by Bianca Vix
Or at least, not one I can give him.
Taking a deep breath that totally fails at calming me down, I position myself over him. He lies down on the bench and his head is right by my legs. A couple feet higher, and it’d be right beside my crotch.
Damn it. My jaw tightens as he starts lifting. I can see his fucking muscles flex with every move.
Arms. Chest. Abs.
He couldn’t be hotter than he is right now.
At least he’s too focused on what he’s doing to notice the growing bulge in my shorts. I try to think of anything else. Work. Finances. Sports.
By the time Kal’s done, I’ve distracted myself enough that there’s nothing to see.
“Your turn,” he tells me, slapping me on the ass. I never minded him doing that. Not until now.
Somehow I restrain myself from scoping him out while I’m the one lying on the bench. All except for a couple of times, but that hardly counts. I’ve added heavier weights than my usual, and it’s an excellent way of getting my mind off what I really want to be doing with Kal.
It doesn’t take too long to reach my limit with the extra weight I added today. “That’s enough.”
“Tough guy.” Normally Kal would be trash-talking me by now, but he’s holding back. He’s impressed with what I’ve pulled off.
“I’m going to cool down.” Without another word, I turn away from him, heading over to a nearby row of ellipticals.
But Kal follows me, climbing on board a free machine beside me. We move in silence until I’ve had enough.
I climb off the machine. “I’m done.”
“Good workout. Let’s hit the showers.”
This gym session is becoming a unique form of torture. I hadn’t thought that far ahead either, about ending up in the shower stall beside him. Both of us side-by-side.
And naked.
Fuck.
Chapter 7
Ryker
I mess around at my locker, purposely going slow to avoid watching Kal get naked.
By the time I can’t delay the inevitable any more, I turn around with my eyes averted. But Kal’s already gone, disappeared off to the showers without a word to me that he was on his way.
Quickly I shed my clothes, tying a towel tightly around my waist.
There’s no-one else around, either in the changing area or at the shower stalls. There’s only one shower running, and it has to be Kal.
That’s one benefit of it being the Friday night of a long weekend. I don’t even remember what the holiday is on Monday, but I’m glad for it.
I go for a stall that’s as far away from Kal’s as possible, but it’s blocked off. The bright yellow plastic sign says CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE, and so do the next few in the row.
Damn it. My only choice is to go right beside Kal, but what the hell. It’s not like I can see him. It’s not like I’m getting a view of his bare, bronzed, glistening wet skin.
Or his cock.
I’m soaping up vigorously when I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye. My fantasy of what Kal’s looking like under the spray of water is suddenly shattered by reality.
The reality of him, standing right at the entrance to my shower stall, without so much as a towel to cover any part of him up.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Naked and wet, he’s hotter than I imagined, and my cock thinks so to. Against my will, it reacts instantly.
There’s no way to hide it.
Kal’s gaze flicks down to my crotch, but he doesn’t make a comment about my swelling shaft. I figured he’d be ragging on me non-stop by now. His silence is even more unnerving than if that’s what he was doing.
“What’re you doing?”
Huh?
“What am I doing? Taking a shower. What does it look like?”
“No kidding. I mean, what are you doing here?”
“Where else would I take a shower? Except, you know. In the shower?” What the fuck is he on about?
“You could’ve joined me.”
My jaw falls open. There’s no way I could have heard him right.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I manage weakly. “Join you?”
For the first time since he appeared, Kal turns his eyes up to meet mine. I want to believe that what I see there is real. Because it looks an awful lot like heat. The sizzling burn of sexual desire.
My skin burns as we stare at each other. And my cock rises again. But it can’t be true.
There’s no way.
“I know you want me.” Kal’s voice in the silent, echoing room startles me. But not as much as his words do. How can this be happening?
“Is that what you think?” I try for scorn. I have no idea if I’m successful, given the way my chest is tightening up. “You think everyone wants you, including me. Not conceited at all, are you.”
He shakes his head, water droplets flying from his wet hair. “Maybe not everyone. But you do.”
Kal’s voice is so calm and normal-sounding, I can’t take it. Adrenaline’s pumping through every single one of my veins. So much so, I want to sit down before I collapse from it.
“You want me. I know it. You don’t need to deny it. Not now. Not anymore.”
My eyebrow lifts as he continues. “You think so.” I have to deny it. If I don’t put the brakes on fast, this conversation will be something we’ll both come to regret, and soon.
“I know so.” Kal’s voice is a low growl. It’s like nothing I’ve ever heard before.
I can’t breathe. In spite of myself and knowing what the right thing to do is, I’m waiting for him to continue. My entire body is a live wire. He’s not going to say what I think he is.
Is he?
For a couple of seconds, I want to give in. Come clean, and do what I’ve been dying to do with him for I don’t know how long now. Hot man-on-man sex. But that can’t be what he’s suggesting.
Can it?
“You want me.” He says it again, but I still can’t believe that he knows. My face burns, giving me away as clearly as my rampant cock. “You want me fucking your ass. Or maybe the other way around.”
I gape at him. He’s saying out loud what I’ve only been thinking about for ages.
