed his mind. Let Seth have his fantasy. “So gay for you,” he agreed.

  He put his mouth over the head of Seth’s cock and sucked it in. It was big and firm, a little salty. Seth’s pubes were trimmed back, and Carson thought maybe he should do some manscaping himself because it made sliding as far down Seth’s shaft as his throat could manage pleasantly hair-free. The skin of Seth’s sack was soft against his fingers, loose and wrinkled, but the more Carson sucked, the tighter his balls got, and he knew what that meant. It meant he was doing a good job.

  Seth thrashed a bit, like he wanted to buck up and take control, but he didn’t force any more of himself down Carson’s throat than he could handle, and when he was about to come, he mumbled a warning in plenty of time for him to pull off. He didn’t though. He wanted this, had wanted it for quite a while.

  It was hard to say where life was going to take the two of them over the next few years, but he sure liked where life had him right now—glowing with orgasmic bliss, swallowing his best friend’s load, and about to embark on the greatest adventure of his life.

  Chapter 6 Seth

  “I can’t fucking believe we’re doing this again,” Leslie complained as they fastened the boutonniere to Seth’s lapel.

  “We’re doing it better this time.”

  This time he and Carson had rented a venue, hired an officiant, announced the event ahead of time, and invited all their friends and family. Because this time they really meant it.

  It’d been three years since they’d torn up their marriage certificate. Three years of living in New York, pounding the pavement and plying their craft. Neither of them had made it to the big time—yet—but between the two of them, they earned
enough to support themselves. Which was a good thing since most of the lottery money was gone. They had just enough left to pay for their Hawaiian honeymoon, and then they were on their own. They weren’t famous, they were no longer rich, but they were happy.

  “How’s Carson doing?” he asked Leslie, swatting their hand away because the flowers were fine.

  “You’ll see him at the altar.”

  “I know, I just—” Sometimes he still had a hard time believing he’d gotten so lucky. What if they hadn’t won the lottery? Would they ever have found this?

  He reached into his pocket to check for the ring he’d be putting on Carson’s finger. It was one of the matching pair Carson had bought the last time they’d gotten married—still a plain, unadorned gold but now engraved with two dates: today, and the day they matched five numbers in Colossal Cash.

  “Ready?” Leslie asked, offering their arm to escort him down the aisle that’d been formed out of folding chairs and potted plants.

  “Ready,” he agreed. More than ready. Overdue, even.

  There was his man, tall and handsome in a tuxedo, standing next to Trisha at the white lattice arbor with its bunches of wisteria. Carson smiled, and he smiled back, his knees a little wobbly because his heart was too full. He’d stood in front of a lot of audiences in his life, but he’d never played a bigger role.

  The two of them joined hands as they exchanged promises and rings, and this time no one needed to prompt them to kiss at the end. Carson tipped him back so far they almost both went over. They came up laughing, which was how they spent most of their time together when they weren’t fucking, and walked back up the aisle arm in arm.

  “First things first,” Carson said, as soon as they’d stepped out of the sun into the rented hall. He pulled the wedding certificate from his jacket with a flourish. Seth pulled a pen from his, and they both signed on the dotted line.

  “THE SCENE OF THE CRIME,” Carson said as he flicked on the lights in Trisha’s apartment.

  “But this time, there’s lube.” Seth had made sure of that.

  Condoms, they’d stopped using a couple of years ago, but the lube was a definite requirement. He planned to fuck his husband tonight. Indeed, he doubted Carson would let him get away with not fucking him. Carson had turned out to be a greedy bottom, which only further confirmed that Seth was the luckiest man in the world.

  He could no longer pretend that Carson was straight or closeted—probably half of New York City knew what they got up to in their tiny, definitely-not-soundproof apartment—but he still clung to the fantasy of despoiling his best friend. Every time he got his cock in Carson’s ass, it was like the first time.

  “Dinner first?” He peeked in the oven to see that Trisha had left them another batch of baked ziti.

  Last time, they hadn’t gotten around to eating until after thoroughly exhausting all their other appetites, and it appeared tonight would go the same way because Carson was already stalking him with a purpose.

  “Is someone’s ass hungrier than his mouth?” Seth teased.

  “They’re both hungry. For you.”

  Carson caught him up against the counter and kissed him. Just like it had the last time they’d kissed in this spot, Seth’s head started spinning, but tonight he had no questions about what came next. A turned-down bed dressed in white sheets and red roses awaited them.

  The End

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