Page 59 of Best Friends, Tennessee

“Yeah, and I want you to tell me again,” I murmured, giving his cock a little squeeze.

“For fuck’s sake, Finn,” Ori said, brushing aside a lock of his hair as he looked down at me. “Fine. I want you to suck my cock. Really badly.”

I knew how hard that must have been for him to admit, and that only made it more important to me. He still thought I was a timid straight guy, but I was tired of questioningwhyI wanted some of the things I did.

I latched my fingertips under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down like I was unwrapping a gift.

Ori liked to say I had a huge ego, or that he was going to somehow feed my ego—but normally, that wasn’t true at all.

Right now, though?

Right now I had a pretty big fucking ego.

Ori didn't have to have tolikeme to enjoy getting his dick sucked, but I definitely liked seeing how hard he was.

The hardwood floor bit against my knees as I shifted, pulling his boxer briefs off. His cock came free and I let myself really look at it, for the first time. My mouth was practically watering over another man’s cock. His tip was pink and glistening, and he was even bigger than I’d thought he’d be, not that I’d really had any clue what his cock might look like.

It washis, though. That was what I liked most about it.

I wrapped my fist around his base, getting a feel for his thickness. It was similar and different from mine, and I let myself reallylookat it, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip.

Ori moaned, almost inaudibly, as my lips touched the head of his cock. I let my tongue come out, lapping along the underside, and I got another moan out of him.

God, yes.

Please stay here with me.

I wasn’t going to waste any time. I knew I wanted this. Maybe for longer than I’d even admitted it.

I sank down onto his entire length, letting my mouth slide around him until I’d taken him all the way to the hilt.

“Christ, Finn,” Ori gasped, his hips bucking just slightly under me. “It’s your first time, you don’t have to take me right into your fuckingthroat—fuck, that feels so good—”

I pushed as far down as I could until he really did hit the back of my throat, and a string of whispered curses came out of his mouth. I lapped along him a couple of times, letting my lips get slicked with spit, feeling every ridge of him. He was moving against me now too, reaching to grip my shoulder, my hair, anything he could grab.

I hummed as I let my hand roam, cupping his balls and making him groan and arch his back. The less hesitation I had, the more Ori seemed to let himself relax.

I pulled off for a moment, keeping my fist around his cock and pumping slow, steady strokes as I looked up at Ori.

“Should have let me do this earlier.”

“For fuck’s sake, Finn, if I’d known you were so cock-hungry maybe I would have.”

Wish I’d known, too.

Wish I’d let myself want it.

With the pad of my tongue on the base of his cock, I gave him a slow, wet stripe all the way up to his tip. I loved what it did to his expression, as if he was in more and more agony with every move I made.

“Goddamn, Ori,” I muttered as I got to the top. “You mind if I…?”

I gestured to my own pants. He nodded quickly.

“If you want,” he said.

I reached down to undo my own belt and the top of my jeans. I shoved them down along with my underwear until they rested above my knees, giving myself access to grip my own cock at the same time.

Seeing Ori’s gaze land on my dick felt forbidden. I was used to hiding myself from other guys, and even when I’d changed clothes in the same room as Ori, I’d always turned the other way.

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