Unbelievable. Purely against my will, my eyes drop down. Is his cock growing too? I must be imagining it. Wishful thinking. Fuck.
“Ryker, we’ve known each other a long time.”
“Uh huh.”
“But there’s something you don’t know about me.” Kal continues, even as I can’t stop staring at his cock. It’s mesmerizing. I can’t look away. “I’m into men as well as women.”
“What?” My head snaps up. Now he’s got my full attention.
For some reason, Kal almost looks amused.
“I mean, I date women. But I like to fuck guys too.”
Our eyes lock and I frown. I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing. He has to be joking.
But he’s never looked more serious.
“Sometimes, I have even more fun than I do with women.”
Kal takes a step closer to me. Too close. He’s right up in my space. His arm moves.
His hand wraps around his cock, and he gives it a light stroke. I’m hungry for it. I want it to be in my hand. In my mouth. But I can’t move. I open my mouth to speak, and I have no idea what to say.
It’s way too unreal. Kal and I, both naked in the shower. Cocks blatantly growing. My heart pounds hard, and I can’t clear my head. My nerves are raw.
“You can’t deny it. You don’t need to, not any more. I’ve seen the way you check me out.”
“Yeah?” I find my voice. “What way is that?” I mean to challenge him, to deny it, but instead my voice comes out sounding low and hoarse. Sensual.
Fuck.
“Like you want me.”
To hell with it. We went well past the point of playing games a few exits back. I don’t answer, and he takes my silence for what it is.
Yes.
A big ye
s, as big as if I’d shouted it out, instead of standing here with my throat going dry.
“Then let’s do this.”
Kal gives his shaft another slow, teasing stroke. And as much as I want to drop down to my knees and suck it between my lips, that shakes me out of my trance.
“Here? No way.”
“There’s no-one around.” He takes a step closer. I swallow hard, my body tensing with anticipation. His cock is inches from mine.
“Someone could come in any time.” Automatically I lower my voice, as if there’s already someone around to overhear us.
He shakes his head. “Not likely. It’s dead in here. Long weekend, remember? Everyone’s already stuck in traffic, on their way out for a couple days away from the city.”
Somehow I’d forgotten about that in the last few minutes. Still. I should walk away. Now that we’d crossed this line, we could do this anywhere. But somehow, I sense that leaving now would change things between us. That this is the one chance I’ll get, and once we leave, the spell will be broken.
And there’s no going back now.
My cock is more rigid than it’s ever been, even with the idea that we could get caught. At any moment. By anyone. An unexpected thrill shoots through me. One look from Kal, and all my better judgement flies right out the window.
Kal strokes his cock again, making sure I’m watching him. He closes his eyes as his hand wraps around his hard shaft. It’s huge and hot, and all I want to do is slide it along my tongue and finally get a taste.
He knows what I’m thinking. Because he has the same things on his mind. As his hand moves on his own cock, his eyes are burning with deep lust.
I’m barely aware of Kal smirking as he gazes at me.
“That all you’re going to do? Stand there and watch?”
I swallow hard, my throat still impossibly dry. Before I can even try to answer, he’s moving, stepping closer to me until we’re face to face. And cock to cock.
His other hand circles my throbbing shaft and my breath catches in my throat.
Kal’s touching me. He’s casually jacking my cock and that alone is almost enough to make me come.
I’ve barely caught up with what’s happening when he drops down in front of me. His mouth is on my pulsing erection and I have to brace myself against the wall or I might pass out from the shock.
And the pleasure.
Kal’s sucking me hungrily. Kal, my life-long best friend and business partner, has his lips wrapped around my cock. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And somehow, it is.
I’m gasping for breath, so close to falling over the edge already. My fingers are twisted up in his hair and I can’t even remember how they got there.
“Fuck.” I groan at the crazy sensations he’s causing in me. I can’t hold back. I don’t want to. I clutch at the wall again as his expert mouth overwhelms me and I erupt like a volcano. Spewing hard and out of control. Like I’m never going to stop.
To my utter shock, he swallows every drop. I’m spent, totally drained, and still my cock barely softens. Kal gets up, a huge smirk on his face. Before he can gloat, it’s my turn to surprise him.
I’m on my knees before he can say a word. I hesitate only for a second. It’s one thing for him to suck me off. Taking his cock into my mouth is crossing a line for me that I can’t come back from.
I don’t care.
His hands drop to my head, encouraging me but not forcing. I don’t need any urging. Licking up his cock, I suck the head between my lips before I even know what I’m doing. I want this. More than anything I’ve ever wanted.
I’m lost in the way his cock feels. I’ve never had a man’s penis in my mouth before. Never wanted to, not before now. Kal’s cock is big, and it’s stretching my jaw out in ways I never expected. His taste is intoxicating. The way his cock throbs and pulses makes me want to do this forever.
At the same time, I’m well aware that we’re doing this in a semi-public place. We could get caught at any moment, me on my knees servicing Kal. The idea didn’t even cross my mind while he was sucking me.
Now it’s all I can think about. The fear and hyper-awareness goes straight to my cock and in an instant, I’m as hard as Kal.
