go.”
“Unless you wanna stay and eat? We could still get something.” Brad should have already ordered. Then he’d have stuffed his mouth with pork rolls, instead of with his foot.
Colin stood, shaking his head. “I’m good. ’Sides, you got to work.” Could he sound any snarkier?
“Can I call you tomorrow?” What was wrong? Why was this so uncomfortable? Why couldn’t Brad look his best friend in the eye? Oh, right. Because he’d shot his load down his best friend’s throat.
“Sure. We’ll go out for coffee and talk about chicks. Maybe discuss how we’ll both fuck your girlfriend on Saturday.”
“Colin, don’t be like that.”
“Like what?” Colin’s eyes were tight, when Brad finally met his gaze.
“You know what I mean.” Brad tried to put his thoughts in order, but his brain seemed to have leaked out of his cock. He tried. “What just happened—”
“The blow job I gave you?”
“Yes. That.”
“Let me guess. It can’t happen again.”
“Will you fucking let me speak?” Brad jumped up, and his cock brushed Colin’s hip. He shouldn’t be this aware of Colin’s body.
He shouldn’t be this attracted to him.
He shouldn’t have allowed things to get this far.
But he’d fucking loved it.
Pity he couldn’t say so in a coherent manner.
“Still waiting.” Colin crossed his arms. His forearms pressed against Brad’s chest, nearly making him lose his balance.
“I can’t talk about this right now. I didn’t expect it, and I didn’t expect to like it, and I can’t wrap my mind around it. This isn’t the right time.”
“Message received.” Colin sidestepped him, and turned toward the door.
“Colin, stop.”
Colin didn’t turn around. “Too late for that now.”
Brad should chase after him, but his trousers were still pooled around his ankles, his squeaky clean cock hanging limp, and his brain was all jumbled up and useless. He stood there, feeling miserable, long after the door had closed behind Colin.
He’d messed everything up. Becca was going to drop him as soon as he told her what happened. He loved her too much to keep it from her. Confessing he kissed Colin might have been forgiven, but he’d let Colin suck him off, and he was pretty sure that counted as cheating.
He could pretend it meant nothing, but he knew better. It meant he and Colin couldn’t get back to being buddies. It meant Brad had cheated. It meant he wasn’t the man he thought he was, or who he wanted to be.
As for it happening again… If all Colin had wanted since he met Brad was to fuck him, he’d gotten close to getting his wish. Maybe he’d have taken things further if Brad had shown more enthusiasm after the blowjob. Maybe Colin’s behavior the past few days had been nothing but a show, to get Brad to this very moment. He might make another move soon. Would Brad stop him then?
The shame finally came. Shame that he thought so little of a man who’d been his best friend for years. At least Colin had gone after what he wanted, unlike Brad, who used his denial as a shield.
Brad seriously doubted he could work more tonight. All he wanted was to go to Becca, sink inside her body, and let her moans drown out the confusion and guilt eating at him.
Too soon. Colin’s saliva wasn’t even dry on Brad’s cock.
Fuck.
No girlfriend. No best friend. Soon no company, either.
Brad had lost everything.
And he still felt the afterglow of the best blow job he’d ever had.
He tucked in his dick and zipped up, not bothering with the button or his belt. He went to his desk, and made himself comfortable in his chair. If he’d be spending the night, he might as well have lumbar support. The heap of papers in front of him mocked him. He moved the mouse around, and waited for the screen to light up. The presentation awaited, and it was the only thing in his life right now that he knew what to do with.
When he sorted it out, he’d hand it to his mother and let her do as she pleased with
“Unless you wanna stay and eat? We could still get something.” Brad should have already ordered. Then he’d have stuffed his mouth with pork rolls, instead of with his foot.
Colin stood, shaking his head. “I’m good. ’Sides, you got to work.” Could he sound any snarkier?
“Can I call you tomorrow?” What was wrong? Why was this so uncomfortable? Why couldn’t Brad look his best friend in the eye? Oh, right. Because he’d shot his load down his best friend’s throat.
“Sure. We’ll go out for coffee and talk about chicks. Maybe discuss how we’ll both fuck your girlfriend on Saturday.”
“Colin, don’t be like that.”
“Like what?” Colin’s eyes were tight, when Brad finally met his gaze.
“You know what I mean.” Brad tried to put his thoughts in order, but his brain seemed to have leaked out of his cock. He tried. “What just happened—”
“The blow job I gave you?”
“Yes. That.”
“Let me guess. It can’t happen again.”
“Will you fucking let me speak?” Brad jumped up, and his cock brushed Colin’s hip. He shouldn’t be this aware of Colin’s body.
He shouldn’t be this attracted to him.
He shouldn’t have allowed things to get this far.
But he’d fucking loved it.
Pity he couldn’t say so in a coherent manner.
“Still waiting.” Colin crossed his arms. His forearms pressed against Brad’s chest, nearly making him lose his balance.
“I can’t talk about this right now. I didn’t expect it, and I didn’t expect to like it, and I can’t wrap my mind around it. This isn’t the right time.”
“Message received.” Colin sidestepped him, and turned toward the door.
“Colin, stop.”
Colin didn’t turn around. “Too late for that now.”
Brad should chase after him, but his trousers were still pooled around his ankles, his squeaky clean cock hanging limp, and his brain was all jumbled up and useless. He stood there, feeling miserable, long after the door had closed behind Colin.
He’d messed everything up. Becca was going to drop him as soon as he told her what happened. He loved her too much to keep it from her. Confessing he kissed Colin might have been forgiven, but he’d let Colin suck him off, and he was pretty sure that counted as cheating.
He could pretend it meant nothing, but he knew better. It meant he and Colin couldn’t get back to being buddies. It meant Brad had cheated. It meant he wasn’t the man he thought he was, or who he wanted to be.
As for it happening again… If all Colin had wanted since he met Brad was to fuck him, he’d gotten close to getting his wish. Maybe he’d have taken things further if Brad had shown more enthusiasm after the blowjob. Maybe Colin’s behavior the past few days had been nothing but a show, to get Brad to this very moment. He might make another move soon. Would Brad stop him then?
The shame finally came. Shame that he thought so little of a man who’d been his best friend for years. At least Colin had gone after what he wanted, unlike Brad, who used his denial as a shield.
Brad seriously doubted he could work more tonight. All he wanted was to go to Becca, sink inside her body, and let her moans drown out the confusion and guilt eating at him.
Too soon. Colin’s saliva wasn’t even dry on Brad’s cock.
Fuck.
No girlfriend. No best friend. Soon no company, either.
Brad had lost everything.
And he still felt the afterglow of the best blow job he’d ever had.
He tucked in his dick and zipped up, not bothering with the button or his belt. He went to his desk, and made himself comfortable in his chair. If he’d be spending the night, he might as well have lumbar support. The heap of papers in front of him mocked him. He moved the mouse around, and waited for the screen to light up. The presentation awaited, and it was the only thing in his life right now that he knew what to do with.
When he sorted it out, he’d hand it to his mother and let her do as she pleased with
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