by J. S. Finley
While Thomas spread sunscreen on his shoulders and back he had to think of something other than Thomas touching him. Letting his imagination run wild would only lead to trouble. Thomas was too sexy to be this close. When he turned to spread sunscreen on Thomas, he almost lost his resolve to not lean in and kiss his neck. It took an iron will not to pull Thomas close and hug him. But he succeeded.
They were both sun screened up then Thomas put the chairs and table into the back of the car before raising the roof and locking the doors. When Thomas turned to look at him, Clay thought he saw something like interest in his gaze. But he had to be mistaken. He was reading things into Thomas’ reaction that weren’t there.
“Let’s walk.”
“Sure.” Clay didn’t have anything against walking with Thomas, but his feelings about the man were growing stronger. They headed farther down the beach away from the entrance. They passed a couple of cars and some screaming kids. The red lighthouse was over their shoulder as they continued on their walk. It was beautiful, and the urge to take Thomas’ hand struck, but he pushed it away.
“I’m worried about you at work,” Thomas said.
“I’ll be fine. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.” He couldn’t look at Thomas, not while he was being so nice.
“No, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me.”
Clay nodded and looked out to sea. He wasn’t able to process his feelings for Thomas. Deep down he knew what he felt wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t think Thomas would see his interest as okay. They made it to the end of the beach, and Clay stopped and looked around.
“Is this where we were last night in the boat.”
“It is.”
He turned, looking at the beach then the waterway. “I thought so.”
“Want to head back?”
He wanted to push Thomas to the sand and see how far they could go. Instead, he nodded. “Sure. It’s getting hot.”
“How about we shower then watch a movie. We can go back out later. I have some kayaks and a good place to put in.”
He liked the idea of spending the day chilling at Thomas’ place. Maybe they weren’t a couple, but there was no one else he would rather be with. “That would be awesome.”
“Cool.”
They walked back, Thomas talking about the types of fish he caught and how people reacted to the different ones. Clay liked listening to him; it was relaxing to hear his voice. Since he was being so animated, Clay snuck glances at him. He liked how Thomas smiled at him and occasionally touched his arm to get his attention to look at a bird or dolphins surfacing. He felt refreshed after the walk, and it had less to do with the fresh air and more to do with the man next to him.
“Do you want to get in again—the ocean I mean?” Thomas lifted his brows, looking adorable.
He shook his head, wishing he felt comfortable enough to lean in and kiss Thomas.
“No, we’re getting in the car, and I don’t want your seats getting wet.”
Thomas’ smile warmed his insides. If he could bottle his smile, he would make a mint of money.
Thomas pulled out his keys and stared out at the water for a short moment before clicking the lock open. Clay opened the door, and was surprised by the waft of heat that rolled out, hitting him with its full force. He groaned, wondering if taking a dip into the water was warranted.
“I’ll lower the roof,” Thomas said.
Clay nodded, his gaze meeting Thomas’. Desire was a funny thing. He wasn’t sure how he had come to the conclusion that Thomas was someone he wanted, but there was no mistaking how he felt.
Thomas was right. The car cooled off quickly with the top down. He couldn’t look at Thomas, or he’d risk the man figuring out how he felt. Instead, he watched the beach then the houses as they headed to Thomas’ house.
4
Clay was happy to help Thomas clean up from their picnic. Once they were done, he realized they’d spent longer at the beach than he thought. It was a little after noon, and he was tired.
“I’m going to shower; after we’re clean, we can watch a movie and eat lunch?” Thomas raised his eyebrows and Clay wanted the question to be an invitation to shower together, but he knew it was an invitation to watch the movie with him.
“Sure, I’ll go shower then food and a movie sound good.” Clay took a cold shower, enjoying the feel of the water on his shoulders and back. From the way his back felt, he might have gotten a little bit of a sunburn, but he wasn’t sure.
After dressing in a loose T-shirt and shorts, he headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Thomas came in behind him and stood close. Clay warmed and wondered if he should move away. He turned and caught Thomas’ gaze as he tilted his glass up, taking a drink. Thomas didn’t look away, and Clay didn’t move. His body heated, and he suddenly felt parched even though he was drinking water. He lowered the glass and stuck his tongue out, licking his lips. Clay swore he saw heat flash in Thomas’ eyes. Thomas turned away from him and took a sip of water, clearing his throat after he set his glass down.
