Chapter 2
2
Brenner
I t’s not every day a guy gets a handjob from his best friend. This whole thing with Taylor happened so suddenly, but also in a way that makes sense. We don’t even have to talk a lot about it, don’t have to have tons of discussions about what this is because we both know it’s just two buddies having fun together. It won’t affect our friendship and doesn’t have to be a big deal.
But yeah, it’s one thing when I’m the one blowing said bestie, and something else altogether when he’s got his hand on my cock. It’s something I’ve been hoping for, but, teasing aside, would never push him to do.
“Spit in your hand,” I tell him after he gives me a long, slow stroke. He does as I say, licking, then spitting before wrapping it around my shaft again. It’s just a simple touch, but it makes my eyes roll back, makes my nerve endings feel on fire in the best possible way.
“Like this?” he asks, with the sort of honesty Taylor reserves for me. I might be obnoxious, that guy everyone thinks is a little too much, but for whatever reason, that’s always worked to my benefit in our friendship. Somehow it seems to be exactly what Taylor needs.
“Fuck yes,” I reply. He moves his hand faster, squeezes with just the right amount of pressure. “Get on your knees, Tay. Take your shirt off. I want to come on your chest.”
“Ask nicely.”
I flutter my lashes playfully. “Please let me come on your chest, asshole.”
Taylor laughs but gets into position. He works my cock, which is so damn close to his mouth that just thinking about pushing inside it almost makes me bust my nut.
Patience, Bren.
I’m known to jump first and ask questions later, and that’s not something I want to risk with Taylor. Us experimenting together is perfect because I know Taylor is comfortable enough with me to let his inhibitions go, but that doesn’t mean I need to jump out of the plane without a parachute.
“Use your other hand to play with my balls,” I tell him, and he does, stroking with one and fondling my nuts just right with the other. I might be the only guy he’s ever hooked up with, but Taylor knows his way around a cock. Pleasure shoots through my groin with each jerk of his hand. He rubs his palm over the head, using my precum to slick me up so the glide is smoother.
“Christ,” I grit out. “You look good down there. Who knew my best friend would look so good on his knees?”
“I always look good,” he counters, that simple cocky line from him making my dick twitch in his hold.
“Fuck. This is gonna be quick,” I tell him, needing to bust a nut more than I need to show off my stamina. I spit in my palm, nudging his hand out of the way so I can wrap it around my shaft. “Tell me I can come on your chest.”
“Only if you finish blowing me after.”
“Like I’m not fucking dying for it,” I reply, jerking my dick in fast, tight strokes. Taylor plays with his, jacking himself, mouth open on a gasp, which is entirely hotter than my best friend has a right to be.
A full-body shudder rocks through me, pleasure popping off like a damn firework inside me as I aim my dick at him, the first spurt of my load landing in the hollow spot between his collarbones. I keep tugging, watching another ribbon of my release on his pec, sliding down over his nipple as I continue painting Taylor with cum.
The second my balls are drained, he’s pushing to his feet and I’m wrestling him down to the bed.
“Suck me,” he says.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I take his cock to the back of my throat, Taylor arching toward me as I work my way up and down his thick erection. He tastes like pool water and salt, his dick hot, veins pulsing against my tongue.
I bob on him, Taylor mumbling a string of curses, his hand tangled in my hair as he says, “Fuck yes. Suck it,” in this commanding way I’ve learned he does during sex, when that’s not typically his MO.
When he’s buried deep in my throat, I flick my tongue against his balls just before I get a mouthful of cum. I pull back enough to swallow it down, sucking and taking all he has to give me, too busy draining his load to get to watch his expression the way I’d hoped. A moment later he goes limp against the mattress.
“Holy fuck, that was good.”
“A whole lot better than a six,” I joke, lying down beside him, Speedo still around my thighs.
“We should have started doing this earlier.”
“Let’s not focus on the past and just be glad we’re doing it now.”
“We should get up before our parents get back.” He sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress.
“You don’t want them to see my cum all over you?”
“Small load,” he teases.
