Page 65 of Dare to be Different

I stop rocking and grab his thighs instead, pushing and pulling to make him rock on my cock. “Holy fuck this is good,” I mutter, watching everything. “I’m not gonna last.”

He pushes my shirt up my stomach and runs his fingers over my abs. “You’re gonna get covered in cum, Rem. You realize that, right?”

I fucking want it. I look up at him, offering my own grin. “Mhm.”

I’m an eager fucking slut because now that he’s mentioned it, I want to know what it feels like to be slicked with cum and writhing in pleasure under a man’s body—Zahn’s body. Pressure builds and my balls draw up, and Zahn’s glazed expression is everything I find attractive in a person because it’s so real. It’s desperation and addiction. It’s pleasure and no shame about chasing it. It’s our bond reflected back at me because there’s nothing and no one that makes me more comfortable than Zahn does.

“Fuck, keep going. I’m gonna come.” I dig my fingers into his hips and Zahn moans.

He grinds his body on mine, our cocks rubbing together in his perfect grip. His eyes shoot to mine. “Ahhh, Rem, I’m gonna come. Right now.”

The first pulse of his cum hits my stomach and coats his fist. When he rubs it in and uses it as lube, I lose myself to a tidal wave of euphoric pleasure and my mess joins his. As my abs clench and get covered in cum, my legs shake and my breath catches in my throat. Zahn’s moan draws me back to his face, and holy fucking hell…

“You’re hot,” I tell him for some weird reason. Things are blurting out of my mouth in the midst of orgasm and I can’t stop them. “Really hot. I never knew before… but now—oh my fucking god, this is good.”

Zahn lets out a small laugh, and then he’s buckling forward and his mouth is on mine, not really kissing, but breathing. “I’m fucking hooked on you now, Remy,” he whispers as we calm down. “No idea where this came from, but… it isn’t stopping.”

I run my hands up his sides, not feeling weird about it. When his bare stomach presses against mine, we slip together and the mess feels sexy. His hand drops us, leaving our cocks to slide together on their own.

“You confuse the shit out of me,” I tell him. “How can we go from nothing to… this?”

He shakes his head, forehead against mine. “No fucking idea. Half the time I want to kill you for fucking me up like this.” He laughs. “But mostly, I just want to see what sort of filthy shit we can get up to.” He smirks, kissing my lips lightly before pulling back. “Regrets?”

“None.”

“No second thoughts?”

“Oh, a fuck ton. But not about you. Trying to figure out how you turned me gay after twenty years of friendship.”

He barks out a laugh. “Oh, this is my fault?”

“Well, I tried checking out other guys, and I was gonna let that one guy touch me because I wanted to see if it’d do anything, but… nah. Just you. Pretty sure you’ve been leaving me subliminal messages for years and now they’re finally paying off.”

He smiles at me, looking genuinely happy. “I’ve had a brainwashing track on repeat through the headsets in our planes for years, man. You finally fell under my spell.”

I laugh. “I don’t doubt it.” I tap his hip and he climbs off, offering me a towel to clean up with.

We take turns in the bathroom, and I steal some of his clothes to wear so I don’t have to put my jeans back on. When we’re both dressed in sweats and t-shirts, he pauses to look at me.

“Hey, Rem?” he asks. Here we go. “You maybe wanna stay in here with me tonight?”

I can’t help my chuckle. “Are you asking me for a sleepover?”

“Hey! We used to do it all the time when we were kids!”

“Yeah, back when we both fit in this tiny-ass bed and way before we started fucking around with each other. I didn't wanna do anything with you back then but talk about random shit and make dumb plans.” I look at his small bed. It’s a double, but we’re not small guys. “Yeah. I’ll sleep in this thing with you, but if you poke me in the ass with your dick, I’m booting you out.”

“I highly doubt that,” he taunts.

Great. And now my mind is thinking about actual penetrative sex… with Zahn. My best friend.

Shit. Weren’t we supposed to be finding our boundary lines? What happened to that search?

Chapter 27

I’m a pacing, agitated ball of nervous fear as I walk the length of the front porch a few mornings later. I’ve never felt this vulnerable and terrified, and here I go, making it all about me again. God, I’m such a selfish twat. I need to get my shit together so I can be here for Remy when he needs me.

I’m Zahn fucking Dare, I don’t get vulnerable!

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