11. I want you to do anything
I want you to do anything
It was Mrs. Yoon from the first floor, just below their unit. The complex’s busybody. Mrs. Yoon was sweet… until she wasn’t. She was a stickler for rules, and she wouldn’t want them swimming in the middle of the night.
They moved like drunk guppies for the closest pool edge, hauling themselves up and out of the water and running for the exit.
Colby’s synthetic shorts were drenched and heavy and slipped off his waist. His bare ass bounced in front of Hunter, and Hunter tripped, almost falling face-first into it, which would be horrifying but also, maybe… not?
Colby yanked up his shorts. They made it up the stairs before Mrs. Yoon saw them.
Running across the upstairs hall, past two other apartments, thumping like a herd of elephants and not at all subtle, they dove into their apartment.
Colby collapsed on the ancient wood floor in a fit of giggles, and Hunter closed the storm door and then the main door, also laughing.
He walked over and held out his hands to Colby, who sat up and stared.
Not at Hunter’s hands. Colby was staring at the front of Hunter’s very wet, very clingy underwear.
The blood inside Hunter’s body heated and then seemed to decide to stop flowing through his veins.
Maybe because his heart seemed to have stopped beating. “You forgot your shorts down there.”
“Yeah. You almost lost yours.”
“Yeah.” Colby was not lifting his gaze.
Hunter felt it like a caress, and it was doing things to him.
His cock was waking up. Somewhere in the back of his brain, an alarm bell went off because he had a friendship to protect.
But it was muffled by this tornado of other things—like the memory of Colby’s perky round ass when his shorts fell, and his dripping, glistening chest, and…
the way he was currently biting his bottom lip.
“You getting up?” Hunter asked, and his voice was oddly deeper than normal.
Colby stood quickly, ignoring Hunter’s outstretched hand, which he was offering for assistance. Colby spun immediately toward the bathroom. “Gotta dry off.”
Hunter followed. He grabbed his bath towel off the hook by the shower as Colby grabbed his off the hook that used to be Leandra’s.
Colby rubbed the towel over his long, dripping hair.
His eyes were closed, so Hunter used the moment to stare.
Those soaked shorts were still trying to fall off, and Hunter’s dark eyes fixated on Colby’s ridiculously over-pronounced gutters that made the most glorious V at his narrow waist. Women lost their shit over muscles that did that.
Hunter had it too, but not as pronounced, and he was envious…
and mesmerized. And that fucking treasure trail…
Hunter would understand if women got turned on by that too.
Hunter didn’t have much body hair, but the envy wasn’t that he wanted that hair on himself.
He just wanted to run his fingers over Colby’s, which was insane, and he knew it.
“So, you’re confused?”
“What?” Colby pulled the towel down over his shoulders. His eyes slid up to Hunter’s eyes, just for a second, before moving away.
“You called yourself sexually confused.” Hunter needed to let this go, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t for selfish, horrible reasons that might ruin this friendship. Was this the weed? Making him so… fixated? Obsessed? Horny.
“I mean, whatever…” Colby continued to dry himself.
Hunter hadn’t moved. The towel was in his hands, but he was still dripping on the burgundy floor tiles.
He needed to keep the towel in front of his waist so Colby didn’t see how big his dick had gotten.
Colby looked down at his own shorts. “I need to get out of these.”
Colby moved his long fingers from the towel around his neck to the waistband of his sagging shorts. He slipped his fingers under the elastic and paused, looking directly at Hunter through impossibly long, pale lashes. Hunter cleared his throat awkwardly. “I… I’ll… go…? Right?”
“I mean… I’m fine if you stay.”
He just stared at Hunter. Hunter’s face got impossibly hot, and he nervously ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but he didn’t move. Not an inch. Colby hooked his waistband and pushed the soaked fabric over the swell of his butt. Gravity did the rest.
Of course, Hunter looked. It was completely and utterly impossible to fight that kind of primal urge. His dark eyes dropped. Colby’s cut cock was surrounded by neatly trimmed, golden brown hair, and it was also half hard.
