Page 19 of A Totally Platonic Thing
Well, all the parts of me that weren’t stiff with something other than tension. Having Lucas turning onmyporn, while we sat and watched it together? Embarrassing, and kind of humiliating, and horribly arousing, and not just horribly arousing in spite of the other things, but also because of them.
I hated myself in that moment, but I held my breath and vibrated with pure, shameful want as the video started playing again.
It had just gotten to my favorite part. The top had been lying on top of the other guy, chest to back, pumping into him, but then he sat up, his knees pressing the bottom’s legs even wider. And he grabbed hold of his hip with one hand and brought his other hand down hard on the ass he was fucking, with a smack that would’ve echoed through the speakers if they’d been on. The guy getting fucked reacted, lifting his head and obviously crying out, but he was so into it, pushing back on the cock inside him and looking like he was about to come.
I knew from watching this more than once that hewasabout to come, and that when he did the top was going to spank him harder and harder right through his orgasm.
And I had my own ideas about what they were saying, what they were thinking. About what the top could say at that moment to make that orgasm even more overwhelming—
I let out something like a squeak as my balls got all tight and my whole body started to tingle, oh God, I was going to come, sitting there next to Lucas and feeling the heat and solidity of his body next to mine, without even touching myself, with a throw blanket around me and Lucas probably kind of grossed out or at best amused by the video that was getting me so close to getting off—
“Fuck, that’s actually pretty hot,” Lucas said.
And my whole body tightened up, my cock went painfully stiff, and I shot into my boxer-briefs and the throw blanket, my eyes squeezing shut as I gasped and moaned.
Quietly, but audibly. And there was no way Lucas could’ve missed what had just happened.
Humiliation, and not the sexy kind this time, swamped me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t open my eyes. Oh, my God, I couldn’t look at him. He’d never speak to me again.
I’d had an orgasm.
Inhis bed.
Total silence fell except for my rough, panting breaths. Neither of us moved a muscle.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
And found him staring at me, his face flushed dark even in the light of the screen. The glare hit his glasses at an angle that left me unable to see the look in his eyes clearly enough to be able to tell how disgusted he was.
I swallowed hard, sticky wetness seeping through my boxer-briefs, my fists clenched in the blanket.
“Wow,” Lucas breathed. “You. Wow. You can come without even jerking off? That’s kind of—” He swallowed too, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “That’s…cool. Right? Like a superpower.”
My brain froze like someone had pulled the plug on it. The moments-ago orgasm probably didn’t help with that. He…what? Wasn’t he going to make fun of me for not having any stamina, chill, or respect for his bed?
“Oh my God,” I choked out. “Cool? Like a superpower? Are youhigh?”
Lucas casually reached over and paused the video finally, and then he started to laugh. “No, man. You’re allergic to pot. I’d never.”
And maybe it was the post-orgasm high, or the ten different adrenaline spikes I’d been subjected to in the last few minutes, or simply the total absurdity of Lucas’s unfazed attitude.
But I started to laugh too. I laughed like I hadn’t laughed in months, until I had tears running down my face, until I’d collapsed against Lucas’s shoulder, hiding my face there and probably getting his t-shirt all damp.
When I got my shit together and sat up again, he hadn’t moved at all; he’d simply let me have my fit without reacting. And I could have kissed him for it.
Maybe a bad choice of phrasing, but whatever.
He smiled at me, and if it looked slightly forced, I couldn’t exactly blame him. I wiped a stray tear off my burning cheek and tried to smile back. I was still sticky. And horribly embarrassed. And I had no idea what to do next.
Luckily, Lucas was there to tell me. “You should get the first turn in the bathroom, yeah?” he said. “And then I’ll go next. I might, um, I might need a few minutes. Then you want to finish that pizza from earlier and watch an episode of that show you told me about? I may need to wind down a little before I go to sleep.”
Lucas was going to go into the bathroom and jerk off. While I microwaved cold pizza. After I had an orgasm in his bed.
Okay.
“Okay,” I breathed. “I’ll—go first.”
