Page 26 of A Totally Platonic Thing
I hardened my heart. My cock didn’t need any help in that regard, unfortunately. God damn it, I truly needed to get laid if Chris’s lips looked that fucking sexy to me. Sure, he had perfect lips. But he was a guy. My roommate. My best friend.
My best friend and roommate, who sounded like a porn soundtrack when he used those swollen lips to beg to be allowed to orgasm. Fuck, fuck,fuck. I would not grab my dick, no matter how much it wanted me to.
“Nope. No coming for you.”Or for you, Lucas. Down, boy.“Maybe next time you won’t be such a dick. And go to your classes. And leave Aidan alone so he can do his job without worrying about you.”
Chris’s eyes went far away, like he was deep in thought, and he reached up and put his hand on top of mine, stroking my skin with his fingertips. He didn’t even seem to realize he was doing it, so I didn’t move. I gave him a minute for the wheels to turn.
Finally his eyes focused on me again, and the corners of his lips curled in a funny little smile. “I thought you were going to yell at me when I fucked up, Lucas. Not…” His cheeks burned bright red again. “Spank me,” he whispered.
My throat felt too tight. He still had his hand on mine. He had such soft skineverywhere. And hearing him say it out loud made me uncomfortable as hell, edgy and twitchy.
“Whatever gets the job done.” I sounded a little too gravelly and cleared my throat. “It worked, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Um. Can I go in the bathroom now?”
“Sure. Door stays open.” I pulled my hand away, stood up, and moved awkwardly over to my own bed, letting him stand up behind me without staring at him the whole time.
Instead, I stared down at my bed.
Which Chris was going to share.
And I couldn’t jerk off either. I’d made a decision and I’d damn well stick to it. Well, fuck it. It didn’t need to be awkward. This was me and Chris. He’d whine a little about needing to touch himself, and I’d tell him to shut up, and we’d totally laugh about it in the morning.
It’d be fine. For sure.
My cock gave another throb. Fuck.
It’d be totally fine.
Chapter Six
Chris
Taking a piss with an erection was challenging at the best of times.
Doing it with an erection, with the bathroom door wide open and Lucas moving around a few feet from me turning off lights and putting things away, felt nearly impossible. I had to close my eyes tightly andfocusbefore I could get a stream going.
And the whole time, the light pressure of my hand on my cock felt like torture. I gave it one little stroke, because I couldn’t resist, biting my lip against the relief of it, and nearly jumped out of my skin and peed everywhere when Lucas called out, “No touching!”
Oh, God, I needed to come so badly. But Lucas wouldn’t let me. Lucas would hold me down again and…oh, God. I needed to comeso badly.
Half of me couldn’t focus on anything else. Another half of me could hardly be contained inside my skin, jittery and panicky and sad and lost, not knowing what the hell to do except vibrate helplessly. And another half, and like, I knew I had too many halves but that was how I felt, all fractured and the wrong size, seemed like it had been put to sleep, calmed down and relaxed in a way I hadn’t known I could be capable of. The thought of going to Aeon now made me sick. The thought of going away from Lucas made me sick.
My ass throbbed and stung, not too badly, not like it’d been actually injured. But enough to stay close to the forefront of my mind. I needed…something, maybe just to come, damn it.
But Lucas wouldn’t let me.
Lucas. Oh, God.
I finished peeing and washed up, got out the toothpaste with mechanical motions that felt like I was doing them with someone else’s hands.
Lucas had stayed so calm. Like it didn’t even affect him to hold me down and, and…spank me. He’d spanked my ass with that big, long-fingered hand. I loved his hands, because they looked, and were, so capable. So strong and useful. So warm when they touched me.
I shuddered and spat toothpaste in the sink. Lucas started making the bed; I could hear sheets rustling and the flumpy sound of pillow fluffing. The apartment had gone dark except for the bathroom light.
I winced as I bent over to rinse out my mouth, the cotton of my underwear rubbing against my tender skin.
The thought of going out really did make me want to puke, no vodka required, but how could I lie down and go to bed feeling like this?