And Kal is rock hard, needing to get off. I concentrate on what I’m doing, savoring every moment. It’s my first time and I can’t get enough. At the same time, I’m super alert, every single noise amplified by the thrill of possibly getting caught.
Kal’s hands tighten, gripping me like I gripped him. His body tenses and I brace myself. I don’t know if I can swallow like he did. Before I can decide, he’s coming. Hot blasts shoot into my mouth and instinctively I swallow.
The only sound in the room is our harsh breathing. Kal’s coming down off of an impressive orgasm. And mentally, I’m tripping over what I’ve done. I have no regrets. None at all.
But something’s bugging me. I can’t relax. For the first time ever, I don’t know what to say to my best friend.
He takes care of it for me. “You’re quite the stud tonight.”
I frown, and he gestures in the direction of my crotch. I’m hard as steel, partly from being so turned on before. Mostly from sucking him off.
“Not just tonight.”
He grins. Instead of coming back with an insult, he grabs for my eager cock. Stroking my sensitive flesh, he moves closer until he’s right in my face.
“You like this? A man getting you off?” His question is some kind of challenge. What, I don’t know. I can’t read him like I usually can. This is uncharted territory for us.
I nod, not breaking eye contact. I can’t tell if I’m imagining it, or if his head is getting even closer to mine. We’re close enough to grind our lips together. Is that what he wants?
Kal’s not the only one who can make a move. Without warning I catch him off-guard. My hand circles the back of his head, pulling him in. I smash my lips against his.
It’s satisfying, being able to feel his shock. It takes him a moment to join in, to return the rough kiss I’m giving him. He doesn’t stop jacking me. Kissing a man feels so much dirtier, somehow so much more forbidden than just cocksucking. Already I’m getting close to coming.
He doesn’t let up, his hand picking up the pace. In moments I’m exploding, and nothing else exists in the world but me and Kal.
Chapter 8
Ryker
I walk into Kal’s office. “You want to hit the gym tonight?”
Truthfully, I don’t care about working out right now. What I really want is a repeat of last night. I replayed everything about it, all through the night once we went our separate ways after our mind-blowing shower session.
It would have been too weird to ask him to come over to my place afterwards. Neither one of us said anything about it happening again, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be as into it as I am. So if we start out the same way, it can go the same way.
We shouldn’t even be at work, it’s Saturday, but we had a client call come in that couldn’t be ignored. It’s not bad, it’s a lot easier to get things done without anyone bothering us.
Kal shuts down his computer before he answers. He’s purposely avoiding looking at me. What the fuck?
“I can’t. I’m meeting up with Jana.”
His words are like a blow to my chest. “What for?” Surely there’s nothing going on there. Even if there was, it shouldn’t bother me the way it is. Like a flare of jealousy firing up inside of me.
“She’s back in town now. I want to see where we’re at. Maybe get back together with her.”
“What?” It’s not what I expected him to say, not even close. I figured they’d be hanging out for old times’ sake, or something. Not getting back together.
He shrugs. “I want to see what’ll happen. We only broke up because she left, you know.”
I can’t be jealous. It doesn’t make any sense. He’s a guy. A friend. And other than one night of sex, there’s nothing more between
us.
So why is my blood boiling through my veins?
“Great.” I bite off the words. “See you next week.”
I’m down the hall before he can answer, tapping my foot as I wait for the elevator. Beyond pissed off.
Fuck it. I’ll take the stairs. Kal will be along in a moment, and I don’t want to share an awkward ride with him.
I take the steps fast. He did act like he wanted Jana back. I shouldn’t be at all surprised that he’s trying to get her back. I shouldn’t care.
What I am, is pissed. He shows me what man sex can be like and then that’s it? We haven’t even done half of the things I want to do.
Of course, I guess I could find another man for that. Go out and pick up some guy at any number of gay bars like Kal claims he does.
But just the idea of that is turning me off. I don’t want a random hookup.
Automatically I point my car towards the gym. It’s a habit that’s ingrained, work then gym. Changing my mind, I drive right on by, heading instead to the one that’s closer to my place.
Even a hardcore workout does nothing to straighten out my head. I’m still right on edge when I get to my place.
Tossing my keys aside, I tap out an order on my phone. Dinner delivery in thirty minutes, guaranteed. Flopping down on the couch, I hit the buttons on the remote viciously.
I’m in the middle of my Italian meal when my phone buzzes with a text. I’m about to ignore it, the game I’m watching is at a critical moment, until a glance shows me it’s from Kal.
It’s too early for his date to be over. Unless it didn’t go very well.
Trying to ignore the annoying tendrils of hope curling up inside me, I check to see what he has to say.
Come on over for a beer.
I snort. Okay. He’s acting like nothing’s happened, like last night didn’t exist. For a fleeting moment I want to believe he’s inviting me over for some hot fucking, but I stamp that longing right out.
Then I decide. What the hell. It’s not like we can avoid each other. We work together, we own a company together. And we’re still best friends.
So if we have to act like nothing ever happened, then that’s what we should do.