Page 3 of The Try Line

My breath leaves me in a guttural moan as the inside of my drenched underwear grows warm with my release. My cock pulses, and I grind myself on Jason's lap frantically. He rocks his hips up and makes a choked sound, chasing the friction of my wild humping. The realization that he's coming for me has my cock twitching harder through the aftershocks, my body out of my control as I rut against him. I swallow his moans and kiss him while we both come down.

We stay like that until it seems too quiet.When did the rain stop?I reluctantly pull my mouth from Jason's to look around. The car windows are completely fogged, with little drops of condensation rolling down the panes of glass.

Jason blinks, seeming equally dazed. Eventually we break out in awkward laughter. I roll off his lap and try to fall into the seat next to him, but we're both pretty big guys and we end up still pressed against each other, my legs draped over his. We stare at one anotherin stunned silence. Maybe I should feel weirder about this. Maybe I should feel awkward or embarrassed or worried.

But it just feels right.

JASON

"What's that look for?" Mik asks me, reaching to run his fingers through the light hair that covers my chest. We're laying in my bed, where we've been since we got home yesterday afternoon. We've barely left this space, except to use the bathroom, eat, and hydrate.

We haven't stopped touching, kissing, or feeling each other since we stumbled home yesterday. Sometimes it hasn't even been sexual. Our touches have become more about learning each other in a new way, exploring and getting to know this new aspect of a deep friendship. More often than not, that exploration has led to mutual pleasure. It’s not just about getting off. Call me a sap, but I don't think it would feel this good if it was just a physical thing. No, this is a culmination of the pent-up feelings I've been harboring for my best friend since we first met. Feelings that he was apparently having, too.

How long has he felt the same?

Neither of us said a thing for four long years. We’ve gone about our business and pretended we could just be friends. Neither of us wanted to risk our friendship. I didn't want to risk being a stereotypical gay guy that falls in love with his straight best friend. It may be a popular trope for movies and the romance novels I know Mik likes reading, but it's unrealistic.

Then again, here we are…

"I just can't believe this is happening," I admit, not wanting to sound too pathetic, but I know Mik wouldn't judge me. His shy grin says he feels the same.

Fuck me.This must be some kind of dream.

I pull him close, until there's no space between us, and we're lying skin to skin. My lips brush over his, and I close my eyes, replaying every step that brought us here.

The way he watched me while we were working out last week. Trying to ignore the way my knees brushed up against his erection while I did sit-ups. I told myself it was just a stimulus response. Except he had that look in his eye, the same one I’d catch him looking at me with from time to time. Initially, I’d thought he was lost in his own thoughts or confused or disappointed about something I said or did. But this time I read more into it. I read… longing.

Mik huffed out a breath. "Oh, fuck it." And then his lips were on mine.

What. A. Mindfuck.

Mik’s cell phone vibrates loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts. He grabs the phone off the end table and groans.

“Janel again?” I ask. She’s been calling non-stop since this morning.

He sighs and frowns at the screen. "Yeah." I watch him turn the phone completely off and toss it to the floor before he presses himself against me again. His lips move against my neck. "I feel bad that I don't feel bad about dumping her."

"She'll be okay." Then I wince, thinking about the last time he thought he'd officially broken up with my sister. "Are you sure she really got it this time, though?"

He nods. "I took my key back," he says, probably remembering our awkward exchange that morning after I'd run into her coming out of his bedroom. I’d felt ridiculous and like an asshole for being so disappointed to see her.

"And I… I told her there was someone else," he says in a low voice.

I turn my head to look into his dark hazel eyes and see the worry in them. We're going to have to tell her who thatsomeone elseis at some point, and there's no guessing how she'll react. He doesn't want to hurt her, even though she's been kind of a bitch to him. I love my sister, but she can be a lot to handle. She's probably more upset about the time and effort she put into ‘training’ Mik to be her picture-perfect boyfriend than she is the breakup itself. The way she was always trying to change him rubbed me the wrong way, and we’d argued about it multiple times over the past few years. She always brushed me off or made a crude comment about me wanting my best friend's dick. Considering she had no idea how on the mark she was, I was quick to back off.

I always thought he deserved better, but I never dreamed it'd be me.

"She'll be okay," I repeat, lifting a hand to push a lock of hair behind his ear before cupping the back of his head and pulling him in for another kiss.

Mik groans and rolls on top of me, deepening the kiss.

Fucking hell. He kisses me like he's devouring my soul, stealing my air and my sanity with each soft swipe of his tongue against mine. A tingling starts in my lower back, and my balls tighten. My hips roll against his body, rubbing our bare cocks together in a dance we've perfected over the past twenty-four hours. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around both of us. Mik breaks the kiss to look at our cocks pressed together in my hand. His mouth opens on a gasp as he thrusts into my hand, a burst of pre-cum erupting from his slit. Rolling my palm over his crown, I spread it down and use it to lube my strokes.

"Oh, Jesus. Fuck," he pants, and I'm nearing the edge just from his reaction. The facial expressions, the sounds he makes—it's all too delicious. I want to come, to bathe in his release, to mark each other and know that we have the rest of our lives to do it again and again. But there's a part of me that is afraid this is all some kind of beautiful,vivid, wet fever dream. One that I want to drag out forever, to never wake from.

Before I burst all over him for the fourth time today, I release our cocks and roll him over. "This time when I make you come, I want to taste you."

He chokes out a groan, and I smile against his mouth before trailing my lips over his jaw and down his neck. I suck on his Adam's apple, and then lick down to his tight, brown nipples. He shudders as I suck them into my mouth one at a time. I love how sensitive they are, the gasp of pleasure and the way his hips jerk when I bite down gently.So responsive.Every gasp and groan encourages me to keep going. I've held back, not wanting to break the spell by going too far and scaring him off. He's never been with a man before, and according to him, never even considered it outside of his attraction to me. All our touching and exploring so far has either been tentative or frenzied, with nothing in between. It's been a lot of kissing and hand jobs, but I want to show him so much more.

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