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Jed furrowed his brow. Noel and some random guy’s dick? No way?—
“Jed?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you just growl?”
“No.” Maybe a little.
“I just, erm, think — know — that things would be helped along with a little lube. Don’t want any friction burns.”
“Friction burns?”
Noel flushed hard.
And don’t you look like Mr. Fucking Adorable…
“Where is it?”
“In the bedroom. The nightstand drawer.”
Bedroom. Which would mean waddling away with his pants around his ankles and his dick bobbing and bouncing. He had a better idea.
He spat in his palm, once, twice, three times, all the time keeping his gaze locked to Noel’s. He smothered them both, the warm spit mixing with the viscous pre-cum before he pushed Noel onto his back.
Jed set a rhythm. Hard, soft, slow, fast. Squeezing, kneading, feeling every inch of Noel, the heat and the pulse, every juicy moment. Beneath him, Noel gasped and moaned, uttering incoherent words on ragged, tattered breaths as he thrust up into Jed’s tunneled fist.
Jed’s fist pistoned, faster and harder, chasing the orgasm that was a storm cloud on the horizon, gathering pace and rolling in fast as it got ready to blow itself apart. Noel’s thrusts, like his hands raking through Jed’s hair, were frantic anddesperate. Breathy moans and urgent grunts, the wet slap of skin on skin as Jed’s climax raced towards him. He buried his face in Noel’s neck as Noel’s back arched and his head rolled back, exposing the pale, thin skin just above his collarbone. Jed covered it with his mouth, sucking hard. Noel’s wild pulse beat against his lips. Jed sucked, nipped and stretched the bruising skin, and sucked again.
Noel cried out, and Jed’s climax hit him with the force of a truck hurtling down the mountainside. His hips spasmed out of control, his body jerking in a seizure of ecstasy and release as hot, sticky cum filled and overflowed his hand, soaking groins, hips and bellies.
Jed rolled off Noel, falling to the floor, not caring about the bang on his head or the jolt through his body, because he was boneless. Sated, rung out, and as boneless as jello. He flung his arm across his face, the low, soft lighting suddenly too bright.
Movement, shuffling, but distant, brought him back to himself. Pulling his arm away, he looked up. Noel leaned over him, his face flushed, his lips red and swollen, his hair a mess. And a bruise, a dark bruise where he’d… Jeez. He’d never done anything like that before, but from somewhere deep inside, somewhere dark, Jed was proud to have marked Noel out as?—
“Here. To clean up.” Noel handed over a wet washcloth and a small towel. “A shower would be best, but…” he shrugged, letting the suggestion go. “We can share my bed. If you want. I mean, it’s a king, so plenty of room. For sleeping.” Noel bit down on his lower lip.
“That’d be good.” Pushing himself up on spaghetti legs, Jed staggered after Noel, his foggy focus only on the here and now, incapable, or refusing, to think of what the morning would bring.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Jed hunched over his coffee in CC’s, the breakfast pastry he’d bought untouched as his stomach twisted and turned.
“Fuck…” He ran his fingers through his hair, clenching so hard a burn chased across his scalp and down his spine. What had seemed so natural, so right between him and Noel, was now a loud, screeching voice hammering in his skull, throwing question after question at him, questions to which as he slumped in the corner of the coffee shop, cheery Christmas music in the background, he had no answers.
Where did it leave them now?
Where would the friendship that had been the defining feature of his life go from here?
The kiss at the party. They’d shrugged it off. Or kind of. But last night? How could they shrug that away?
Everything had changed. The landscape of his life was suddenly so different, with no signposts for where to go next.
He pulled off a piece of the pastry, but it never met his lips as he let it drop from his fingers. The door jangled open, bringing with it a blast of freezing air along with noise and commotion.
“Hey, Jed.” Jordan slumped down in the seat next to him and grinned.
Jed silently groaned. He didn’t want company, especially company as loud and boisterous as Jordan Ellis’. The guy had always skated on the edge of trouble, but his smile and charm had always made sure he never tumbled over it. Or not too often.