What was happening? Was Thomas making eyes at him? He had to be mistaken. They were friends, nothing else. How could he even contemplate being with Thomas who was into girls, not guys, right? The thought of Thomas touching him, licking him, sucking him was too much, and he shivered.
Thomas set his glass on the counter beside Clay’s and stepped away. The loss of his heat was noticeable, and he missed the closeness.
“I have stuff for sandwiches when you get hungry. How about a comedy? We can rent one from Apple.”
“Sure, sounds good.” Clay thought his voice sounded too thin. Desire snaked through him, and he tried to force it away, but he wanted Thomas so much he could almost taste the man.
Clay moved to the couch and sat on the far end, hoping he could figure out what was going on between them. Thomas started the movie, and Clay watched while he tried to think about the issue with Thomas. What if they kissed? Would it be bad?
His heart was pounding, and he was hyper-aware of every move Thomas made. About midway through the movie, Thomas got up and hit pause.
“I’m going to use the restroom and then grab a sandwich. Are you ready to eat?”
“Sure, that’s a good idea.” Clay did the same, and when he came out of the bathroom he spied Thomas in the kitchen standing so Clay could watch his profile. Thomas was very good looking. Hot. Hell, Thomas was molten. Clay rolled his eyes and shook his head. Thomas wasn’t going to make any moves on him because whatever weirdness Clay was feeling was totally one-sided. Anything he thought he’d seen had to have been fake.
He stepped into the kitchen and moved to the counter next to Thomas. “Good movie.”
“Yeah.” Thomas’ voice was low, and Clay turned to face him, wondering if something was up. Thomas’ gaze flashed to him, then his friend closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Clay worried something was wrong. He reached out and touched his friend’s shoulder, sending sparks shooting up his arm. Thomas’ eyes flashed open, and he stared at Clay, intensity burning hot. They stayed close for a second before Thomas pulled him into a hug. He held on, wishing this was something more but knowing it wasn’t.
He felt good in Thomas’ arms. Their bodies fit perfectly together. If he moved a little, he could kiss Thomas’ lips. He sucked in a breath, trying to calm before he got too hard.
Thomas clung to him, his fingers twisting in the material of Clay’s shirt. Then his friend pulled back a little and so did he. Clay angled his head, trying to look at Thomas, but Thomas moved quickly and their lips brushed together. Clay gasped, shocked by the gentle slide of warm lips. Thomas didn’t move away and neither did Clay.
They stood, arms wrapped around each other, their lips so close another kiss felt like a necessity. Seconds ticked by, and the reality of what had happened settled in. He’d kissed one of his best friends. A small part of him expected Thomas to pull back and knock the hell out of him, but another part was thrilled they’d finally kissed. Thom
as’ lungs expanded with a breath, pressing against his chest. It was heaven being this close.
The weight of the situation pressed down, and he worried he’d fucked up. Their gazes met and held. Thomas lifted his hand, brushing his thumb over Clay’s cheek. Confusion filled him, but one thing he knew for sure, he wanted to kiss Thomas again.
Thomas closed the distance but hesitated, his lips only a hairsbreadth away. Clay had a chance to remove himself from the situation, but didn’t. He wanted the closeness, the touches, the love he would get from his friend. Clay closed the distance, his lips pressing against Thomas’. He clenched Thomas’ shirt and stepped closer, melting against his friend. Thomas moaned and wrapped his arms even tighter.
Lost in heady passion, Clay opened his mouth, and Thomas slid his tongue in, licking at Clay’s mouth, swirling around his tongue in an erotic rhythm, making Clay’s heart beat faster. He didn’t have time to think, or the ability to figure out what was going on. All he knew was this felt right.
Then Thomas loosened his hold but didn’t let go. His hands trailed down Clay’s back to his waist. He shivered as Thomas’ hand lingered then tugged at Clay’s shirt, exposing his abs and chest. Clay moaned when Thomas rocked closer, his hips brushing against Clay’s. Their bodies were heating, and he wanted more.
