Page 127 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“What?” Joey asks, his eyes flaring wide.

“What?!” I shout.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Joey’s words cut off into a groan, and he comes in a flash across my fist, painting his stomach in a dirty abstract work of fucking art as his ass clamps tight around my cock.

“Fuuuck,” I agree, jerking him through his orgasm as my own barrels down on me with blinding speed. I suck in a breath, holding back until the last possible second, and then I crack apart.

My moan is a loud, stuttered thing as I come inside Joey’s body, my hips flexing to push inside of him as far as I can go, a ridiculous biological imperative I have no control over. My release adds to the slick glide between our bodies, smooth and warm and feeling so fucking good I could weep. It seems as if it lasts forever, that blissful freefall, when realistically, I know it’s only a few seconds later that I blink open my eyes.

Joey is watching me steadily.

“It was just dirty talk,” I whisper, well aware it’s far too soon to be discussing our…wedding.

Joey’s lips curve into the tiniest smile, his thumb smoothing over my forehead, likely wiping off the sweat there. “You have the strangest idea of what constitutes dirty talk, bub.”

“Psht. You like my mouth.”

“I won’t deny that,” he says before looking down. “Are you… writing your name again?”

“Yep,” I say, finishing theDon Joey’s stomach and letting out a sigh. He doesn’t complain when I collapse over his chest, my cock slipping out of his body. “Aw, man. I liked it in there.”

He huffs a laugh, his fingers threading through my hair. “You’re welcome anytime.” After a minute of mutual petting and afterglow basking, he says, “You lasted more than six seconds.”

“I did!” I reply happily. “And I found your prostate.”

“That you did,” he says on a chuckle.

“We should probably have some steak or something to celebrate,” I suggest, my stomach voicing its own approval with a growl. “We did miss dinner.”

“A shower would also be a good idea.”

“Yeah, man. We arecoveredin lube.”

“It’s everywhere.”

“You’re probably going to need to throw out these sheets,” I point out. “Maybe even your mattress. I think we wrecked the bed.”

He snorts, pushing up onto his elbows. I lean back, giving him room to sit up all the way. I’m not expecting the swift slap to my ass cheek. “Come on, Bradley. Let’s wash up so I can put my meat in your mouth.”

“Dude,” I breathe, watching Joey’s ass as he walks away, the globes still glistening from lube. “I love you so much, you don’t even know.”

Joey’s laughter beckons me to follow him down the hall. We wash up together, taking turns under the showerhead, Joey joining in when I start singing “Bohemian Rhapsody,” his falsetto even more impressive than my own.

I never had a solid grasp growing up of what it meant to fall in love. I didn’t have parents in my life or many role models to show me what a healthy relationship looked like. I didn’t have many people who stuck around, period.

I’m not sure I could have dreamed up Joey Delgado even if I tried. Falling in love with my friend? With someone I can be silly with and be honest with, someone I can play video games with, go to the gym with, be myself with…

Like Jason said, maybe it was simply inevitable. But I sure didn’t see it coming.

I guess in the end, I really crushed this whole wingman thing, didn’t I? I found Joey his guy. The one who will love him for all he is and all he will be.

And, as it turns out, I found my person, too.

Chapter 32

Joey

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