Page 18 of A Match Made In Evan
His tongue sneaks into my mouth and suddenly my accidental kiss turns into one of the most passionate kisses I’ve ever had in my life. It only gets better when his right hand snakes in between us and grasps my dick over the top of my boxers. He strokes me the same way I’m stroking him, without an ounce of hesitation, and it’sexactlywhat I needed to feel all night.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my lips when we pause the kissing to breathe, “Ev, fuck, this feels…”
“I know,” I agree. “God, yes, Jay. Like that. Just…tighten up your grip a little.Yes. Just like that.Ungh, don’t you dare stop.”
“Can…can you…Ev…m-my balls…I…”
His plaintive begging is only making me hornier. Then his words register. “Yeah. Right. Pants off. Good idea.”
We release each other reluctantly so we can shimmy out of our boxers, then we practically maul each other’s mouths as we reconnect. “I-I’ve got lotion,” he pants at our next pause for oxygen, “if that’ll make this…easier.”
“I could come just from this,” I admit, surprised to hear how ragged and wrecked I sound just from having his hand on my dick and his tongue tangling with mine. “Your hand feels so good, baby.”
“Oh, fuck,” he arches his back, precum spilling from his head and down his shaft, and I grin as I reach lower to fondle his balls as a reward for the delightful reaction.
“You like that? When I call you baby?”
He whimpers. The non-verbal response probably means that he’s embarrassed. He fucking shouldn’t be.
“Fuck,” I tell him, “Jay, that’s so hot.”
“I…I…”
Cutting off his stammering, I slam my mouth over his again, moaning as he tightens his grip on my cock and increases his speed. He’s a quick study, my best friend.
“Jesus fuck,” I wrench my mouth from his and nuzzle my bearded jaw against his cheek, pressing my lips up against his ear. “Baby,” I croon, “just like that.”
“Ah!” he shouts and arches his back as the warmth of his release coats my fist. I rush to cover his mouth with mine again, mindful that we need to stay quiet, and he moans and whimpers into the kiss while I milk him dry.
It’s those whimpers that do me in and send me over the edge, coming all over his hand as I groan right back into his mouth.
I reluctantly end the kiss when my dick becomes too sensitive for his continued stroking, placing my sticky hand over his to stop his movement. Then I flop back onto my pillow, bringing my mess of our mixed fluids with me, and leaving Jay with some of his own as I dazedly murmur, “Holy fuck.”
***
We don’t talk about it.
It’s not for a lack of trying on my part, but we both crashed to sleep after cleaning up in the rudimentary ensuite attached to our room. Then we overslept our alarm and the morning was a mad rush of getting our shit together and then making sure the kids we were supposed to be in charge of were all lined up for the bus on time.
Obviously, we couldn’t talk about it on the bus, nor could we talk about it on the drive back to James’ place with Mia in the car.
And in the weeks since then, we just…haven’t mentioned it.
So, we might not talk about it, but it’s pretty much all I can think about.
I try in vain to remember every moment of it. How Jay’s mouth tasted —minty and warm— how he smelled, the weight of his cock (thicker and longer than mine) in my hand. The sounds he made, the feeling of his dick swelling and then unloading over my fist…
I wonder if he was as moved by the experience as I was.
Because holy fuck: I made out with my best friend and exchanged a mutual handjob with him, and I fucking loved it!
I want to do it again.
…Can we do it again?
Like, okay, the night at camp was two best mates helping each other out. Bro jobs, or whatever. But, if we do it again, does it mean…more? Does it have to? Can’t it just be an extension of the lie we’re telling people? I mean, everyone involved with the school already thinks we’re sleeping together. This just adds to the authenticity. That way, if Joey asks more questions about our relationship, wewon’tbe lying. I’ll feel much better about it if we’re not.
“Earth to Evan,” Jack waves a hand in front of my face, and he looks thoroughly amused when I blink back to reality, taking in the indoor soccer pitch and the team surrounding me. “Ah, you’re with us again.”
