Chapter 12
12
B entley sits up so fast, I worry for a second that he’s going to fall off the side of his bed. His feet land on the floor though, hand still around the base of his cock as his face goes red. He looks around, purposely avoiding my presence and probably trying to figure out what to say. His mouth opens and closes a couple of times and my gut twists.
I push off the doorframe, standing up and holding my hands up. “Calm down, man,” I try, hoping if I play up some nonchalance, he won’t beat the shit out of me for walking in on him jacking off. His eyes fly to mine, and I read the confusion mingled in with the embarrassment there. My stomach settles a little, and I glance down, noticing he hasn’t gone soft in the slightest. “I’m bi and you’re hot.” I shrug, meeting his eyes again. “I’m willing to help out and given your reaction,” I gesture toward his still hard cock. “I thought you might be interested.” A long pregnant pause plays out between us as he seems to completely freeze. I can’t tell if this guy gets turned on by being pissed off or if he really has no idea what to do right now. I take a step back toward the common room, holding up my hands. “No harm, no foul. We can just pretend this never happened.”
He glances down at his dick, letting go of it and grabbing a pillow to cover his crotch. The movement makes me pause, holding my breath to see what he does next. His eyes slide toward me, not looking directly at my face before flitting away.
“I’m, um, not uninterested,” he stutters.
My heart starts to pound in my chest at his words. I had practically been salivating, walking in to immediately see him working himself over so frantically with all the lights on like he couldn’t wait another second after getting back to come. I head told me to walk past and just go to my room, but my feet carried me to his open door, gaze glued on this gorgeous man. Despite my cheekiness, his flustered response killed my reaction almost immediately.
“It’s just,” he glances over at me. “We’re roommates. I don’t want things to be weird between us.”
I swallow, eyes widening at his words, as my brain explodes. Blood leaves my brain, rushing down to the head in my shorts as I stare into Bentley’s eyes. I try to maintain an even voice as I roughly respond, “It won’t be weird.” Clearing my throat, I try again. “If we’re both interested, no harm in exploring it.”
Bentley looks around, whispering to himself. “What’s a blowjob between friends? No big deal,” before looking me in the eye again and nodding slightly. His words send a pang through my chest, warning me that I don’t want to stay just friends after this, but I ignore it, not wanting to freak him out.
He slowly slides the pillow off his lap, his still hard dick coming back into view. I smile, stepping forward and he leans back on his hands. I fall to my knees between his legs, placing my hands in the sides of his jeans and shimmying them the rest of the way down his legs.
“Shirt off,” I say, and he glares for a moment at the order but tugs it over his head as I wrap my hand around the base of his dick, holding it up in his lap. His chest come into view; sun- kissed skin speckled with a light smattering of hair that I trail my eyes down before looking back up at his face. He stares down at me with an intense look, holding his breath. I smile, knowing I’m good at this, and lean forward, slowly trailing the flat of my tongue up the back of his cock before swirling it around the tip and over his slit already weeping with a few beads of precum. I groan at the musky taste, closing my eyes and sucking his mushroom head into my mouth. My fist moves underneath, covering the lower half of his dick as I pull back and then suck more of him in, letting my lips drag across the skin without touching him with my teeth. He groans and my dick hardens with every hitch of his breath as I work him to the back of my throat, gagging for a moment before I breathe through my nose and push him a little bit deeper, hollowing my cheeks and suctioning. The weight of his cock on my tongue as I work him over makes the base of my spine start to tingle, sparks shooting through my veins.
“Fuck, Axel.” His hand falls onto my shoulder, gripping into my skin as he starts to lose control. His hips stutter below me, and I open my eyes, looking up into his half lidded hazel gaze. I pull back to the tip of his cock, holding his eyes as I deep throat him again in one fast go. His eyes fall closed, chest heaving as he grips the bedding beneath him, and his fingers dig into the muscles of my shoulder. “So good.”
The warmth from his hand urges me to go faster, wanting to see him come undone beneath me. For me. I quicken my pace and reach up to squeeze his balls, running my thumbnail lightly over the faint seam down the center.
