Asch #3
I shouldn’t have drugged him.
I should’ve admitted the truth.
But would he have rejected me back then? It feels like an eternity ago, even though it’s only been a few years. Things have changed.
I know what it’s like to have his mouth on my cock, and I wonder what it would feel like to have his cock deep inside of me. Would it be every bit as good as Pandora thinks it is?
He grabs me by the hair and pulls me back with him until we’re stumbling against the couch. I sit down hard, and he follows me onto it.
The only thing missing is Pandora.
But part of me feels good, too, that even though she’s tried to divide us more than once, she hasn’t been able to.
“Fuck,” Blaze groans. “This is the gayest thing we’ve done.” He undoes my belt buckle while I keep kissing him.
We’re both hard.
Yeah, hard to deny that this is gay.
Well, bi. I’m not turning my back on women entirely.
At least, I’m not turning my back on Pandora.
That was my secret to tell—or not tell.
I shift so he can get to my button and zipper, and the sensation of his hand closing around my cock causes a muffled moan to spill from my lips.
Fuck.
I’ve fantasized about this, thought about what it might be like to be on the receiving end of Blaze’s attention instead of on the periphery, and it’s every bit as good as I’d thought it could be.
Except for the frissons of guilt that nag at me.
“We have to…” Blaze groans. “We have to tell Pandora.” He rubs the slit of my cock with his thumb. “This isn’t a secret.”
I shake my head. “No,” I agree with him.
If she’s so off-balance that she’s trying to push Blaze into getting pissed at me again, it’s a bad idea to do this. It’s an even worse idea to keep it from her.
Blaze lets go of my cock in order to undo his own fly. My mouth waters as he reveals his cock. I’ve seen it so many times before that it’s almost as familiar as my own, but it still feels novel this time.
Blaze straddles my lap and drags his cock against mine.
My breath hitches. It’s nothing like fucking a woman, obviously, and it’s not as intense as a blowjob would be.
But it has its own appeal.
I don’t think I’d want to do this with any other guy, but Blaze? Blaze is hot, and he’s my best friend, and it feels better than I ever could’ve dreamed.
I’m just leaning in to kiss him again when I hear a key in the lock, and I freeze. “Fuck,” I mutter, pulling back from Blaze’s mouth.
“Shit.” Blaze scrambles off me and hurriedly fixes his fly. I rush to do the same, and I barely get my painfully hard cock covered in time for the door to open.
River walks in. He scuffs his wet boots against the front mat and hangs his keys up on the key holder.
He looks between us, and I can only imagine how we look.
“We’re going to tell Pandora,” I say before he can speak.
His eyes narrow. “Yeah,” he says, and there’s a dangerous edge to his voice. “You are.”
I wince. “Is she really that bad off?” I ask him, unease pooling in the pit of my stomach. It’s enough to cool me off some, but my balls don’t get the memo somehow. They ache, and I wish River hadn’t interrupted.
“She freaked out because I hadn’t told Bobbi I had a girlfriend,” River replies, taking his boots off.
Blaze groans and runs his hands over his face. “Yeah. She brought up my past fucks. As in, women I slept with once. Or maybe twice? I didn’t even fuck Monica. That’s when Pandora got, uh.” He glances in my direction. “That’s when she started provoking me.”
“So you… What? Decided to get back at her by fucking behind her back?” River asks, his voice a low growl.
“No,” I snap back at him. “She gave us permission, and anyway, we’re not keeping anything from her. So back off, River. It’s not our fault you’re jealous.”
Is he?
For the first time, I do wonder if he’s envious of my relationship with Blaze. Does he feel like he’s on the outside? Is he worried that he’s going to be left behind?
I sigh, holding up a hand to keep him from speaking. “Sorry, man. That was uncalled for.”
River grits his teeth. “I’m not jealous of anything.”
He is.
He absolutely is.
“Fine, whatever.” Blaze adjusts his jeans. “Bad timing, or good timing. I was going to tell you both about Lynx.”
“Who’s Lynx?” I ask.
River crosses over and sits on the armchair. His expression is still dark, thunderous, but he’s at least listening.
“They’re an assassin who might be skulking on campus.” Blaze reaches for his tablet. “I found references to them in some of the Kappa Alpha files.”
He tilts the screen so I can see. I scan over the information he’s compiled, then my eyes widen.
“Wait,” I say, taking the tablet from him. “Shit. Look at these dates. And the name.”
I point to a line. Blaze crowds closer to take a look, then he grimaces. “Fuck. We need to tell Pandora.”
River gets up to take the tablet, and he hisses in a breath. “Jesus. I can’t believe…”
Blaze pulls out his phone to make a call.
Pandora doesn’t respond immediately.
The three of us look at each other, then Blaze gets up. “I’ll drive.”
Hopefully I’m wrong. But if not…
Yeah, Pandora’s in danger.