Broken Rules

by Jade Buchanan

  "Coming J?"

  Oh, hell yes. The sight of that ass fexing in front of him was enough to have Jonah following it anywhere. Neil was built like a god, all angles and lean muscle. He had a sprinkle of chest hair that led down in a line along his belly to his groin. Fucking hot. His arms were hewn and rock hard, and there was another part of his anatomy that was more than a little hard. And most defnitely not little.

  Tabarnac.

  Neil moved into the shower stall and turned on the water before turning around and motioning for Jonah to join him. Without wasting any time he picked up the bar of soap and began sliding it along his body.

  Jonah simply stood in place and watched. Neil looked damned good wet and even better with the soap lather highlighting parts of his body before being swept away by the streams of water coming down from the showerhead.

  "Water's going to get cold while you dither." Neil stroked a soapy hand along his cock.

  "Dither? Who says that?"

  Neil grinned. "Get your ass in here."

  Jonah wasn't going to argue with that. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him while Neil washed the last of the soap off.

  They came together again, bodies sliding slick and wet against each other. Jonah took advantage of their close proximity to touch Neil's skin everywhere he could reach. Neil shifted in place, silently letting him know what he liked best. Nice.

  The warm water pounded against his back and created a cocoon-like feel for Jonah. It felt like there was only the two of them in the world and no one else mattered.

  "Man, did you see the shower seat? Wonder what we can do with that…"

  Jonah grinned. He had a few ideas. Seemed Neil might be thinking along the same lines.

  Neil sat down and looked up at Jonah. "Hey there. Look up. Look waaay up."

  Jonah snorted. "Should I be calling for Polkaroo?" He reached down and ran his fngers along Neil's shoulders.

  "You're mixing TV shows. Rusty was the one on the Friendly Giant."

  "Well, who the hell was Polkaroo?"

  "The big green thing." Neil sat back. "What was that show called again? Damn it. It'll come to me."

  Jonah shook his head. "Hold on. Wait a sec." He suddenly realized that they were sharing a shower, Neil had his mouth very close to a certain portion of his anatomy and they were talking about TV shows from their childhood. "Okay seriously? We gonna talk about this or are you gonna blow me?"

  "Such a romantic."

  "You know it."

  "Hey, who said I was blowing you?" Neil smirked.

  "Well, you're sitting down, for one. And my dick is hard enough to pound nails. Besides, I'll reciprocate."

  "Good enough for me." Neil reached out and slid his hands up Jonah's hips.

  Oh, merde, that felt nice.

  "Hell, yeah. I like this." Neil glanced up before sliding the tip of his tongue along the head of Jonah's cock.

  Jonah groaned, his knees nearly buckling. It'd been way too long since he'd felt anything but the palm of his hand on that spot. Not since he'd last spent time with Neil. This wasn't going to take any time at all the way he was feeling now.

  Jonah lost touch with reality while Neil did things to his dick that ought to be illegal. Neil kept up a near constant groaning as he licked and mouthed along the length of Jonah's shaft before sliding it into his hot mouth. Jonah whimpered. The press of Neil's hands was the only thing holding him up at the moment.

  Leaning forward over Neil, Jonah rocked his hips. Oh, shit. "Crisse. Neil, oui… suck it… comme ça, oui, s'il vous plait…"

  The tip of Neil's tongue pressed against the hole in his glans and Jonah saw stars. His balls drew up and his knees shuddered. Crying out, Jonah pushed against Neil's shoulders. Neil lifted his head, drawing his one hand along Jonah's hip to grasp his dick and start to pump. Jonah tensed, jerking in place before his orgasm hit and his eyes rolled back in his head.

  "Yeah, come on, J. Come for me." Neil pumped his hand again and again, drawing everything out of Jonah.

  He tilted his head, eyes barely cracked but open enough to see his creamy seed splash against Neil's face. Oh, man. That was a sight he couldn't get enough of. Shivering, Jonah fnally straightened his body.

  "There, that should relax you." Neil slapped his ass, letting out a bark of laughter when Jonah groaned.

  "I think I'm dying. I can't feel my feet. Do I still have feet?"

  Neil stood up, stretching his arms. His cock bobbed with the movement, drawing Jonah's gaze. Stepping into Jonah's body, Neil supported him frmly. Jonah leaned against Neil while reaching down with one hand to grasp Neil's dick.

  "Something you fnd interesting?" Neil asked.

  Jonah didn't even need to look to see the smile on Neil's face, it was that clear in his voice. He loved the feel of his best friend standing before him with water streaming along his body. Man, Neil was ripped. It made sense since he had to be in good shape to be on the dive team but it was still surprising. Arousing.

  Great, now he was even more nervous. He knew what was going to happen next, he wasn't stupid. Jonah didn't even know why he was nervous about it. They'd been friends for years and had already had two sexual encounters, one just a moment ago. So, why was the thought of actual penetration sex freezing him up and making him feel like a virgin on her wedding night? Was it because this meant more than any of his previous one-night stands? Was it the romance?

  "Come on, bud. Up and at 'em." Neil slapped his ass.

