Page 67 of Melting the Ice

Dean was still, unnaturally so, as he watched Brody come back down to earth—and Brody realized then thathehadn’t come.

This is your chance, his brain whispered.You wanted to see. Then see.

“Is this okay?” Brody asked, reaching down and cupping Dean’s cock, much the same as he’d done to him only a minute ago.

Dean nodded, face tense with need.

“How about this?” Brody steeled himself—reminding himself exactly how much he wanted this exact thing—and slipped his hand inside those tight black boxer briefs.

Dean was big and hot against his hand, twitching against the pressure he was already giving it.

“Yeah,” he ground out, head tipping back, wonder filling his whole face.

Brody had never done this to anybody but himself, but surely it wasn’t so hard to just copy whathelikedand try it on Dean.

A second experiment, of sorts.

His cock was wet at the tip, and Brody spread the moisture down, making his movements a little smoother, a little easier.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

It was glorious to bring a guy like this, big and powerful with so much self-control, to his metaphorical knees. It was intoxicating, like the best high in the whole goddamn world. Better than any drink that Brody had ever tried.

“You want more?” Brody asked.

He wasn’t ready to get tohisknees and try a blowjob, but he could at least give himself a little more room to work. With his other hand, he slid Dean’s boxer briefs down his thighs and couldn’t help but look down. To watch as his hand wrapped around Dean’s cock and gave him an experimental stroke.

“Harder. Faster.” Dean was lost to it, and Brody wasn’t even sure he was aware he was giving orders.

But Brody didn’t mind. Helikeddoing what Dean liked.

He squeezed harder, giving it to him a little rougher, like he liked when he got close, when he just needed a tiny bit more stimulation to tip right over the edge.

It must’ve been the same for Dean, because a second later he was falling apart, breath sawing out of his lungs in big gulps of air, his cock going rock-hard in Brody’s hand and then spurting come between them.

Brody tried to catch it all, but he missed some, a few drops falling to the floor.

He worked him through the pleasure, and only once Dean began to flinch he moved his hand, reaching for a paper towel from the holder.

He cleaned his hand and then dipped down to the floor, to clean up there, too.

When he rose back up, Dean was staring at him.

He’d looked at him like that before. Like he was a problem Dean couldn’t quite solve.

But now it was ever so slightly different. Like Dean was finally beginning to figure him out.

Well, Brody didn’t think it was all that complicated. He had a major hard-on for the guy,andhe liked him as a friend.

“That was good,” Dean said.

He was not quite as awkward as he’d been the first time, and Brody had to sayhewas handling it a hell of a lot better. No freakouts here. He’d touched a dick that wasn’t his own and jerked Dean off to what seemed to be a pretty damn good orgasm, and he wasn’t panicking at all.

In fact, he was already wondering when they could do it again. Maybe they’d actually make it to a bed this time.

“Just good?” Brody teased.

Dean’s eyes fluttered. He had surprisingly long, surprisingly pretty eyelashes. Spiky and dark, framing those light eyes beautifully. “Okay, you caught me. Best orgasm I can remember.”

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