He freaked out a little as he realized he was kissing one of his best friends. His whole body was tingling, and his cock was rock hard. He pressed forward, grinding against Thomas when he ran into something as hard as he was. This was different than with a woman, and he liked it.
Thomas grunted then tugged Clay’s shirt up more. He lifted his arms as Thomas pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Thomas was staring at Clay’s chest, his thumbs hovering over Clay’s nipples. Then he looked up, his brows bunched together. Confusion swirled in Thomas’ gaze, and Clay wanted to let his buddy know what he was doing was perfect. There would be no problems or issues.
“I want you too,” Clay whispered. It was all the permission Thomas needed as he dove in, his lips mashing against Clay’s, taking them higher as he slid his hands over Clay’s torso then lower.
Thomas’ hands were at Clay’s waistband, and he hesitated for only a moment before he shoved Clay’s shorts low, taking Clay’s underwear too. He was totally naked, his cock pointing up, showing Thomas exactly how much he wanted him.
Amazing didn’t even begin to explain how he felt. This was perfect, absolutely freaking wonderful. So many emotions swirled through him, filling him with happiness so deep his whole body heated. He was getting into the kiss when Thomas stepped back. Clay whimpered and reached out, but Thomas placed a hand on his chest and held him away.
“I want to look at you.”
He stood still, waiting for Thomas to kiss him again. The torture deepened as Thomas trailed one finger down his belly to his cock. When Thomas was about to touch him, he glanced up, their eyes meeting.
“Are you really okay with this?”
Clay nodded and his mouth went dry as his thirst for Thomas grew. “Y-yes.”
Thomas’ lips cocked up on one side, and his eyes were bright. “You’re so fucking sexy, Clay.”
“Touch me.”
Thomas slid his fingers over Clay’s hip then moved in, cupping his balls. He groaned and let his head drop back. Thomas’ lips were on his neck, nibbling a path to his ear.
“I like having my balls touched. Do you?” Thomas’ voice was low and right by his ear.
“Yes, this feels so good.”
Thomas moaned and tugged his balls a little. “I’ve never touched another guy like this.”
“Neither have I.”
Thomas chuckled and licked up the column of Clay’s neck. “So if you don’t like something, you’ll tell me, right?”
“Yeah, just touch me like you’d touch yourself.”
Thomas claimed his mouth again, cutting off the conversation. His hands were roaming, skimming over Clay’s hips and down his thighs then around to his ass. Thomas grabbed Clay’s butt cheeks and pulled them apart. He gasped and Thomas grunted. The kiss ended, and Clay missed Thomas’ lips almost immediately.
“Would you let me fuck you?”
Thomas’ words twisted through Clay. He stepped closer to Thomas, his cock pressed firmly against Thomas’ body.
“Yes, I would.”
Thomas pulled off his shirt and Clay stepped back, holding Thomas’ pecs. He squeezed them then looked up, watching Thomas’ reaction as he rubbed his thumb over his nipples. Thomas’ mouth fell open as desire passed over his features.
Everything was so new to him, and Thomas was exceedingly responsive. He moved in close and lowered his head, licking Thomas’ chest. Thomas hissed and clutched Clay’s head, tugging his hair.
This was everything he’d ever wanted. Touches were more, the kisses electric, and he couldn’t wait to see what the sex was like. Clay licked his nipple again then sucked it into his mouth.
Thomas gasped. “Fuck. I don’t know if I want you to stop or do more. No one has ever sucked my nipples before.”
Clay laughed then licked him again before opening his mouth and sucking again. Thomas cried out as he smashed Clay to him. He toyed with Thomas’ nipple, taking the little bud between his teeth and tugging.
“Oh God, Clay, fuck.”
Clay let up for a second but moved to the other nipple, sucking down hard. Thomas tugged his hair and pushed him backward. Clay let go and was turned before being shoved up against the counter.
