Page 144 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

It doesn’t make sense, but it feels good.

His mouth opens at the first swipe of my tongue, an arm hooking around my neck as a moan falls out. I grip his nape tighter and pull him closer, but TK takes it further.

He throws a leg over my lap, gaining leverage, and ravages my mouth with a contagious enthusiasm. I drag a hand down his back until I find the swell of his ass, and he bucks forward, his hard, wet cock jabbing into my abdomen.

TK jolts away, scrambling off my lap, and I should be worried about the terror on his face, but my mind is stuck on his cock. The one my eyes are immediately drawn to: flushed, leaking, and proudly pointing right at me.

What am I supposed to feel when I see that? Repulsed? Nothing?

Because what I feel is the twitch of my own length as I hold it against my thigh.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” TK says, breathless as he rapidly blinks away the tears forming in his eyes.

What is he… Oh.

“Don’t be. Totally natural, right?”

He closes his eyes and groans. “Yup. Totally normal to make out with your best friend and get a hard on.”

“Don’t think so highly of me. Besides,” I say, rapping my knuckles on his shoulder. “Kissing you made me hard, too.”

He glances down, the breath rushing out of his chest as his cheeks turn a deep rosy hue. “Guess I can say I’ve seen another dick up close now, huh?”

The self-deprecating edge to his humor catches me off guard, and as soon as our eyes meet we both double over laughing.

“You know,” I say as TK settles with his back against the wall, matching smiles easing some of the built up tension. “If you wanna wank one out, it won’t bother me.”

TK’s mouth drops open, but his grin is still intact. “You’re unbelievable, Dash Holden.” He shakes his head, but his eyes drift down to his lap. “I’ll just—” he pushes up to his knees and thumbs to the steps on our bunk, “—hop up there and…”

The rational thing to do would be to nod, throw on a pair of sweats, and head off to the communal showers to give him some privacy.

Rational isn’t exactly what I’m known for, though.

I catch his wrist just as he moves to scoot around me. “You don’t…”

Am I actually going to say it? Because my throat feels like it’s a bad idea, but oh, look at that, my tongue is still going.

“You don’t have to go. How about… um… another first? While we’re on a roll?”

His eyebrows shoot up and—crap, that’s not what I meant.

I shake my head and pull my hand back, scrubbing it over my face. “I mean. Jerking off with another guy is totally a rite of passage, right? We go to an all boy’s boarding school for heaven’s sake. How do you avoid it?”

Now his raised brows just look perplexed. Amused. Kind of his permanent expression around me.

“You want to watch me get off?”

My cock gives a twitch, and I rub my thumb along the shaft to placate it. “If it makes you feel better, you can watch me, too.”

He’s giving me those eyes again. The ones I saw in the camera last night. But they disappear with a rough shake of his head.

“How am I supposed to say ‘no’ when you ask me all innocently like that?” he asks.

“You don’t.” I grin and love how contagious it is. I love seeing TK’s smile as much as I love kicking his ass on the field.

“It won’t be weird?” He asks, biting down on his lip.

I roll my eyes and grip my own dick at the base. “First one to come has to be the other’s ball bitch on Friday.”

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