Page 89 of Melting the Ice

He didn’t need any, as long as Brody was around. But after last Saturday, Brody hadn’t been, not really. Their schedules, which they could usually massage into meshing, had clashed instead.

Dean couldn’t even say he’d gotten used to regular orgasms, because four in approximately four weeks didn’t make a pattern, not even close. But his brain—and his dick—and gotten used to the concept that they might start happening more regularly.

Except that they hadn’t, and Dean was tired of just using his right hand and his imagination.

What would be the harm of at leastlookingat the stuff Wes sent?

Guys watched porn. It wasn’tthatunusual, even if it was sort of unusual for Dean.

After all, he’d confessed one of his fantasies to Brody and he’d said,that sounds like an advanced maneuver.Shouldn’t he be learning enough that maybe he could pull that kind of move off?

That was what convinced him.

Dean pulled his laptop out. Checked that the door was locked. Not that it mattered. Brody had a key, even if he wouldn’t be home for hours, and even if he did come home, what Dean was doing was hardly shameful.

After all, he waslearningfor Brody, right? He and Brody, both, would benefit from this.

As he navigated to the site and clicked the free trial, his palms were already sweating and his dick was already half-hard in his sweatpants.

A whole string of videos popped up on his screen.

Most of them sounded semi-terrifying.

Guy gets railed by two guys.

Hot dude delivers a pizza—with extra sausage.

Deep throat orgy.

But finally there was one that sounded promising:two guys experiment for the first time.

Maybe it wasn’t the learning experience that Dean had told himself he was gonna watch, but there was enough of a kernel of truth in that title that he couldn’t stop himself from clicking on it.

After he did, and the video started playing, he realized it was more than just a little kernel of truth. It was a whole fucking popcorn bucket full.

Two guys, one smaller than the other, who even looked a little like Brody, were sitting on a couch in a way that wassosimilar to the way they’d been sitting that first night.

Then one of them leaned over, put a hand on the smaller guy’s thigh, and Dean let out a gust of hot air.

He’d never been this turned on by watching porn before. But then again, he’d never been as turned on as he was regularly with Brody.

On screen, the thigh touch had led to kissing, then one guy, the smaller one, naturally, sliding into the other guy’s lap.

Dean’s fingers clenched, spasming near his hard, aching cock. He didn’t want to touch himself, but he desperately did, too. But he was afraid if he did, he’d come before he could stop himself. Because that was him and Brody on screen. Those werehis hands, cupping Brody’s perfect, shapely ass, running up and down his gorgeous back, his mouth claiming Brody’s until he was moaning and squirming.

That washislook of unbelievable bliss, the face of a man who’d just gotten everything he’d never even thought to want, but now didn’t know how to live without.

Dean leaned forward, hearing his harsh pants in the quiet of the room mingling with the sounds from the screen.

On the screen, the smaller guy scrambled down off the bigger man’s lap and then licked his lips in anticipation as he pulled the other guy’s cock out.

Dean had to close his fist around his own, because he didn’t want to come right now, thinking about how Brody had gone to his knees for him. How eager he’d been, even if he didn’t know what he was doing. How fucking incredible it had felt, because it wasn’t just some random mouth, butBrody’s.

He’d never thought that would make any difference. One blowjob had to feel about the same as any other. They always felt good.

But Brody, who stupidly claimed he needed to get “better,” had systematically destroyed all of Dean’s assumptions about pleasure.

Dean was squeezing his cock, eyes glued to the screen, trying not to come, which felt like an irony, because wasn’t that the point of porn, when he heard a noise.

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