Thomas was pressed in tight, his body plastered against Clay’s, hips rocking. He reached back and grabbed onto Thomas’ shorts. He needed more than a little bump and grind, he needed to feel every inch of Thomas. He gasped as Thomas’ hand came around, clutching his chest as he pulled him up, holding him close. His back was plastered against Thomas’ chest, and it felt good to be so close.
“Fuck, Clay, if I’d known you were this delicious, I would have tried this a long time ago.”
Thomas reached down, his hand sliding over Clay’s skin, grazing over the hair around his dick, not touching, but coming close to grabbing his cock. “I’m going to come soon,” Clay warned.
Thomas grunted and bit his earlobe. “So am I.”
“Take off your shorts,” Clay begged.
Thomas stepped back and shoved his shorts and underwear to the ground. Clay spun and dropped to his knees, his eyes level with Thomas’ cock. He’d never been this close to another guy’s dick, and now that he was here, the thick length right in front of his face, a bit of fear wove through him. What if he couldn’t actually suck Thomas? What if he was bad at it?
He glanced up and saw the lust and heat in Thomas’ eyes and knew he wanted to do this, not only so Thomas would be pleased, but because he wanted to taste the man.
Clay leaned in, and Thomas’ eyes went wider. Clay grasped Thomas’ cock and held it steady before kissing the tip. Thomas grunted, and his cock expanded. He licked over the head, causing Thomas to hiss.
“Oh God, Clay. Fuck, so good.”
The words of praise made him bolder, and he opened his mouth and sucked down. Thomas’ dick was smooth on his tongue. He didn’t not like it. Sucking cock was so different. He wasn’t used to licking and sucking something so wide. Clay closed his eyes and pulled back before going down again. A shiver snaked through him, and he moaned. The taste of something salty filled his mouth, and he realized he actually liked doing this, liked sucking cock, liked having his lips around his man. He slid down Thomas’ cock then back up, loving the feel of Thomas’ smooth head when he swirled his tongue around the tip.
“Clay, I’m—I can’t.”
He wasn’t going to pull off. He hated it when girls didn’t swallow. Thomas tugged at his hair, but he held on to Thomas’ ass, not letting go.
His cock swelled, filling more of Clay’s mouth. He could taste the first of Thomas’ orgasm, and he drew in a breath, drinking in the scent of the man.
He wasn’t going to quit,
not on his friend. Thomas’ body clenched, and his fingers wrapped tighter in Clay’s hair. He was vibrating, and Clay loved how he’d taken this man and made him a quivering mess. He wanted to keep going, to bring more pleasure to Thomas, but his friend was going to come and there wasn’t any stopping him.
“Oh, now,” Thomas grunted as thick cum filled Clay’s mouth. He swallowed, taking what Thomas gave, not giving up a drop.
When Thomas stopped pulsing, Clay slid off his dick and sat back on his heels. Thomas was staring down at him, his eyes wide. He pulled Clay to stand and ran his tongue over Clay’s mouth, demanding entrance.
Clay’s cock was plastered between their bodies. He needed to come, but Thomas was holding him too tightly. Clay started rocking his hips, rubbing his dick against Thomas’ body. It felt so good, and he increased the pressure, going from rocking to thrusting. He pulled out of the kiss and clutched Thomas close, sinking his teeth in his shoulder.
He cried out, the sound muffled by Thomas’ flesh. He was so close, about to fall over the edge when Thomas reached between them and wrapped his hand around Clay’s cock. The touch was enough to push him over the edge, and he came, his spunk spraying on Thomas’ abs and hand.
Clay held Thomas, not willing to let go as he spiraled down to earth. Worry set in. What if Thomas decided he hadn’t liked it? They were friends and now they’d shared benefits few real friends shared.
They were both breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat, his spunk spread between them. It was beautiful. The feelings he was having were magical, and it would be a true tragedy if Thomas pushed him away.
Thomas leaned back and lifted Clay’s chin, their gazes meeting. “Please tell me you aren’t going to freak out.”
He shook his head as thick emotions filled him. “No freaking out.”
Thomas smiled, his eyes twinkling brightly. “I want this again.”
Clay’s stomach twisted. “So it wasn’t a one-time thing for you?”
Thomas slowly shook his head. “Oh no, not just one time.”