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He leans down, rubbing his nose against mine. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. It’s hot that you’re so turned on by me that you came in your sweats in, like, five seconds.”

I scowl at him, but it doesn’t hold any heat. “It was longer than that.”

“Was it?” he teases, pressing against me again. His dick is still long and hard and feels really fucking good.

“I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Absolutely not.”

My fingers twitch, and I think it’s because I want to touch him, because I’m curious about him, but that’s a big step, and does one just ask if they can touch someone’s dick? If they can see it? I’m not sure of the etiquette here, which is maybe why I’m always the one who gets approached by others. “What about you?”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Perry

What about me? I’m about to die, that’s what. For some strange-ass reason, I haven’t hooked up with anyone since I met Theo. I’ve thought about it, talked about it, planned it, but no one grabbed my attention because my annoying little puppy wouldn’t get out of my head.

“Well, hopefully, you don’t leave me with blue balls again.” I try to go for light and teasing, like I’m not on the verge of dying from my need to have an orgasm, but I also don’t want to push him. Sure, he suddenly told me he’s bi and came from just my kissing and frotting, but I’m not sure how comfortable he’s going to feel doing stuff to me. “I’m kidding. I can go jerk off.” I try to get up, but his legs tighten around me again. “Clingy little thing, aren’t you? You’re like an octopus, all tangled around me.”

“I’m not… I didn’t…”

“I’m kidding. It’s hot.”

“Then where are you going? I want to…watch.”

My dick twitches, and I drop my head into his neck again. He smells like cologne and clean sweat, which only makes my cock even more eager for him. “You want to watch me jerk off.”

“Yes. And maybe get out of my cummy clothes. I can’t believe I did that.”

“How are you not freaking out?” The question falls from my mouth without my having planned on asking it. When I was younger, I fucked around with guys who’d never been with men before, and they were always weird about it, or assholes about it, as if it were my fault they liked getting off with me.

Theo shrugs. “I don’t know. You’re my friend, and I trust you. One of my best friends is queer, so it’s not like it’s something I haven’t been around. I don’t know why I never realized that I am or what it is about you that made it click, but it’s really fucking clicked, and I can’t turn it off now.”

A zing of pleasure shoots down my spine, shocking me off him, but this time, Theo lets me go. Not that I’m going far. Nope. I’m just standing up and tugging out of my clothes because I only have so much strength, and the sexy man in the bed is too tempting.

Theo lies there as I strip, and then when I’m naked, cock really fucking hard and pointing up, he just…stares.

Nerves make the back of my neck prickle. I’m not insecure about my body. I never have been, but man, he’s testing me. What if seeing my dick makes him realize this is all too much? Kissing is one thing, but being in bed with a guy who has his cock out is next level.

“Change your mind?”

He shakes his head. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. Just stares.

I’m not sure what to do here, so I ask, “Are you okay?”

Theo sits up on the side of the bed, reaches out, and rubs his thumb in the precum at my tip.

“Fuuuuuuck,” spills out of my mouth because that is maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The hottest thing anyone has ever done to me, and I’ve had a whole lot of sex.

“I’m literally feeling a little action down there, and I just came. Definitely bisexual. Huh. Interesting. I have a short refractory period but usually not this short.”

My cock jerks in response. Theo’s head shoots up, and he looks at me, smile taking over his adorable face. “I made you do that.”

I chuckle because fucking A, how can I not? I grab his face in my hands, lean down, and press a kiss to his lips. “God, you’re great, but I really need to come.”

And he is great. Have I ever thought that about someone I’ve slept with? Not that I can remember, which makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand, but I ignore it in favor of an orgasm.

“Get back into bed.” Theo scoots over, and I join him.

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