Page 64 of Dare to be Different

“Don’t be a dick, Zahn.” He bats my hand out of the way and pops the button on my jeans open. “Just hurry the fuck up with whatever you’re doing.”

“So much trust,” I tease. Lifting up, I get my pants down while Remy shimmies out of his, and when our boxers are about to leave, our eyes meet. I expect a little hesitation, but instead, he hooks his thumbs in the band around my waist and looks down to watch my hard cock spring free. The heat in his eyes is all I need to get me back on track. I shove his boxers down his legs and Remy grabs my hips to pull me back against him. The barely restrained moans that leave both our lips are real.

“What’s the idea here?” he asks, not shy about thrusting upward to get some friction.

With my arms braced on the floor, I roll my hips and let our dicks slide together. Jesus fucking fuck, that’s good. “I’m going to jerk us both off,” I tell him in a breathy voice. “In one fist.”

He sucks in a harsh and shallow breath. “Fuck, Zahn. You keep rubbing on me like that and I won’t even make it to the one fist. Hurry up.”

“Yeah?” I double-check.

“Yeah.”

Guess he’s about to find out what frotting is.

Chapter 26

Zahn’s body is grinding on top of mine, and my hands are latched to his hips, either pulling him in closer or shifting him so our dicks line up perfectly. My body reacts all on its own, not confused about sexualities and shifts in friendship. It’s not doing the thinking, and when instinct takes control, everything gets easier.

I’m hard as fuck and leaking with another guy dry humping me, so there’s really not much else to consider, is there?

“Remy,” he says. “Get out of your head.”

“I’m not in my head.” I lift my hips and increase the pressure. We’re on his bedroom floor like we were too impatient and eager to even get to the bed, and all the lights are on, making it impossible to hide what we’re doing. This isn’t jerking off together in a dark basement or giving handies and blowies in the middle of a group fuck. This is the two of us, bared and open, doing what we want to do together because there’s nothing else to blame it on.

Except for trauma. Maybe the fear of the past few days is catching up with us, making us desperate for a connection I’ve denied him since I got back home. But there’s no question in my mind that I’m acting on anything other than my own wants and needs. I want Zahn. He wants me. This is step one. Or maybe some middle step, but it’s the first one we’re making together.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks. His green eyes meet mine, almost shy.

“Stop treating me like a fucking pushover. If I wasn’t okay with it, I would shove you off. My dick’s hard, isn’t it?” I press it against his to make my point. “Just be the asshole you always are.”

“Fine,” he snaps.

With a wicked grin, he rises onto his knees and leans forward, reaching past my head to grab something from the nightstand. And holy fuck, his dick is right in front of my face. Flushed and swollen, hard and glistening at the tip. My tongue ends up gliding over my lips, but I know it wants to be gliding over that. I questioned myself before when I said I’d do it again, but having his hard cock right in front of my face takes all those hesitations away. Fuck yeah, I’d do it again.

Fucking Zahn-sexuality is confusing.

He sits back on my thighs with a bottle of lube in his hand. “What’s up, Rem?” he asks in a teasing tone, flipping the cap open. “Drooling for my dick?”

Okay, he’s back to being the asshole like I told him to be. When he squeezes lube onto his fingers, I snatch the bottle from him and pour some on my hand. I’m not hesitating because I’m just ready to feel our dicks glide together and watch this man in ruin. I lube up my dick and watch him do the same, our knuckles bumping as we work ourselves up so close together.

With each stroke, Zahn’s hand gets closer to mine. The challenge in his eyes is so like him, and the way his lips are ghosting with the start of a daring smirk makes me want to be just as bold. I think about smacking his hand away so I can grab us both, but in the name of challenging him, I pull away instead. With my arms behind my head, I give him full permission to go for it.

“I think you’re drooling for mine,” I say. “Let’s see what you got.”

His Dare grin is fucking beautiful. “No backing out now, Rem.”

Wasn’t planning on it.

His fingers brush my dick, and my eyes drop to watch. First, he just rubs us together without fisting us in his grip. The brush and tease of his heated cock against mine has my breath shuddering out of me in a choppy exhale, which makes him cocky. He grabs us both and starts jerking off.

“Fuck,” I groan, pressing my head into my hands.

He strokes us slow and languid, twisting his hand and rubbing his palm over the tips. I bite my lip to shut myself up, but when his body starts to rock, getting into it even more, I can’t help the gyration of my hips.

Zahn’s mouth falls open. “Fuck, do that again.”

I rock my hips and fuck his fist, gliding along his shaft as I do. I’m reminded of the night I watched gay porn and thought it wasn’t for me. This is for me. Fuck, is it ever. Our dicks look so pretty rubbing together, and the mix of our precum has my eyes transfixed.

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