Page 50 of Dare to be Different

“See something you like?” I taunt him, hoping to gain the upper hand. “Come on. Take those off. Let’s go.”

He’s still standing when he slides the material down his legs to settle at his feet. The audio of his dick slapping against his abs makes me choke on a groan, and Zahn isn’t too far gone to notice. He grins at me. “Knew you’d wanna taste me again, Rem,” he says. All cockiness. All bravado.

“Just sit the fuck down,” I snap at him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him down. He’s a righty and I’m a lefty, so this works out well. No arms to block views, no elbows clacking together.

“Hey, Rem?” he asks, voice dropping to a tenor that brings my goosebumps back. My eyes are on his hand as it slowly strokes his cock, his thumb swiping over the tip on every upstroke. Without planning to, my hand mimics his. “I liked it when that chick sucked us off at the same time. When our cocks touched, holy fuck.”

Precum leaks down the length of me. “Yeah?” I rub it into my skin, lubing myself up.

“When your cock was pressed against mine in her warm mouth. Mmm.” His moan has my thighs trembling. “You know what the hottest part was for me, though?”

I rake my eyes from his dick to his abs to his eyes and back down again. “What part?”

“When you forced her to take us deeper.”

Why is this so hot? Reliving one memory while making a new one we should never be making… It's a thrill I’ve not experienced in a long-ass time. I don’t know what it is about this, but I’m pent-up and so into it, my sexuality isn’t even coming into play. Whatever is happening here, it’s what I want. I don’t care that he’s a man, my best friend, or the person I’ve known the longest. He’s hot, and he’s creating an exciting atmosphere that speaks to the sexual side of me, and I guess that’s all that matters.

“Zahn?” I’m panting, and I don’t even feel ashamed of it. “I gagged when I sucked your cock.” He fucking groans. “That’s why they covered your ears.”

“Ah, fuck,” he moans, and his hand picks up speed. “I wish I got to see it.”

“I didn’t even know I wanted to do it.” My abs clench and my hand finds the perfect tempo. “But as soon as I got on my knees, I couldn’t fucking stop. I liked how you felt in my mouth.”

“Jesus, Remy,” he chokes out on a hitched breath. “Best head of my life. I want it again,” he admits. “Really fucking badly.”

I look at his cock, watching him pump it in a loose fist. I can’t believe I sucked it. I don’t know why it’s making my mouth water talking about it now, seeing it again, remembering what it felt like to choke and gag on him. The saltiness of his leaking precum and the force of his whole body when the orgasm hit. I came in my boxers at the same time he did, and holy shit, I kind of want to do it again, too.

I’m already on the edge, my orgasm almost here. “I think… I’d…” I moan when a bead of clear precum glistens at the tip of his dick, instinctively licking my lips at the sight of it.

“You’d what?” He swallows, looking at my eyes.

“You know what.”

“Say it.”

He holds his breath, warding off his orgasm until I say what he wants to hear. This isn’t a game about winning and losing anymore. It’s a game of truth and dare, and right now, I’m all about the truth because no lie will feel this good.

Looking him straight in the eyes, I admit it. “I’d suck your cock again.”

A long, low groan reverberates through him. Cum drips down his cock and hits his stomach with force. His body jerks, his legs shake, and his head falls back against the couch. The sight of him in pleasure, coating himself in cum from my confession, does it for me.

Especially when he says, “I want to know what you taste like, Remy.”

“Fuck.” I slow my hand and watch myself come. I’m making a mess of myself, but the mess is sexy, and I don’t inhale until the last tremor echoes through me. “Fuck,” I repeat.

Zahn laughs, but it isn’t humorous. It’s exasperated and crazed, riddled with disbelief and a bit of hope. “Well, guess it’s not just the hookups,” he says, adding another laugh. “That was…”

“Yeah,” I agree. My head falls back and my skin sticks to the material of the couch.

“Why the actual fuck have we never jerked off together before?” he asks.

I grab his t-shirt from the floor and use it to clean myself up. “Because you never told me about this part of you. Still pissed about that, by the way.”

“It never came up!”

“Bring that shit up.”

He nods. “Yeah, fair deal.” He takes his shirt from me. “I have no idea what this is, but I’m kind of done being freaked out by it. Let’s just fucking wing it. That was hot, and… the shit we said… yeah.”

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