Page 77 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“Yeah,” I tell him firmly. “I’m ready to make acquaintance with your balls now, if the three of you would be so kind.”

Joey’s responding laughter feels a whole lot like that future I was just envisioning. I can’t help but wonder if his moan will be the same.

Joey leads me up to his bathroom on the second floor, the air between us thick and anticipatory. He twists the shower on while I wait in the doorway.

“Good?” he checks.

I nod quickly.

He loosens his tool belt, the click of the buckle like a gunshot over the soft patter of water hitting tile. I wet my lips, watching as he drags the heavy belt off, setting it on the floor so it’s leaning against the wall. He pauses again, watching me, hands toying with his waistband.

“Keep going,” I tell him.

He pushes the button free. Unzips his jeans. I ease out a breath as the material drops to his feet, leaving him in black boxer briefs, his cock an obvious presence, tenting the fabric almost obscenely. He steps out of his shorts, shuffling them off to the side to rest near the tool belt.

“Still good?” he asks.

I step forward, the steam from the shower having started to warm the room. “Can I?”

Joey nods, his gaze more hooded than I’ve ever seen. It’s a rush, knowing I turn him on. Knowing he’s already hard, willing and waiting for whatever it is I have in mind. Which is,incidentally, a lot. Almost too much at once. Too many things I want to see and try. Too many ways I want to touch him or watch him touch himself. Places I want to taste. Tease. Tongue open.

I let out another breath, hands landing on his stomach before drifting down toward the band of his underwear. I slip my fingers beneath it, dropping down to a crouch as I tug the material down over his cock. It bobs once freed, waving almost proudly, as thick as I’d imagined and perfectly straight. I give the top of it a small tap, watching it dip a mere inch before popping up again.

“Hello, Greg,” I whisper. “I’m Brad. It’s so very good to meet you.”

Joey makes a choked sound above me. “Did you just…give my dick a handshake?”

“It’s only polite,” I say, tugging his boxer briefs down to the ground. He steps out of them, and I lean back onto my heels, taking him in. All of him, nude in front of me. Bared fully. “Fuck, Joey. You’re…you’re really pretty.”

He sucks in a breath, his cock jerking right in front of my face.

I let out a surprised laugh. “Oh, he liked that, huh?”

Joey swallows, the motion visible. “It’s not every day a gorgeous man calls me pretty, let alone while said man is down on his knees.”

My heart kicks in my chest, a near-painful thing. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

“More than,” he says seriously. “I thought that the first time I saw you laughing, bub. I was pretty stoked when you gave me your number.”

I groan, dropping my forehead to his hip. “Yeah, sorry about that?”

“I’m not,” he says, fingers threading through my hair. I look up again, and I’m taken aback by the sincerity in his eyes. The softness, even. “It led us here, didn’t it?”

Fuck.

I turn my face, eyeing Joey’s cock. From this angle, it looks huge. Far bigger than any banana I’ve had down my throat. I run a finger over the length of it, from tip to base, and Joey lets out a sound that’s near a hiss.

“Can I watch you jerk off?” I ask, wanting to see what Joey likes. Wanting to know how he pleasures himself.

“Yeah,” he answers. “Anything.”

He holds out a hand, and I let him pull me up. Joey steps into the shower while I tug off my clothes. His eyes stay on me, flushing my skin, making my very bones feel as if they’re vibrating.

When I step into the shower after him, he tugs the curtain closed. There’s a single showerhead situated in the middle of the spacious square stall. Water falls between us as Joey grabs his soap, squeezing some onto his palm. He offers it to me next, and I take the bottle, washing myself with half-focus as I watch Joey’s hands run all over his skin. He takes his time, suds forming with every swipe of his palms over his biceps, his pecs, his stomach, down further. His fist glides over his cock once, twice, a puff of air escaping me when he reaches lower still, cupping and washing his sac. He does his legs last before stepping under the showerhead to rinse off. When he moves back, I take my turn, letting the water soak me, my eyes closed against the spray.

“Do you know what I love about being with someone who has a dick?” Joey asks, prompting me to step out from under the showerhead and open my eyes. His hand is around his cock again, moving leisurely.

I shake my head, eyes glued to the movement, my heart racing like I’m on a track.

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