“Fuck you.” I tug off my Speedo, then go to the bathroom and grab a washcloth. I wipe myself off, pull my Speedo back up, then bring a second rag to him. Once we’re all cleaned up and dressed, I say, “Another drink on the deck?”
“Perfect.”
*
I push my hair back as it falls into my eyes. Dad’s got the bathroom door open as he shaves before dinner with Taylor and his mom, Nicole. It’s so good to see Dad out and enjoying himself. I don’t want to make it sound like he’s spent the last ten years hiding away, but he sure as shit never did something like randomly going on a cruise with me and my friend’s parent.
It was hard on both of us when we lost Mom. One minute she was sick with what we thought was a bad cold, and the next she was in the ICU with lung failure. It had nearly broken him when she died, and me too, but I’d been really worried about Dad for a while. He loved her so damn much, and we didn’t know what to do without her. There were weeks when he couldn’t even leave the house. Eventually, we started to heal, but we were never the same, and I’ve always wondered how happy he truly is. He would do anything for me, including hiding how he feels so as not to upset or worry me, but I’m hoping this trip is a sign that he’s going to start doing things for himself too.
“How was the singles thing? You meet anyone?”
He turns his back to me, grabbing a towel. “Nope, didn’t meet anyone. What did you and Taylor do?”
I don’t think he’d want to know what we did, and I’d rather not share that with him either. “Just hung out.” I pull on a different T-shirt. Dad’s wearing a fucking polo, so I’ll probably be underdressed, but that’s my style. “Did you at least talk to any new women? Or men. Sexuality can be a little more fluid these days.”
Dad laughs. He’s known I’m bisexual since my senior year in high school. I never had to worry about him not accepting my sexuality. We’re not that kind of family. It had been the same when Mom was around.
I rub a hand over my chest. Damn, I miss her.
“We should go. We don’t want to be late for dinner,” Dad says, changing the subject, clearly not ready to talk about moving on. Unless he’s done it on the down-low, my dad hasn’t gone on even one date since Mom died. I hate the idea of him being alone, especially now that I’m in college.
I run my fingers through my hair. “I’m ready.” Now probably isn’t the time to talk about it anyway.
We meet Taylor and Nicole outside the restaurant, Nicole welcoming us with a wide smile.
“Aw, did you miss your son’s much more charming best friend?” I tease her.
“You wish,” Taylor replies.
“I think you’re both charming.” Nicole hugs me. I met Taylor not long after losing Mom, so I’ve known Nicole for a long time too.
“Yeah, but you like me better.” I hook my arm through hers. Dad laughs while Taylor fake-coughs the words suck-up . “How was your day?” I ask her.
“Taylor…what are we going to do with this guy?” Dad says to my best friend.
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
The hostess leads us to our table. When we arrive, Dad and I reach for a chair to pull out for Nicole at the same time. I chuckle and let him do the honors. I’ve been kissing ass enough, so I reach for another chair and signal for Taylor to sit down—from kissing ass to being a smart-ass. That tracks.
When he cocks a brow at me, I ask, “What? Just being a gentleman.”
“Gentleman my ass.” Still, Taylor sits down, and I take the chair beside him, our parents sitting across from us, just as a waiter approaches.
“I’ll give you a few minutes with the menu, but can I get you all anything to drink?”
Dad orders a bottle of wine.
“That’s Mom’s favorite,” Taylor says.
I’ve had enough drinks for the day, so I settle on water, Taylor asking for the same. While we’ve been here together for a few days now, this is the first time we’ve all gone to dinner together, most of the time Tay and I doing our thing and being assholes by ditching our parents.
“Are you enjoying your first cruise?” Nicole asks me.
“For sure. Dad and I should have done this a long time ago. We might have to crash your vacations every summer,” I tease, and Dad clears his throat.
“So what’s everyone going to get? I’m starving,” he says, just as my stomach growls.
Our parents look at the menu, pointing out items to each other, Taylor leaning close to me. “Didn’t eat enough protein earlier?”
“Oh, Tay. Come on. That was only an appetizer.”
His pupils flare in this fiery, hungry way that goes straight to my cock. I’d venture a guess it went straight to his too. I wink, knowing Taylor will be thinking about me sucking his cock all through dinner.
My work here is done.