“I’m going to come,” Bentley says, voice rough as he gasps. I pull back, letting the tip of my tongue slide over the veins bulging under his skin before sliding back down and sucking, creating a slurping noise. “Fuck,” he warns right before the tangy warmth of his cum hits the back of my tongue and I swallow around the tip of his dick, feeling him shudder beneath me as more cum floods my mouth. He lets go of my shoulder, falling back on the bed and letting his arm flop down to cover his eyes.
I pop off his dick, blood still sizzling, and sit back on my heels, swallowing the last of his cum as I stare at him heaving in breaths on his bed. My heart stutters painfully in my ribcage, my own breath coming in short pants, as I stare at the bottom of Bentley’s face, waiting for him to look at me again. Needing him to.
He peeks out from under his arm, eyes meeting mine and we stare, everything seeming to stop as energy crackles through the room. Without a word, he sits up as I scramble toward him at the same time, ending up straddling his lap as our mouths collide. His hands grip my hips and I settle down over him. His teeth snag my bottom lip and I shudder, eyes rolling back behind my lids as he bites just enough to spread pleasurable veins of pain out beneath my skin. Our tongues meet and the kiss deepens as one of his hands snakes in between us, finding the button on my shorts and making quick work of the zipper. He grips my rock-hard dick in his wide hand, moving it quickly over me as I gasp into his mouth, letting my head fall back and my eyes close. Lightning lights through my bones at the feel of him roughly tugging at me without lube. It borders on too much, but he just moves his lips to my throat, kissing and sucking along to leave flickers of pleasure across my skin. I grip the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
“Pants off,” he murmurs against my neck, and I scramble off his lap, pushing my shorts and boxers straight to the ground in one go. He slides off the bed, now on his knees before me, placing his hands on my hips to steady himself. My heart stutters almost painfully at the view as I tug my button down off my shoulders and pull the tee shirt from underneath up over my head. Bentley grabs my dick with both hands, warm tongue flicking teasingly at my tip. He starts to rotate his hands in different directions and my hips stutter, the feeling robbing all the breath from my lungs.
He groans, leaning in and encasing my head in his mouth, sucking hard on the just the first inch or so. My balls draw up at the sensation, already right on the precipice within seconds. I tip my head back, squeezing my eyes shut, but mourn the loss of this visual and quickly look back down at him.
His eyes meet mine and he smirks, the tip of my dick still resting on his bottom lip. I pant as he unwraps his hands, moving them slowly back to my hips and then slams forward, taking all of me to the back of his warm wet mouth in one go. I blank, mind completely short-circuiting as my hand threads into the hair at the back of his head to hold him against me. I cry out at the same time, hips thrusting forward without my control. My dick bumps against the back of his throat and I start to retreat, but his grip on my hips tightens. His brows furrow in concentration and my eyes widen as he relaxes his throat around me, pushing me further into him, the tightness of it gripping around the tip of my cock. He seems to smirk around my dick, eyes alight with humor at my shock.
“Holy shit,” I whimper. I’ve never had anyone take this much of me in a blowjob. My hips jerk forward again at the sensation. Bentley grunts below me, nose brushing the smooth skin above the base of my dick. I realize I’ve closed my eyes and open them to find his hazel gaze lasered in on me. He hums, the vibration making sparks shoot up my spine, my vision blurring.
Holy fucking shit. This is the best blowjob of my life.
I move my hand to the side of his head, placing my other one on the opposite side and he nods slightly, still choking on my dick. I revel in the unspoken communication and trust he’s giving me before I grip his head, sliding out of his mouth and slamming back in. My hips move over his face as I fuck into him.
Bentley breathes through his nose, staring up at me the whole time as my rhythm increases before I lose it altogether, chasing my high over the edge and spilling in his mouth before I can even warn him.
