Page 34 of Hidden Plays
He gulped it down and set the empty glass on the dark wood nightstand. “It was when you told me you fucked Miguel that I had to face my feelings.” He peeked at me, redness rolling up his cheeks. “I was um, I was jealous.”
“Jealous?” With a soft smile, I rubbed my forehead. Damn, and here I thought my telling him that didn’t matter.
“Will you please sit down next to me?” He patted the white duvet next to him.
“Okay.” I dropped in next to him, throwing my legs onto the bed. This was weird. I longed for another kiss, but I couldn’t make eye contact.
“How did you handle it when you realized you were attracted to guys?” His hand inched closer to mine until our pinky fingers touched.
“I hid it at first.” I twined my pinky around his. Okay, this wasn’t so bad. “I didn’t want my parents to find out, especially my dad. I think instinct told me he wouldn’t accept it.” Was Holden looking only for a therapy session right now? I peered at him.
His throat dipped with a hard swallow, and he nodded. “I don’t know how my parents will handle this, but I want toexplore it if you’ll let me.” As he turned toward me, his gaze searched my face and stopped on my mouth. “Will you let me?”
I fixated on him, his darkened eyes, the swollen red lips, the heat of his body shivering across my skin. How could I say no? “Yeah, I’ll let you.” But I had to keep my feelings in check. It would hurt if he decided that being with a guy wasn’t for him.
Hesitantly, his hand settled at my nape, holding me in place. “Can I kiss you again?”
My breath quickened, and my heart ran wild against my ribcage, my dick twitching and plumping. If this wasn’t a connection, I didn’t know what was. In a ragged voice, I said, “Yes, please do.”
Closing his eyes, he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine, exploring with his tongue, and then slanting his mouth and enveloping me in rough kisses, hungry kisses. He dug his fingers into my nape and groaned.
My cock stretched to my navel, pushing at the band of my joggers, begging for attention. As I plunged my tongue between his lips, I flicked it inside him, his taste like the sweetest candy and the fresh cinnamon encasing me in a bubble of pure bliss. No one had ever kissed me like this. Myles’s kisses were nothing compared to this.
As my balls tightened and ached, I rolled toward him, fixing my mouth to his, our tongues licking and fighting for dominance. As a throaty groan freed from my mouth, he turned to me, his hand brushing my sensitive cock. It jerked, dribbling precum into my briefs. Holy hell, a few tugs and I’d unload. “Oh, fuck…” I breathed in deeply, fighting for air.
“What’s wrong?” Creasing his brow, he bit his lower lip, focusing on me.
With a smug grin, I said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking wound up tight right now.” I pressed on my solid cock and pleasure surged up my spine. “I, uh…can we?”Please God, let me get off right now or I might explode.
His gaze fell to my dick, leaking through my joggers. “Whatdo you want to do?” He lightly skimmed his hand over it and gasped. “I’ve never touched a guy’s dick before.”
“If you want, we could just jerk off together? Or I could jerk myself off?” I cut my gaze to his joggers, a wet spot forming at the tip of his cock. “But you look like you could use a little relief too.”
“I never thought kissing a guy would turn me on so much.” His attention drew to my lips. “Yeah, let’s do it.” He slipped the band of his joggers down and gripped his cock, the head slick with precum and almost purple. With a hiss, he stroked himself and claimed my mouth in a fresh round of searing kisses.
As I lost myself in the moment, I slipped my hand inside my joggers, pulling on my aching cock, swiping the head with my precum. Sparks shot through my body, and my hips rocked in time with my strokes.
His breath quickened along with the pace of his hand as his body trembled. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Watching his jacking hand, climax roared to the edge.Wait for it.I rested my cheek on his shoulder and fixated on his cock, jerking in his hand as hot cum spurted from it, splattering my cheek and his chest.
“Oh, fuck.” My eyes rolled back as a mind-numbing orgasm shuddered through me, my fist squeezing and pumping my pulsing cock, pleasure surging inside me in waves. As it slowed, I panted, and clarity came rushing back. What the hell just happened? How did I end up like this? I was only helping him with his knee. But he’d started it.
“Jesus, JJ. I haven’t come that hard in…probably ever.” He buried his nose in my hair, breathing me in. “I didn’t even feel my knee for a couple of minutes.”
Shit, his knee. “Are you okay? Did we hurt it?” I slipped my hand from my joggers, blobs of cum coating it. We’d made quite a mess. And there was cum on my cheek. Flicking my tongue to the side, I licked it off, the salty taste of him heating my skin. Would he let me blow him someday? Would it ever get to that?
“Nope, feels the same. The ice pack fell off.” With a chuckle, he pushed the ice pack from the pillow to his knee.
“I’ll get cleaned up and bring you a washcloth.” After tucking myself into my briefs, I hopped out of bed and washed in the bathroom, then wet a washcloth and brought it to him, holding it out. “Do you, um, want me to help?—”
“No, I’ve got it.” After grabbing the towel, he swiped it across his shirt and waning dick. “Could you get me a fresh shirt?” He gave me a sheepish look and threw the washcloth on the floor. “I’ll get that later.”
“Yeah, sure.” I strode to his bag and fished out another team shirt. “Is this one good?” I held it up. It looked similar to the one he had on.
“Yeah.” Leaning forward, he shucked his shirt over his head and tossed it. “Good thing I always bring extras, but I didn’t know I’d have to change because we’d…um…”
“Because you’d get cum on your shirt?” With a soft snort, I gave him the clean shirt and sat next to him. Okay, would it get awkward now? Where was this going? I didn’t want to push him, but I deserved answers. “How should we do this moving forward?” I balked. I sounded so corporate.