“See? Confused,” Colby whispered, and Hunter thought Colby was pointing down at his growing cock, but he didn’t lift his eyes to confirm.
Because he was transfixed. By his best friend’s cock.
“I haven’t gotten even this hard for a chick in like…
months. Actually, probably more like a year.
The last girl I went home with, I couldn’t even get it up, and she looked like Kaia Gerber. ”
“It’s LA,” Hunter muttered, “she might have been Kaia Gerber.”
“Might have,” Colby agreed, and they both fell silent. The only sound in the room was their breathing and the chirp of crickets outside the open bathroom window. “Hunter. I don’t know what to do next.”
Hunter finally moved his eyes from Colby’s cock to his face.
Colby’s eyes were soft, glassy, his perpetual smile was gone, and his full, soft bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, his jaw loose, and when he swallowed, it looked like a struggle.
Hunter felt Colby’s vulnerability viscerally.
With his whole heart. And being the people pleaser he was, and horny as all hell, he did the only thing he could think of—he dropped his towel.
His own dick was well past half-hard, and the head was almost pushing out of the waistband of his saturated boxer briefs.
“Oh, thank Christ,” Colby breathed the words out in a sigh. He took a step toward Hunter. Colby’s hand brushed Hunter’s hip and then his cock—so lightly Hunter almost missed it. “You’re confused too?”
“Not really,” Hunter said as their eyes met and he let his palm slip down, and down, until it was pressed against Colby’s smooth shaft. “I know I’m turned on.”
He wrapped his fingers around Colby's cock, and Colby’s breath hitched.
“Let go?” Hunter asked.
Colby shook his head abruptly. “No. Don’t.”
Colby reached up and cupped the back of Hunter’s neck, his fingers slipping through Hunter’s damp hair as he pulled their foreheads together. Hunter stroked Colby’s dick, slowly at first. Unsure but eager. Fuck, this was so hot.
“This is fucking wild.”
“Yeah,” Hunter agreed, his voice still so thick he didn’t recognize it. “But…like… okay?”
Hunter assumed he knew the answer because he still had his hand wrapped around Colby’s now very hard dick, and he wasn’t being pushed away or punched.
In fact, Colby started rocking his hips, moving himself in Hunter’s grip.
Hunter watched Colby’s eyelashes flutter with euphoria. “Yeah. It’s fucking good. Right?”
“Yeah,” Hunter confirmed in a whisper. His voice was ragged because Colby had started to fondle Hunter through his underwear. “I wanna keep going. Can I?”
“You can do anything, Hunter. I want you to do anything.” So, Hunter gave Colby’s cock, which was still in his hand, a long, firm stroke. Colby swore under his breath. “Can I touch you too?”
Hunter nodded. “Please.”
So right there, in the bathroom, soaking wet and in the middle of a heatwave, Colby slipped his thumbs into the waistband of Hunter’s underwear and pushed them down his thighs.
Once Hunter’s cock was exposed, Colby wrapped his hand around Hunter’s shaft, which gave Hunter goosebumps everywhere.
No guy had ever touched his actual dick, skin-on-skin, before. It was… different. It was good.
Colby squeezed Hunter gently in his hand and moved his thumb over the slit of his cock, smearing it through the pre-cum.
Colby was moving his hand in an exploratory, careful rhythm, like he was trying to figure out how to do something he’d probably done to himself more times than he could count.
Their foreheads pressed together as they both watched their hands move over each other.
“Fuck… why is this so fucking hot?” Colby asked.
Hunter had no answer. This was gonna-blow-way-too-soon level of hot.
His whole body felt like it was being licked by fire, and Colby was breathing like he’d run a marathon directly after a triathlon.
Colby’s dick was leaking now, so Hunter made sure to coat his fingers in his pre-cum, so his hand slid more easily.
Colby stepped closer, impossibly closer, and now their heads were on each other’s shoulders, and the tips of their cocks bumped, and Hunter’s knees nearly gave out.
He’d never had his dick touch another dick before, and he wasn’t expecting the sparks in his belly and the flush it brought to his cheeks. “Jesus fuck. Oh God… Harder. Please.”