He swallows around me making my toes curl and prolonging my orgasm. He continues to lightly suck for a moment as my vision goes white before everything comes slamming back, making my ears ring. I find my hands massaging lightly over the sides of his head, soft hair brushing against the pads of my fingers. His head backs off unhurriedly, my hands falling away and cock slipping from his mouth as it starts to soften. I sag as my breath comes in long deep pulls and he stands up, hands still on my hips, keeping me steady. I watch him, waiting for his next move.
He leans forward, kissing me again, and my eyes flutter closed as his tongue brushes against mine and the taste of our releases mix in between us. He groans, gripping me harder as he steps back, taking me with him. I go willingly, arm wrapping around his waist while my other goes around his shoulders. We break apart for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes a few inches apart and the bliss of the moment seems to crescendo.
He suddenly spins us around, surprising me and pushing me down so I fall on his bed, hands leaving his skin to catch my weight behind me. I stare up at him as he stands over me, panting as his hungry eyes rove my face for a long minute, before he follows me down onto the bed, gripping the back of my head and kissing me deeply again. My heart splutters as I grip the back of his head, eyes falling closed.
We keep kissing as we move, shuffling back together and maneuvering ourselves underneath his comforter until our heads land on one of his pillows. Finally settled, he pulls back, leaning over me to turn off the light switch behind us, shrouding the room in moonlight from his uncovered window.
The darkness suddenly sharpens the last twenty minutes in my mind. The rest of the day filters in on a few words. Roommate. Group project. Janette .
I have a moment of panic, thinking maybe I should just go back to my room to unravel by myself, but then Bentley lays back down beside me, eyes shining and bright. We stare at each other for a few moments, breath mingling between us.
The idea of crawling out of this bed right now seems stupid.
Questions still filter in through the settling haze. Are we still just friends? Roommates? Fuck buddies?
Janette’s face swirls in again. How does she fit into all of this? I saw the way he looked at her tonight, watched over her. Saw the way his eyes roved over her the same way they roved over me. Cold fear laces through me as another question pops up.
Am I just a stand in for her?
My breathing picks up. I need to get out of this bed. My brain swims in confusion, panic setting in and freezing my tongue in place before I can make any excuses.
I lay there on my back still facing Bentley on his side. I watch as he smiles and his arm comes up across my torso, holding me. The weight of it sinks into me and I revel in his warmth, the contact scattering my thoughts for a moment in a good way. My muscles start to unlock.
“Goodnight, Axel,” he whispers, eyes fluttering closed. His smile morphs into a smirk, making my chest feel even lighter. “Thanks for helping me out.”
My spine stiffens.
He chuckles a little to himself as his breathing evens out.
I keep staring at him, studying the angles of his face. His arm still comforts me, but his words slide around in my head, joining the already mounted fears.
What’s a blowjob between friends? No big deal. Thanks for helping me out. Friends. No big deal. Helping me out.
I can see him staring at Janette during the beer pong game, leaving the wall to touch her every now and then. My eyes roam his softened features, my fears giving way to dread slowly over time. My stomach twists as I remember the way she looked back at him.
I don’t know how long I stay in his bed, my heartbeat growing louder in my ears as I question if this was a mistake. If I just went to my room when I came home, I wouldn’t have had one of the best orgasms of my life. But I also wouldn’t have this ache that I just know Bentley doesn’t want to fill. Not with me.
Mason clung to me, even after I laid it out that nothing else would ever happen between us.
I don’t want to be that person to Bentley. That person he stresses over having to see. Over having to turn down yet again.
And I promised him this wouldn’t make things weird.
I carefully lift Bentley’s arm off me, moving it back over to his side. He readjusts, thrusting one of his hands under the pillow and snuggling in. I slide off the bed, grabbing my clothes off his floor and tiptoeing out of the room. At the doorway, I look back at him sleeping, grabbing the knob and swinging it closed silently behind me. Staring at the door, I feel an chasm crack open in my chest, knowing I'll need to take some time to sop up the bleeding edges before I can go back to being around Bentley casually again.
Sighing through a deep breath, I walk over to my room. Closing myself in, I lie down and stare up in the dark, debating if I made the wrong move tonight.