  "Hey!" Jonah reached around Neil only to get stopped by an elbow to the stomach. He started to laugh, mock wrestling with Neil in the small enclosure.

  They struggled for a moment, each trying to best the other before Neil submitted with a snort. "Fine. Slap it, big boy."

  "I'm not in the mood anymore." He turned away before Neil could see his grin.

  "Is that right?" Neil pressed himself against Jonah's back. All that hard muscle—and hard cock—nearly had Jonah creaming himself again. Merde. What Neil could do to him should be illegal. Following that thought to its obvious conclusion had Jonah tensing again. This could change everything. Things were already serious for Jonah for the frst time in his life, he'd never be able to go back to the way things were. If Neil didn't feel the same…

  Jonah stepped out of the shower while Neil turned the water off, grabbing a towel and quickly drying off.

  "You okay?"

  Jonah tensed. "Yeah. Of course."

  "Sure?"

  "I'm fne." He tried for a grin.

  Neil stared back at him and lifted a single brow.

  "Okay, I'm nervous as all hell." Jonah looked down, walking past Neil into the main room. Crap, that was worse. The sight of the big bed had him tensed even tighter. You'd never know he'd just come with the way he was wound so frigging much.

  "Jonah, look at me."

  He turned to face Neil. "What?"

  "Who am I?"

  "Neil…" Exasperated, Jonah shook his head.

  "That's right. I'm Neil. Your best friend. Forget the past ten years. You know me." Neil touched his own chest. "Here, where it counts, you know me. Have I ever hurt you?"

  "Yes."

  Neil reared back. "What?"

  Jonah hid his grin. "Grade 11. We were working out and you dropped a barbell on my foot."

  "Jesus Christ, Jonah. Would you let that go already? How many times have I apologized for that?"

  The aggrieved tone did more to relax Jonah than anything else would have. He started to laugh, descending into peals when Neil shook his head and marched forward to grab hold of him.

  Jonah tried to step back, but Neil's grip was too tight.

  "You're an idiot." Neil couldn't hide the laughter in his own voice.

  "Yeah, but you like me."

  "I do." Neil's voice dropped, becoming deeper.

  Oh.

  chAPteR FiFteen

  Neil couldn't stop staring at Jonah. It was hard to believe this was where they were after so many years. Holding hi
m close, Neil bent his head to nuzzle Jonah's neck. Fresh from the shower, he smelled faintly like the sandalwood soap they'd both used. Neil pressed a kiss to the skin in front of him, pulling Jonah tighter against his body.

  He'd known that Jonah had been feeling out of sorts all day, so he was relieved his attempt to break the ice had actually worked. Hell, they used to be best friends for the majority of their lives and it was plain he could still read Jonah clearly. Luckily, or he might have gotten the wrong impression when Jonah kept acting weird all day. Not that Neil had been any better. It had just been awkward for a while there. Like he wasn't sure if they should act like friends or lovers, and the fact that they were both was making his head all muddy. He'd never been this good of friends in any of his previous relationships.

  Now, the feel of his best friend against his own hard dick was making his head explode. Shit, he needed to come.

  Slowly walking backward, Neil took them closer to the bed. Jonah followed without hesitation but that might have had something to do with Neil's bear grip on his body. Neil smiled before nipping Jonah's neck.

  "Hey!"

  Grinning, Neil fnally raised his head. "Yeah?"

  "Don't bite."

  "Oh, yeah?" Neil raised a brow.

  Jonah shook his head ruefully. "Shit, that's just going to make you want to do it again."

  "Babe, you know me so well." Neil snickered.

  "I shouldn't have said anything."

  "Nope. You'll learn one of these days."

  "Asshole."

  "Oh, was that an invitation? Why, thank you, I'd love to get in your asshole."

  It was Jonah's turn to snicker. "Want it badly, do you?"

  "You know it. I was going to offer my ass to you but it looks like Mr. Happy isn't quite ready yet."

  "Hey! I just came. Don't be making comments about that. He'll be happy again. Just give me a minute."

  Neil shook his head, trying to look concerned. "Is this a frequent problem for you?"

  "That's it." Jonah surged forward, tackling Neil to the bed.

  They rolled together, each trying to get the upper hand before Neil fnally gave up. He couldn't stop laughing, so he couldn't get a good grip on Jonah's wiry body. His friend was more muscular than he'd imagined, hiding a toned body beneath his clothing. Neil defnitely liked what he saw—and felt. Dragging his fngers along Jonah's torso, he delighted in the shiver Jonah couldn't suppress.

  "Shit, you working out, J?"

  "Big bad cop… Not so tough, n'est-ce pas?" Jonah crooned.

  Jonah shimmied on top of Neil, his half-hard cock brushing against Neil's ready-to-pound-nails dick. Oh, oh… that felt nice. "Again…"

  "Give me another minute and I'll do anything you want."

  "I don't think I can wait another minute." Understatement of the year.

  Jonah must have taken him at his word because suddenly slim fngers were tracing a path down his hips and around his ass. Neil lifted up, giving Jonah more room to play. "You brought lube, right?"

  "Shh… no talking," Jonah murmured.

  Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. "Babe…"

  "Ne pas parler."