Colby complied, and then he bucked his own hips wordlessly, asking for the same. Hunter tightened his grip and picked up his pace, but he was erratic, his looming orgasm pulling his focus. Colby didn’t seem to mind. “Hunter… I’m gonna…”
Hunter’s eyes grew wide as Colby’s fingers dug into his shoulder, and his cock erupted over Hunter’s knuckles. A noise sprang from Hunter’s throat. It might have been a moan, and then he came too. Hard.
Hunter let go of Colby’s cock and reached for the vanity to brace himself, so he didn’t fall down because he didn’t trust his knees. Colby’s hand disappeared from Hunter’s cock, which now sagged against the underwear still bunched up under his balls.
Colby unsteadily bent down and grabbed the toilet paper.
He handed a wad to Hunter wordlessly and grabbed a second bunch for himself.
They cleaned up in a heavy silence that felt thick with confusion and maybe, god, this sucked, but…
embarrassment? Regret? Hunter couldn’t tell.
It was not a great feeling, whatever it was.
Colby tossed the toilet paper in the toilet bowl and grabbed his towel off the floor. “I’m gonna try to sleep.”
“Yeah. It’s late,” Hunter said, because what the fuck else was he supposed to say?
With the towel cinched around his waist, Colby slipped out of the bathroom, leaving his shorts in a wet clump on the floor. Hunter had no idea how to handle this. He’d never read the What to Do After You Jerk Off Your Friend manual.
Hunter yanked up his underwear and stared at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were glassy, his skin flushed, his hair still damp.
He could still feel the weight of Colby’s cock in his hand, and it contrasted, in a way that twisted his gut uncomfortably, with the weight of Colby’s actual physical absence.
Hunter left the bathroom and stepped into the short hallway. The living room was through the archway in front of him. The bedroom is to the right. Everything was dark. Hunter walked out into the living room and saw Colby curled up on the sofa, his knees bent and face toward the back. “Colb?”
Silence.
“Colb, please.”
“Don’t do this.” Colby’s voice was small but urgent. “Don’t give me some bullshit excuse like we were so high or maybe we have heat stroke. Just go to bed, Hunter. Please. You can pretend it never happened in the morning. I will too.”
Hunter moved closer to the couch, clipping the small end table with his shin and biting back a curse. “Is that what you want?”
“What I want? I want to make you as comfortable as possible so you don’t kick me out or never talk to me again,” Colby replied and turned his head so he was looking toward Hunter, but Hunter couldn’t make out his face. It was still too dark. “Because I want to keep this friendship. Above all else.”
Hunter lowered himself into the space behind Colby’s bent knees. “If you think I’m going to freak out, I’m not.”
Colby’s face tilted a little more, and Hunter could see his eyes were squeezed shut. “No offense, but you freak out over less.”
“Ouch. But yeah. My anxiety can be…crazy, I guess.” Hunter paused. “But not with this. I want to stay friends too.”
“You’re gonna melt down. I know it. This is like…it’s a big deal. You’ve never—”
“But I have.”
Colby’s eyes flew open, and he even propped himself up on an elbow and waited for Hunter to elaborate.
“A dude in high school. I mean, it wasn’t this… but it was close. I didn’t freak out then, and I won’t freak out now.”
Colby didn’t say anything more than a very soft “Oh.”
“Yeah. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but, like, you’ve become my best friend,” Hunter remarked and tried not to feel embarrassed by it. “I need you. Who is going to yell at Marge if I don’t get a call back or whatever?”
Colby laughed tentatively. “I need you too. Your couch is a godsend.”
“See? This isn’t ruining anything. We can’t afford to let it.” Hunter smiled, and when Colby smiled back, he had an insane urge to lean in and kiss him. But of course, he didn’t. “I gotta get my beauty sleep. In case Marge has more auditions for me.”
“You’re gonna end up calling her Marge to her face,” Colby laughed because it was a nickname he’d given Hunter’s agent, Margo, and he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be happy about it.
“Night, Colby.”
“Night, Hunter.”