13. Kyle
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KYLE
“ M y ass hurts,” Ren whines for the millionth time, rolling over in bed and shaking the mattress relentlessly. He’s almost tempting me to switch to the dreaded sofa bed.
“Would you stop moving? I’m trying to sleep,” I grumble.
“I can’t get comfortable,” he gripes, continuing to squirm around.
“Why did you go out drinking by yourself?” I ask, even though it’s the middle of the night, and we’re both trying to get some rest. “We have plenty of alcohol here.”
“You seemed like you wanted some space, but I can’t talk about that right now. My ass bone seriously hurts, Kyle.”
I suppose Ren’s right; I did want some space after he caught me jerking off and acted like it was no big deal.
A deep sigh whooshes out of me. I hate that some fucker put his hands on Warren and I wasn’t fast enough to stop it. “Your tailbone,” I whisper, correcting him. “You fell off the barstool and landed on it when that asshole hit you.” My blood begins to boil all over again just thinking about it.
Stumbling out of bed, I rummage around the kitchen drawers for a large plastic baggie, filling it with ice. I grab a hand towel and return to the bedroom, turning on the small lamp in the corner.
“Take your shorts off,” I whisper, my heart starting to beat faster when he obeys, leaving only his black briefs on. “I’m just going to take a peek,” I tell him, pulling the waistband down ever so slightly and revealing the top of his crease. My fingers skim the tender flesh, pressing down slightly.
Ren hisses, wiggling on the bed.
“Did that hurt?” I ask with concern.
“A little,” he admits.
“I’m going to pull these down a bit further, so there’s less of a barrier between the ice and your body.”
Ren hums his agreement, and I reveal more of his round, toned ass.
I swallow harshly, an audible gulp echoing around us, but luckily Ren doesn’t comment on it.
“Uncomfortable,” he mumbles, yanking them down and kicking them off with his feet. His long, dark hair is spread across the pillow like a raven’s wing.
My heart begins to race faster, and I start to feel dizzy.
Out of sorts.
Nervous.
Ren is lying next to me, face down, and naked .
His bare body is on full display.
I’m unable to look away from the gentle curve of his spine and his powerful, firm glutes.
I bite my fist as blood rushes to my groin.
I’ve never felt like this before. Not from looking at Marissa, or any other woman for that matter.
He’s beautiful. Strong. Masculine.
I shake the confusion from my brain and place the towel over his ass, covering it from my perverted perusal. I place the bag of ice on top of his tail bone, allowing the cold to seep through the towel and dull the pain.
Warren sighs, his eyes still closed. “Better. Thank you.”
After ten minutes, I hear him snoring softly next to me. I remove the ice pack, allowing his body time to recover from the cold.
Another ten minutes pass while I continue to lie here, propped up by my elbow, watching him sleep like a creeper. It doesn’t matter though, because I’ll do anything to make sure he’s okay. I set the ice back down on the towel covering his bare ass, repeating the process a few more times before I get too tired and pass out next to my naked best friend.
Warren rolls over, stretching and groaning in bed next to me. I squeeze my eyes shut, lying stiff as a board, acting like I haven’t been awake for the past thirty minutes, allowing him to sleep on my chest and use me as a pillow while I take surreptitious sniffs of his soft, coconut-scented hair.
“Why am I naked with a sore ass?” Ren mumbles groggily into his pillow. “I would have wanted to remember something as monumental as losing my butt virginity.”
I roll over and face him, snorting as I smack him with a pillow. “ Shut up. Don’t worry, your virtue is safe.”
We sit up and lean against the headboard, lounging in bed before getting up and deciding what to do for the day.
“Seriously though, why does my ass hurt?” Ren grimaces, adjusting his position in bed. “And my cheek.” Ren touches his cheekbone where a small bruise has bloomed.
“Those guys you were hanging out with at the bar got a little rowdy, and you took a tumble off one of the stools. I got you home, iced you up.” I summarize the events of last night, downplaying what really happened.
“ Derek. That asshole,” he mutters. “Wanted me to suck his nasty dick. Yeah right, ” Ren scoffs. “Just ’cause I have a tongue ring doesn’t mean I’m into that. And even if I was, he’s not my type. At all. ”
“You have a type?” I blurt out, even though it’s not exactly relevant to what’s happening.
Warren shrugs a shoulder, chuckling softly. “ Blondes maybe? I’m not really sure to be honest. No one’s caught my attention longer than a night. Well, other than Paige. But we won’t talk about her.”
I can’t imagine hooking up with someone one time and never speaking to them again.
It’s all too casual for me. Sex has always been . . . I don’t know, special ? Full of feelings and emotions and love .
“ Ren . . . ” I whisper, needing to ask him something serious now that we’re both sober.
“Yeah?” His steely eyes examine my face quizzically.
“How come you didn’t freak out when you caught me jerking off yesterday?” I ask, feeling a little vulnerable yet determined.
I need to know.
“Because I was freaking the fuck out. Still am,” I admit, and the awkwardness of talking about it might actually kill me.
But in true, Ren-like fashion, he shrugs, unconcerned and nonchalant about it all. Not an ounce of embarrassment in sight. “I guess I didn’t freak out because it’s you , Kyle. The one person on this Earth who knows me best. The one person who always has my back.” He bumps his shoulder against mine. “ What could be scary about that? ”
His words sink in as we sit here in our bed, shoulder to shoulder.
“It meant something to me, too,” I say softly, revealing a raw and vulnerable piece of my heart.
Ren lays his hand on the bed between us, palm up.
I reciprocate, placing my hand in his and threading our fingers together.
He gives me a squeeze, and we gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment, soft smiles on both of our faces.
“We could do it again sometime?” Ren suggests hesitantly.
“You want to . . .” I trail off, unsure if I heard him right, but my dick instantly perks up at the idea, very confident he heard correctly.
“Jerk off. Together this time,” he clarifies.
My neurons misfire and I stutter, repeating his own words back to him. “J-jerk off. Together?”
“Yup.” His lip curls up on one side while he watches me. “We aren’t breaking any rules, we’re just having a little fun, right?”
Heat fills my cheeks, and I don’t answer right away. I’m not sure we should keep this going. Once was an accident, but if we do this , it’s taking our friendship to an entirely different level that I’m afraid we can’t come back from.
What happens when we get back to the real world and the pact ends?
“Or am I mistaken, and you didn’t bust a nut when we made eye contact?” Ren calls me out, and my face feels damn near nuclear.
“Do you like watching guys come in porn?” he asks next, and I really do think I might die from this conversation.
I nod slowly, chewing on my lower lip. Actually, my favorite part is when the guy pulls out and shoots his load all over the chick’s face or tits or ass. Whatever really.
“Just think of it kinda like that,” Ren insists, coercing me into a planned jerk-off session. “It’ll be hot. Trust me. ”
I try not to imagine him masturbating with any of our lacrosse teammates from high school, but it’s hard not to. He was my best friend, not theirs. An annoying pang of jealousy stirs in my gut, and I don’t like it. I want to wipe those memories away and replace them with new ones.
Of us.
“Okay,” I agree, still a little unsure.
Ren grins wickedly. “It’s gonna be good, Kyle. You’ll see.”
I can’t believe I just agreed to get off with my best friend.