  What was it about Jonah reverting to French that did it for him? Fuck, that was sexy. Maybe it was the fact that Neil wasn't sure Jonah was all that aware when he did it. His friend was like a lot of folks back home in that he tended to bastardize the language anyway, but it was still hot to hear. Maybe he was just cracked, but it did something for him.

  Jonah toyed with his puckered entrance, tracing circles around it with the most gentle of touches. Neil couldn't help moving his hips, trying to get Jonah's touch exactly where he wanted it. "Come on, buddy."

  "We need to buy a ball gag."

  Neil blinked open his eyes. He wasn't sure when exactly he'd closed them but that wasn't something he heard every day. "Say what?"

  "You talk too much."

  "Wait, I talk too much? Hi, pot."

  "That's it. Roll over." Jonah moved his hands to either side of Neil's hips and pressed in with his fngers.

  Neil wiggled. "I kind of like this position, thanks."

  "You're going to make me lose my woody."

  "Hey, fancy that. Look who has come to play!" Neil crowed before reaching down to grab Jonah's dick. "Hi again. I missed you."

  Jonah's body shook before he let out a bark of laughter. "You're cracked."

  "And speaking of cracks… mine is starting to feel left out since you've stopped touching it."

  Jonah shook his head, smiling faintly. "Hey…"

  "Hey, what?"

  "Is it weird? That this doesn't feel weird?"

  "You really want to talk now?" Neil fgured it had to be because Jonah had already come while he was nearing blue balls territory. His mind was about to short circuit.

  "No, I just wanted to check. I was nervous before, and now I'm not and I can't decide if that's weird or not."

  Neil shifted his hips, groaning as Jonah moved with him. "Not weird. Nice."

  Jonah beamed, ducking his head. "Lube?"

  Shit, yes. "Lube."

  Neil was suddenly glad Jonah seemed to still have a brain cell left because it gave him the opportunity to sit back and just stare as Jonah moved off the bed toward his suitcase. The way Jonah moved was amazing. He fgured J didn't know how sensual he was but Neil was defnitely noticing.

  Within moments Jonah was back, holding up a small bottle and a handful of condoms. "Yeehaw."

  Jonah grinned wickedly before laying down beside Neil. This time the fngers that bumped Neil's ass were slick. Neil canted his hips, eager to feel Jonah inside him already. Jonah slid one fnger in and his groan melded with Neil's heartfelt cry. "Yes."

  More, he needed more. It wasn't enough. Neil grabbed hold of Jonah and rolled them over until he was sitting up and straddling Jonah's hips. "Sorry. Shit, sorry. I can't wait."

  Jonah let out a huffng laugh. "Oui."

  Two fngers were now pressed up against his hole, begging for entrance. Neil tossed his head back as they flled him, bringing his nerve endings to life. "Good, that's enough. Fuck me, already."

  "Someone's in a rush." Jonah smoothed both hands up Neil's back and pressed down gently.

  Getting the picture, Neil blanketed Jonah's body with his own and gave Jonah his lips. They kissed hungrily. Tongues dueling while they explored each other's bodies with their hands. Neil shifted in place and felt Jonah's hair roughened legs slide along his. He missed this, being with a man. It was different from being with a woman, but there was something here that he wasn't sure he'd ever gotten before. Maybe it was Jonah, the fact that they had a history most lovers didn't. Whatever it was, he liked it. Craved it.

  Jonah removed one hand and groped for something beside them. Neil could have helped him but he was too busy devouring Jonah's mouth. Jonah lifted up with his hips and managed to fip them over again. He rose up above Neil, panting for breath.

  Letting his legs fall open, Neil nodded. "Please."

  Jonah tore the wrapper in his hand before rolling the condom over his shaft. Neil couldn't help licking his lips at the sight. Fuck.

  "Like this?" Jonah asked.

  "I want to see you. Just like this."

  Grabbing hold of Neil's thighs, Jonah lifted up with his hands. Neil obligingly wrapped his legs around Jonah's lean hips and canted his own hips again. The hard dick that bumped against his ass made him toss his head in anticipation.

  Jonah pressed in, the head of his cock parting Neil's ass. Neil could barely keep his eyes open but he wanted to see everything. Jonah was fushed, his skin pink with exertion and shining from the sweat beading along his body. His teeth were clenched and his eyes half open and gazing down at Neil with a ferce expression.

  Neil hissed at the slight burn as Jonah slid in slowly. Shit, it felt good. He didn't like pain, but there was something about being fucked that made everything feel amazing—even the burn of being breached by a cock. It'd been a while for him to experience anything bu
t toys or fngers.

  Jonah stopped, hips up against Neil's ass. Neil felt him fex his hips before Jonah slowly withdrew. Neil's back arched and his toes curled. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck…"

  "I am," Jonah whispered wickedly.

  Jonah bucked his hips, thrusting back into Neil harder, causing his entire body to shake. Neil reached up, needing to feel Jonah pressed against him. Jonah happily obliged, moving into position and lowering his head to Neil. Wrapping his arms around Jonah's shoulders, Neil squeezed his thighs around Jonah.