BONUS CHAPTER #3
“It’s not like that, dumbass,” he softly says. “I didn’t suddenly wake up wanting cock. I had to say it like that so you’d understand I’m not catching feelings out of nowhere…because we can’t really do that, can we?”
I swallow hard.
“But it’s not brand new to me either. The alcohol’s just finally giving me the balls to say it out loud tonight.” His voice drops, almost apologetic. “And I’m sorry if it sounds like I’m using you. That’s not what I’m trying to do. I swear.”
I freeze at that, his words hitting me harder than they should. My brain stalls out completely while my body stays locked on him. He’s flushed, hard, thighs still slightly spread like he’s waiting for me to come back.
He needs this. Me, or something. And I’ve spent ten years giving Lance whatever he needs.
My voice comes out urgent and mad.
“Fuck my mouth.”
Lance stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I’m not gonna force—”
“Who said anything about forcing?” I grab his hips and haul him up roughly until he straddles my chest, knees on either side of my head. His cock brushes my lips. “Last night, I thought about burying my cock deep inside you instead, fucking you hard in front of all of them.”
Lance lets out a broken gasp that turns into a needy moan.
“Now shut up and give it to me,” I growl.
He hesitates for half a second, breathing hard, then grips the headboard and slowly feeds his cock into my mouth.
The taste of him hits me instantly. I groan around his thickness and take him deeper, hands gripping his ass to pull him closer. He curses sharply, hips jerking, then starts fucking my mouth with growing confidence. Shallow at first, then deeper and harder.
“Fuck, G…your mouth—” His voice cracks.
Just as his rhythm turns frantic and his thighs start to tremble, Lance suddenly pulls out with a wet pop, leaving me chasing after his cock with my open mouth.
“The fuck, Lance?” I say, frustrated and desperate.
A soft, sex-drunk smile curves his lips, tender and determined.
“I don’t want this to be one-sided,” he murmurs, voice rough with affection.
“I want to give this to you too. Make you feel good. You’re always taking care of everyone else, always taking care of me.
Just once, I want to see you let go, see you come undone, and know I’m the one who made you feel safe enough to. ”
Before I can respond, he twists his body around in one fluid, determined motion, swinging a leg over so we’re locked in a perfect sixty-nine.
My head is pressed back against the headboard as he settles above me, his flushed cock—still glistening from my mouth—hovering inches from my lips again, while his own mouth hovers hot and eager over my aching length.
The sight of him like this roasts my brain.
Lance’s ass is right there, spread open above my face—smooth, tight, and completely exposed, the tight ring of muscle flexing as he shifts.
I’m staring at it for the first time, so close that if I just lean over a little, I could drag my tongue right over it.
Lance dives down, taking me into his mouth in one greedy slide, sucking hard with almost shocking skill. The wet heat of him nearly makes me buck off the bed.
He makes a surprised, muffled sound around my cock, then pulls back just enough to mutter with amusement. “Jesus fuck, G…you’re huge. I’m gonna need to stretch my jaw like I did yoga for this thing.”
Then he sinks back down, taking me impossibly deeper. My best friend—the person I’ve known longer and better than almost anyone—is sucking me, like he fucking genuinely wants to take me apart. That realization cuts through everything else, deeper than the pleasure itself.
I groan around his cock as I pull him back down, sucking him deep too while my hands spread him wider. We fall into a messy, desperate rhythm—sucking, licking, moaning around each other, the room filled with obscene wet sounds and muffled curses.
It doesn’t take long. Lance comes first with a broken shout, pulsing hot across my tongue. I swallow him down, and the taste of him pushes me over the edge right after. I spill into his mouth with a deep groan, and he takes every drop, sucking me through it until I’m trembling.
Afterward, Lance collapses beside me, chest heaving. He leans in and kisses me slow and deep, the mingled taste of us shared on both our tongues.
When we finally manage to stop, Lance looks at me, then tries to get up, clearly heading for his own bed like an idiot, legs still wobbly.
I shake my head and catch his wrist gently.
“Not tonight.”
Lance looks at me, confused, but I hook an arm around his waist and pull him back down, rolling him against my chest. I drag the blanket over us and wrap myself around him from behind, one arm locked across his stomach, my face buried in the back of his neck.
Lance goes completely still for a moment, exhales deeply, and melts back into me. Neither of us says anything.
After all these years, it’s like it was always supposed to end up here.
I tighten my arm around him and close my eyes, breathing him in as sleep starts pulling at both of us.
Yeah.
For some fucking reason…this feels right.
I could probably get used to this every single night.
The End