Page 90 of Melting the Ice

A noise like a key in a lock.

Like a key in the lock of the front door.

He only had time to think,but Brody’s not supposed to be home yet,before Brody was undeniably there, striding into the living room.

He stopped right in his tracks, clearly not expecting to see his roommate with his cock hanging out, porn playing on his laptop.

Well, Dean hadn’t expected to seehim. Or else he wouldn’t have bothered with the porn. It was hot, but there was nothing hotter than the real thing.

“Are you . . .youare,” Brody said. Dean realized then that what he was seeing was pure frustration clearing off Brody’s face, replaced by a combination of wonder and arousal.

“I . . .yeah,” Dean admitted. Because how was he supposed to deny it, when the guys were currently moaning up a storm on the screen, and he was sitting here, with his cock out.

He hadn’t softened at all from the interruption, but he could probably thank the source of the interruption for that.

“Huh.” Brody cocked his head. Regarding Dean, eyes flicking from the laptop to his dick and then back. “Are you watching two guys hooking up on a couch?”

Dean flushed. This could not possibly get more embarrassing than it was, and yet he felt they were plumbing new depths.

The only way it would’ve been worse was if he and Brody weren’t actually hooking up.

“Yeah,” Dean admitted.

“Hot,” Brody said and then grinned. “You want some company?”

Dean fumbled for the stop button, but before he could, Brody put his hand out and stopped him. “That wasn’t me telling you to pause it,” he said and sat down right next to Dean, palming the bulge in his jeans with no shame whatsoever, only a bright, cocky grin shot in Dean’s direction that somehow madehimeven harder.

“You wanna watch it . . .uh . . .together?” Dean didn’t think he had air in his lungs any longer, but nope, that was when Brody nodded.

“Uh . . .alright,” Dean stuttered. He kept thinking, every single time he and Brody hooked up, that he’d never been harder in his life. But he was practically fucking aching with how hot this was.

Especially when, completely matter-of-factly, Brody shed his jeans, shoving them around his thighs, followed by his boxer briefs.

His cock bobbed out, almost totally hard now. Dean wondered if he should look somewhere else, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off it as Brody gave himself an experimental stroke and moaned.

“You’re supposed to look at the porn,” Brody teased him.

It probably wasn’t very friends-with-benefits-y to say,you’re hotter than any porn I’ve ever seen. Including this one. Which is practically me and you, together.Dean knew it. It was like holding up a flashing neon sign that said,I’m in this deeper than we both expected I’d be. What should we do about it?

Nothing, that was what they should do about it.

Still, it wasn’t a habit of his to hide the truth. It was his habit to lay it out, unvarnished and ugly, even if it pissed everyone off.

“I don’t want to,” Dean said simply.

Brody smiled. “Kind of defeats the purpose,” he said.

“No, it doesn’t.” Dean stroked himself again, more insistently this time, even as pleasure muddled his senses, just to prove that it definitely didn’t.

Every inch of Brody was gorgeous. Outside, for sure, no fucking question about that, and Dean was beginning to suspect inside was similar. Even like this, so turned on and tense with it he could barely breathe, he’d never felt assafeas he did with Brody. As completely fucking free.

“Oh,” Brody said suddenly as his gaze flicked to the screen, and Deanhadto look now, because anything that could cause Brody to make that noise had to be worth seeing. And repeating.

The guys had gone back to other guy’s lap, but this time, the bigger guy was circling the smaller guy’s ass with his fingers, damp with lube, and then he slid a thumb in.

“You like that?” Dean could hear the gruffness in his own voice. Because he was thinking about it, now.

He wasn’t the only one.

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