Page 18 of A Totally Platonic Thing
“Fine,” I said, lifting my chin and staring him down. His dark eyes widened a little behind his glasses. “You stole mine and looked, so now you can show me yours.”
His eyes widened even more, and his mouth dropped open. “Oh!” he said after a beat, and then let out a shaky laugh. “Right. The porn.” Well, duh? What did he think I’d meant? His dick? Oh, shit, had he thought I meant hisdick? I went all hot and lightheaded again, but he’d already turned away and started climbing back into bed. “Well, come on.” He patted the mattress next to him. “If you want to see, c’mere.”
He’d left barely enough room for me next to him, because he was such a manspreader, but okay, fine. I could do this. Even with my erection poking out in front of me. I sidled over to his bed and gingerly edged onto it, keeping my throw blanket firmly in place. Lucas leaned over and moved my laptop further down the bed so that we wouldn’t kick it, and then resettled his on his lap.
“You need to put your legs down or you won’t be able to see.”
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He wasn’t looking at me.
If I put my legs down, instead of keeping my knees drawn up, then the bulge in the front of my throw blanket would become painfully obvious.
But I really couldn’t see.
I let my knees unbend and stretched out my legs, gathering up as much of the blanket as possible and heaping it in my lap.
Now my erection was disguised under a giant lump of blanket, making it even more obvious what I was hiding.
Smooth.
Without comment, Lucas nudged his laptop over so that it was resting on one of his thighs and one of mine, right next to the blanket lump, and pressed play.
I could faintly hear the sound of it coming through his headphones, and I had a passing thought that even though he clearly watched his porn with the sound he’d left them plugged in because I didn’t. But that thought fled as I focused on the screen.
On the tall, broad-shouldered, kind of lanky blond guy, who looked a shit ton like Lucas from behind, fucking a slim brunette in the ass.
My cock went from rock-hard to absolutely about to blow in two seconds.
I tried to clear my spinning head and take a breath, but it only went so far. Holy shit, I was turned on watching straight porn. With Lucas. Sitting right next to me. So close we were touching.
And the girl on the screen had short hair, not as short as mine, but almost boy-short. And she had small breasts and kind of a narrow build, so she honestly looked close enough to me, if I squinted.
Apparently Lucas also liked self-centered porn where he could easily imagine himself in the place of the guy doing the fucking. The girl had to be a coincidence. Anyway, it worked out well, or poorly, for me, depending on your point of view. I could totally get into this, especially since they were doing anal.
No, strike that, I was already totally into this. My breath had started coming faster again. Lucas sat perfectly still beside me, but I could feel the tension in him through where we were touching, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder.
“You’re not covering your eyes and running away, so I guess that’s good?” Lucas said, sounding a little husky, his voice even deeper than usual.
“Y-yeah,” I managed. Oh my God, I needed to jerk off. Like right this second. “I think it helps that they’re having anal sex. And that she’s not super curvy.”
“I have some like that too, if you’re looking for a more stereotypical het porn experience.”
My stomach clenched with mingled arousal and…disappointment? That was so stupid. Of course this was only one of hundreds of videos he’d watched and enjoyed. It didn’t mean he had a type. Had I been hoping we could find some porn middle ground we could enjoy together on the regular? Because that would be weird, right? And where had that thought even come from? I’d been terrified of sitting down next to him, pissed that he’d taken my laptop in the first place.
“What do you like about this one?”
The words had left my mouth before I could bite them back, and I cringed a little, opening and closing my hands in my lap to try to deal with how sweaty they’d gotten.
“She’s really hot, and I’m into the way she’s so into it,” Lucas said, not seeming to notice how freaked out I’d gotten. It calmed me down a little that he simply answered the question without telling me what a creepy weirdo I was for asking it. “Also, I guess I’m a total egotist,” he added, with a funny little laugh. “I like it when guys in porn look enough like me, sort of.”
“I do that too. Only for me it’s the guy who’s—” I choked, stopped, and coughed. Oh, God. I had to stop talking.
Lucas tapped the trackpad again and set his laptop aside, leaning down to grab mine.
“Wait, no, I mean, that one was fine!”
Lucas turned and grinned at me. “You got a better look at mine. Now I want to see what you like about yours.”
He set it across our laps, woke up the screen, and pressed play, while I sat there biting my lip and absolutely stiff with tension.
