Page 109 of The Waiting Game

But Felix wanted this so badly he ached with it and he remained standing, arms bound a little from the jacket still hanging off his shoulders, the edge of the low dresser biting into his palms.

The surprise must have made Jonah go a little soft but he hesitantly took his cock in his hand again, gaze returning to Felix’s face as he began to slowly stroke.

Felix nodded his encouragement, swallowing past the dryness in his mouth. His heart still raced and he felt lightheaded as Jonah’s movements grew surer.

Faster.

Jonah’s cock flushed a deeper shade as blood raced to fill it and Felix bit his lip, imagining how warm it would feel in his hand. Against his lips.

Felix’s own cock throbbed with need and he could no longer ignore it.

He struggled out of his jacket, letting it fall to the dresser behind him. He reached out, tentatively palming himself through the fabric of his trousers, afraid it might weird Jonah out.

But Jonah’s lips parted on a gasp and he sped up, hand flying over his dick now, really working himself over.

Felix groaned softly and rubbed his thumb across the head of his cock, feeling the dampness below. He reached for his zipper but hesitated, only grasping the slider when Jonah nodded, gaze lifting to bore into Felix’s.

The rasp of the metal teeth sounded loud in the quiet room as Felix eased it open.

When Felix pulled his cock out through the fly, Jonah bit his lip, his gaze locked on Felix’s movements.

Felix spat in his hand and stroked himself, pleasure rushing through him like wildfire, his skin hot and prickling at being watched like this. Jonah breathed raggedly now, his strokes slowing a little as he stared.

That only made Felix hotter, made his skin burn with need.

“C’mon,” Felix rasped. “Keep going.”

Jonah tentatively sped up and then they were stroking in sync, their gazes locked on each other. Lightning raced across Felix’s skin and he could nearly taste Jonah’s desire. The air crackled with it and Felix flushed hot and then cold.

“Fuck! Felix,” Jonah rasped, then sank his teeth into his lower lip. “I’m so close.”

With a choked-out moan, Felix came in several long spurts, catching as much of it as he could in his hand, breathing raggedly.

When it was over, his knees were so wobbly he sagged back against the dresser to stay upright.

He watched as Jonah came just a heartbeat later, body trembling as he shot up onto his chest and abs.

Jonah worked his cock through the orgasm until there was nothing left and through the whole thing, his gaze never left Felix’s.

In that moment, Felix knew he’d never be the same. He and Jonah would never be the same.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Jonah’s head was still all fuzzy from orgasm when Felix muttered, “I need to clean up,” voice all choked-out and strained. He fled for the bathroom, leaving a very confused Jonah in his wake.

“What the fuck?” Jonah whispered as the bathroom door closed behind him.

What the fuck to the whole fucking thing.

Had that really happened?

Had Felix really walked in on Jonah to see him masturbating and then joined in?

Jonah kept waiting to wake up from a really weird dream and for everything to make sense again but when he pinched his thigh, all it did was hurt.

Jonah had vague memories of some mutual masturbation sessions as a teenager with a guy on his team but shit, it had never felt like this.

This had been like touching a live wire. Everything about it felt so intense.

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