Page 145 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

With a quick nod, TK takes himself in hand, and from that first stroke I can’t look away. His cock is small and pale with a rosy tip that barely peeks above his closed fist, but it leaks a steady flow of precum that makes it glisten and squelch with every slow glide along his shaft.

We both start off slowly, me with firm, solid strokes and TK with more of a soft caress. His lips part immediately, and his head thumps against the wall, but his eyes are on me. Not even on my movements, but my expression, my reactions to what he’s doing.

This enigma is an open book when pleasure is on the table, and as his thighs quake with his quickened movements, I feel the need to slow mine down. A steady build watching as TK’s eyes close, as his lips part with little broken pants.

I’m not a porn type of guy, but I think I could watch endless hours of Teddy pleasuring himself.

We’re close enough that I can reach out and touch his thigh with my fingertips. I don’t know why I do it, but the dopamine firing up in my brain begs for me to make contact. To experience a fraction of the euphoria happening behind his closed eyelids.

The ones that open slow and groggy as I glide my touch up his hip, over his ribs, stopping only when the hand not working his cock tangles with mine.

“I’m an idiot,” he says, voice strained as he throws his head back. “A colossal, monumental idiot. I’ve broken so many rules.”

His balls tighten and his nostrils flare, but then he whines and drops his hand from around his pulsating dick. Clear fluid with specs of white drip from his slit, and my own balls ache at how close he has to be. How he’s torturing us both by holding it off.

“You can’t touch me, because now all I can think about is your hand jerking me and what it would feel like—and I think about it all the time. Oh my god, I’m so stupid.” I can tell by his voice that he’s near tears, but if he’d let go of my hand I might just do it.

“What’s stupid,” I say, squeezing his fingers to the same pattern I’m squeezing my dick. “Is that you’re about to be ball bitch over a goddamn forfeit. You think I’m not picturing your annoying ass mouth around me? We can be stupid together, just come already, TK.”

His eyes go wide, his lips part on a gasp, and then the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen happens: streams of white pour from the bright pink flush of his tip, and I’m so mesmerized by the way it just keeps coming like some invisible force is milking him for all the cum in his body that I don’t notice my own orgasm until it’s slamming into me.

It’s a tidal wave of lust and fulfillment that knocks me on my ass. Like holy fuck, I didn’t know an orgasm could feel this good.

We both take a long, drawn out moment to recover. I have to throw an arm over my eyes to counter the pounding in my head, blood rushing to it from the adrenaline now that it’s no longer occupied keeping my dick hard.

If I hadn’t already planned on skipping classes today, I sure as hell am now. How do you recover from something like that? Because hot damn, I want to do it again.

Is that weird?

Something cool touches my stomach, and I kick my leg out only to immediately have it pinned down.

“Don’t make me break this before practice.”

I lower my arm and huff as TK takes a freaking baby wipe and scrubs it over my stomach. “Asshole.”

TK smiles at that, the one that both infuriates me and makes it impossible to actually direct that frustration at the man himself.

“You like it.” The smile drops, and the synapses in my brain fire a round of warning shots as TK plops to the mattress beside me, close enough to touch but not quite doing so. “I like you. I liked this.”

His voice cracks, and I hate it. I just had the best orgasm of my entire life—his too by the look of him—so why the hell does he seem so upset?

“I do, unfortunately, like your assholery. And this,” I motion between our spent dicks, “was epic.”

A blush crawls up his neck all the way to his ears. “That’s not what I…” He trails off, shaking his head. “So things won’t be weird?”

I frown. “What part of ‘epic’ makes you think it would be weird? I think mutual jerk off sessions would be a banger way to start our mornings.”

“You did not just say ‘banger’.”

“Got a better word?”

He sighs and gives me a soft look. One of his enigmas. Because TK is so expressive, but I can never tell what this one means. He puts a hand on my cheek, mutters something under his breath, and kisses me.

There’s no tongue, just his lips pressed to mine with a gentle pressure and then gone. Taking TK with it.

It’s like that one, miniscule kiss sends my brain on a whole reboot, because when I look over, TK is already lacing up his shoes and fully dressed in his school uniform: including that forest green tie that I want to yank off him every time I see it.

Makes him look like a dork.

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