by Sotia Lazu
“I don’t think—”
“I’ll stop the minute you tell me to.” Colin’s mouth was back on Brad’s cock, sucking and licking, while he massaged Brad’s balls.
Brad couldn’t relax completely into the sensations, especially when he felt one finger brush his asshole. He clenched his ass, and Colin sucked harder, flicking his tongue over the glans.
The finger became more persistent, prodding and rubbing, until Brad pushed back against it.
Colin let go of Brad’s cock long enough to say, “That’s it. Now one more. You’ll see, you’ll love it.”
Brad seriously doubted it, but he did love Colin’s tongue on his balls and then his perineum. Oh. The sneaky bastard was trying to add more saliva so he could…
More pressure, and Brad felt more stretched than he ever cared to be. “Colin—”
“Almost there. Take a deep breath.” Colin gulped Brad’s cock down again, and swallowed until the bell end touched the back of his throat.
This was good. This was very good. Brad almost said so, when Colin forced his fingers in further. Brad’s eyes teared up.
“They’re in up to the first knuckle,” Colin said. Why was he talking instead of blowing him? “If you get past the second, it’s pure bliss.”
Second? Knuckle? Panic made Brad light headed. Colin was going deeper?
He was, and none too gently.
Colin bit lightly on Brad’s cockhead, and pushed harder than before.
Brad’s asshole burned at the intrusion. “Fuck.” Too much. For the first time since Colin knelt in front of him, Brad touched him. He tried to grasp Colin’s hair, as he would Becca’s, but Colin wasn’t Becca. No mane to hold on to, while Brad fucked his mouth. He palmed the back of Colin’s head instead, and drove deeper. The man had no gag reflex. Thank fu—
Colin slid his fingers out of Brad’s ass, and slammed them inside again. And again. Faster. Harder. He sucked Brad’s cock and fingered Brad’s ass until Brad couldn’t tell pleasure from pain.
Brad rolled his head back, shut his eyes again, and began pumping his hips as fast as he could.
Colin’s fingers found something inside that made Brad want to laugh and cry at the same time. It still hurt, but pain and pleasure were a blur, making his head light and his movements jerky.
He was close, and there was no delaying it this time. “I’m coming.”
Instead of pulling away, Colin sucked harder. His fingers thrust inside Brad faster.
Brad wanted to say something more, but his balls tightened, and his cum spurted down Colin’s throat for what felt like forever.
Colin kept on sucking, until he’d swallowed every drop.
Still in a haze, Brad wondered again about protocol. Did he pull Colin up and kiss him, like he would Becca? Was he supposed to return the favor? He was less opposed to the idea than he’d have been this morning, but it was still too much.
His ass was sore, but he felt bereft when Colin withdrew his fingers.
The shame he should feel wasn’t there, and he didn’t know how to deal without it. He had to say something. Had to at least look at Colin and smile. Show him what just happened was fucking awesome.
Colin gazed up at him, his face blank.
Brad really had to come up with something now. The silence stretched. Covering them. Freaking him out. And Colin watched him, blue eyes darkening.
Every minute Brad said nothing made speaking even harder, until he could feel the awkwardness pressing down on his chest.
Colin wiped his mouth with his thumb, and then sucked on the tip. “So that happened.” He sounded as disinterested as he looked. Brad knew him better than that. Colin wouldn’t have thrown away their friendship for a blow job.
Though he was very convincing, if he wanted to show how little this meant to him.
He needed to finish his presentation and come clean to Becca before he could tackle his newfound and completely baffling feelings for Colin. “I…have to work.” Shit. Wrong thing to say. He’d meant it as an explanation—no, as an excuse for not returning the favor. For putting off the discussion they should have.
Colin’s jaw tightened. He nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go.”
“Unless you wanna stay and eat? We could still get something.” Brad should have already ordered. Then he’d have stuffed his mouth with pork rolls, instead of with his foot.
Colin stood, shaking his head. “I’m good. ’Sides, you got to work.” Could he sound any snarkier?
“Can I call you tomorrow?” What was wrong? Why was this so uncomfortable? Why couldn’t Brad look his best friend in the eye? Oh, right. Because he’d shot his load down his best friend’s throat.
