Page 97 of For the Fans
So in that spirit, I yank my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor. Then I step out of my shoes and my jeans. Avi’s dark eyebrow arches, and I roll my eyes, slowly easing my boxer briefs down my legs and kicking them away.
The way he blatantly drools over my cock is pretty satisfying. But it’s also nerve-racking, and like an instinct, my hands cup my dick and balls to cover them up. Unfortunately, I’m still sort of hard, so half my dick is peeking out, and I can’t help it.
“Will you come here, please?” he rumbles calmly. I shake my head, and he gives me an impatient look. “Kyran… stop being ridiculous. Get that sexy ass over here. Now.”
My teeth grind together, and I mumble, “I hate you so fucking much,” stepping over hesitantly and taking a seat at the edge of the bed.
“Yea, I know. You’ve made that very clear.” He spreads his legs, and my eyes find a spot on the wall to focus on.
“Avi, Jesus…” I shake my head. “You’re like—”
“Dude, stop dancing around it.” He sits up and grabs my arm, pulling me on top of him. “We both have dicks, and balls, andassholes.” Gazing down at him, I gulp with my face on fucking fire. “Let me ask you something… Do you like the idea of pushing your cock inside me?”
My dick jumps like it’s answering the question on its own, and I bite my lip, trying to pretend I’m not fully aware of how red my cheeks are right now.
“Yea, now you know how I feel.” Avi grins, eyes falling to my cock. “I guess he’s not such a moron after all, huh?”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I retort,waybreathier than I wish I sounded.
“At least he isn’t afraid to admit what he wants to do…” he sings, letting go of me and scooting over to his nightstand.
He digs around in a drawer for a moment while I just sit in his bed, baking to death from the sheer humiliation of this situation. I thought I was drunk, but all of the inhibition lowering in the world couldn’t get me ready for whatever the hell is happening right now.
Avi returns with a bottle of lube, and my spine stiffens, eyes going round at the sight.
“What… what’s that for?”
He chuckles. “It’s calledlube. Itlubricatesthings.”
I glare at him. “No shit, asshole. I mean, what are we going to do with it… To figure out who fucks…whom?”
He beams in delight, and I roll my eyes again. “Like I said, we’ll need to get primed up to take a dick. So I figure the best way to decide who’s going to bottom is to see which one of us enjoys it more. The priming.”
My brows zip together. “What?”
“I’m not repeating myself,” he grumbles, opening the tube and squirting Astroglide onto his fingers. “Do you want to use your own fingers, or should we do it to each other?”
My mouth hangs open for a solid five seconds. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so baffled by anything in my whole life.
Like, really… What the fuck am I even doing here??
“Kyran…” Avi whispers my name in this low, grungy sort of tone that covers me in goosebumps. “Do you want to finger me? Or do you want to watch me finger myself…?”
“I… I don’t know,” I stammer, crazy lightheaded all of a sudden.
He grabs my hand. “Don’t think, just answer.”
“I want to…” I croak with saliva filling my mouth. “I wanna do it.”
He crawls over me, and I have no choice but to recline onto my back. “You wanna finger me?” I nod fast, practically breaking out in hives as he pushes my legs apart, kneeling between them. “Okay, good. I’ll finger you while you finger me. First one to get off bottoms.”
“Wha-what?? No…” My lips are shivering, but he’s ignoring me; my words of trepidation, my obvious rampant trembling.
He simply squeezes a generous helping of lube out onto my fingers, tossing the bottle and lowering himself over me. It’s clear that I’m a statue frozen in awkwardness right now, because he rolls his eyes and throws his leg over my arm, so that my hand is closer to his ass.
“Get on board, Kyran.” His eyes fall to my cock. “Look how excited you are… You want to do this, so stop talking yourself out of it.”
Letting out a jittery breath, I nod. Because yea… I guess if I’m being honest, I would really like to see how it feels to push my fingers inside of him. Much more than I want to feel his fingers pushing inside me.
