Page 17 of A Match Made In Evan
“I don’t know,” this time my answer is almost a whine. “I’m just…keyed up, I guess.”
“Keyed up?” Jay repeats cautiously, and his tone is a little strained. “Like…horny?”
My dick twitches as though he’s answering for me, even while a metaphorical lightbulb illuminates above my head. I almost sob with relief to put words to what’s bothering me. I feel a bit silly that I couldn’t recognise sexual frustration for what it was. “Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, I think that’s it.”
Being around teenagers trying to have conversations about sex right under my nose must have triggered me subconsciously.
James shifts a little.Squirms, even.
Huh.
“How’d you know?” I ask him, and my heart speeds up with anticipation. I don’t know why I’m suddenly anxious and excited to hear his answer, nor why my dick plumps up at my suspicions, either. “Are you—?”
“I haven’t had sex in almost a year,” he blurts out, and even in the darkness of the room, I can tell he’s blushing. He gets this lilt to his voice any time he’s embarrassed. It’s a tell. “So, yeah, I’m pretty much perpetually horny. Especially when…” he stops himself. “Never mind.”
“No.” For some reason, I lower my voice, even though we’re already speaking in hushed tones. I can feel blood rushing to my ears, aided by the increased beating of my heart. “Especially when what?”
He exhales, and I know he’s about to admit something he’s not proud of. “Especially when there’s a warm body in my bed.”
I’m a little confused at his embarrassment. “A warm bod—?Oh.Me?”
“Well, yeah, I guess. You’re the first person I’ve shared a bed with in a long time.”
“That makes sense,” I shrug, as though hearing that sharing a bed with me makes him horny is no big deal. Because it’s not. It’s actually flattering. “Plus, we can’t exactly go looking for hookups while we’re pretending to be engaged, can we? Not locally, anyway. Knowing our luck, someone from the school will see us out and about or something.”
Tension bleeds from his shoulders and I can feel the atmosphere in the room shifting as he relaxes. “Exactly,” he says. “But, you know, we could take turns in the shower or something. Try and get some sleep after that.”
Ugh. I’ve spent so much time alone with my right hand that I’m starting to think I’m engaged to it instead of my best friend.
Ding-ding-ding!The lightbulb in my brain flares back to life.
“Or,” I start speaking, hoping he doesn’t freak out because this idea is pretty damn genius, if I do say so myself, “we could help each other out.”
His breathing hitches. “What?!”
“We’re both horny, right?”
“Ev…”
“And we’re both probably sick of the feeling of our own hands, right?”
“Evan…”
“And we love each other, right?”
“As best friends, Ev, not—”
“Justhandies, Jay. Can we” —I lick my lips and give up trying to hide just how excited I am at the idea of having someone else touch my cock— “can we try it? Please? And if it’s too weird, we can make one of those silence pacts, like the one we made when we were kids.”
His breathing is laboured, and I can see the outline of his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I don’t know…”
Brazenly, I shuffle closer and reach for his cock, and I’m not really surprised to find that he’s just as hard inside his boxers as I am in mine. He cuts off his strangled protest and whimpers when I give him a tentative squeeze, assuming he likes being touched the same ways I do.
“Let me try, Jay,” I whisper, stroking him through the satin. “It doesn’t feel like you hate it.”
“Fuck,” he arches his hips. “O-okay. J-just tonight.”
In my moment of relief and celebration, I stop thinking altogether and press my mouth over his in a joyful kiss. He stills, and I start to pull away, ready to apologise for taking this‘helping each other out’ thing too far already, when his left hand cups the back of my head and presses my face back into his.