“Sure. We’ll go out for coffee and talk about chicks. Maybe discuss how we’ll both fuck your girlfriend on Saturday.”
“Colin, don’t be like that.”
“Like what?” Colin’s eyes were tight, when Brad finally met his gaze.
“You know what I mean.” Brad tried to put his thoughts in order, but his brain seemed to have leaked out of his cock. He tried. “What just happened—”
“The blow job I gave you?”
“Yes. That.”
“Let me guess. It can’t happen again.”
“Will you fucking let me speak?” Brad jumped up, and his cock brushed Colin’s hip. He shouldn’t be this aware of Colin’s body.
He shouldn’t be this attracted to him.
He shouldn’t have allowed things to get this far.
But he’d fucking loved it.
Pity he couldn’t say so in a coherent manner.
“Still waiting.” Colin crossed his arms. His forearms pressed against Brad’s chest, nearly making him lose his balance.
“I can’t talk about this right now. I didn’t expect it, and I didn’t expect to like it, and I can’t wrap my mind around it. This isn’t the right time.”
“Message received.” Colin sidestepped him, and turned toward the door.
“Colin, stop.”
Colin didn’t turn around. “Too late for that now.”
Brad should chase after him, but his trousers were still pooled around his ankles, his squeaky clean cock hanging limp, and his brain was all jumbled up and useless. He stood there, feeling miserable, long after the door had closed behind Colin.
He’d messed everything up. Becca was going to drop him as soon as he told her what happened. He loved her too much to keep it from her. Confessing he kissed Colin might have been forgiven, but he’d let Colin suck him off, and he was pretty sure that counted as cheating.
He could pretend it meant nothing, but he knew better. It meant he and Colin couldn’t get back to being buddies. It meant Brad had cheated. It meant he wasn’t the man he thought he was, or who he wanted to be.
As for it happening again… If all Colin had wanted since he met Brad was to fuck him, he’d gotten close to getting his wish. Maybe he’d have taken things further if Brad had shown more enthusiasm after the blowjob. Maybe Colin’s behavior the past few days had been nothing but a show, to get Brad to this very moment. He might make another move soon. Would Brad stop him then?
The shame finally came. Shame that he thought so little of a man who’d been his best friend for years. At least Colin had gone after what he wanted, unlike Brad, who used his denial as a shield.
Brad seriously doubted he could work more tonight. All he wanted was to go to Becca, sink inside her body, and let her moans drown out the confusion and guilt eating at him.
Too soon. Colin’s saliva wasn’t even dry on Brad’s cock.
Fuck.
No girlfriend. No best friend. Soon no company, either.
Brad had lost everything.
And he still felt the afterglow of the best blow job he’d ever had.
He tucked in his dick and zipped up, not bothering with the button or his belt. He went to his desk, and made himself comfortable in his chair. If he’d be spending the night, he might as well have lumbar support. The heap of papers i
n front of him mocked him. He moved the mouse around, and waited for the screen to light up. The presentation awaited, and it was the only thing in his life right now that he knew what to do with.
When he sorted it out, he’d hand it to his mother and let her do as she pleased with it and with the company. He might feel responsible for the people who worked there, but he didn’t belong there.
He’d take a sick day or ten, go home alone—he’d better get used to being alone, anyway—and figure out where he stood on tonight’s events. Then he’d wait for his balls to drop, so he could face Becca and own up to every single thought and feeling he’d had since Friday. Correction—every single thought, feeling, and experience he’d had since then.
He’d beg her for forgiveness, and he’d do the same with Colin until they both accepted his apologies.
He had to fix things.
Starting with his relationship with his mother.
He cracked his knuckles, and rolled up his sleeves. This presentation would blow her mind.
To be continued and concluded in Threefold, Book 3 – Becca
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
Sotia’s making do with Greek reality, while writing and mostly thinking in English.
She loves romances with a twist and urban fantasy novels, always with vivid erotic elements. Her favorite characters to write are not conventional hero-material at first glance, and she enjoys making them fight for their happiness.
Sotia shares her life and living quarters with her husband, their son, and two rescue dogs, one of which may be part-pony. Sappy movies make her bawl like a baby, and she wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world.
Also, she hates mornings!
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