Page 45 of Playing for Keeps
I huffed and puffed as if I was auditioning for the role of the Big Bad Wolf, tossing and turning to really drive home my point.
“Can’t sleep?” Luke had finally asked.
“Nah.”
I waited for him to suggest the same thing he had the last time, but he didn’t say anything.
Eventually, me and my hard dick couldn’t stand it anymore. “Do you mind if I like…you know…like last time…”
In the silence that followed, I could hear Luke swallow loudly.
“If that’s what you need to do,” he said finally.
“You’ve got to do it too, otherwise it’s too weird.”
I waited for Luke to point out it was weird regardless, but he didn’t.
“Okay,” he said instead.
I stuck my hand inside my boxers. I did it quietly, because I didn’t want to miss the rustling sounds that meant Luke was touching himself too.
My cock throbbed and I stroked it once, and holy shit, that felt good. Especially as I could tell from the rustling of Luke’s sleeping bag that he was doing the same thing.
Eventually the need to look at Luke became too much, and I turned my head to sneak a glance at him.
He was lying on his side, staring back at me.
My breath hitched.
He was so close. That was the greatest thing about our small two-man tent—our air mattresses were pressed right up against each other.
Because we always had the camping lantern on in the corner at the lowest setting, I could see the outline of his face, his eyes dark pools in the dim light.
His direct gaze sent a hot flush through me. It was enough to make me speak recklessly. “You wanna swap hands?”
Luke’s breathing stopped.
“What?” His voice was raspy.
“Just interested to know if it feels different if it’s someone else’s hand…you know…” I trailed off. Hopefully in the low light Luke couldn’t see how much my face burned.
“Well, I’m always in favor of scientific investigation,” Luke said slowly.
“Of course you are, you’re the Professor.”
He laughed and suddenly it was okay. Because this wasLuke.
I laughed too, although my laugh was more of a release of nerves than true laughter.
“Okay, let’s try it,” he said.
I unzipped my sleeping bag, but the zip snagged thanks to my eagerness and my shaking. Yeah, way not to seem too keen.
Eventually I wrestled it undone and looked up to see that Luke’s sleeping bag was open too. He stared at my cock, and for a second I thought he was going to balk, but then he bit his lip and tentatively reached out.
“This okay?” His voice was husky as he touched me.
My heart thudded. “Oh yeah. Definitely.”
