Page 97 of The Good Boys Club

This time I shook my head a little, but Mash caught the smile in my eyes.

“Oh, gods!” he cried out. His back arched off the wall and his release hit my tongue.

I held it in my mouth as he continued to moan towards the shower ceiling, and I gently sucked him until his shoulders sagged.

After I let him go—careful not to spit the cum out too soon—I pushed to my feet and pulled his lips down to mine. Then I buried my tongue in his mouth.

Mash’s cum gushed into his open mouth, down both our chins, and dripped onto my chest. He whimpered at the taste of himself and dug his tongue into my mouth, seeking more. I made sure to angle our heads away from the deluge of shower water.

Then I swiped my hand up over his neck, his chin, his lips, dipped two fingers inside his mouth to scrape up any remnants, and then I rubbed Mash’s release onto my neck and collarbone as though it were moisturiser.

“Gods, fuck, why is that so hot?” he said, before pushing his nose against my pulse point. “We smell like we belong together.” I didn’t think he knew what he’d said.

I threaded my fingers into his hair and guided him to his knees. He seemed to know instinctively what I was asking him to do, and lowered himself until he was balancing over his heels, his face in line with my chest so he could watch me fucking my own hand.

I jerked myself quickly, mesmerised as Mash’s gaze flitted between my cock and my face. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and flashed me that same contented dopamine smile of his.

“We smell like we belong together.”

I fell, over that peak, Mash’s name on my lips as I striped his chest with my orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” he said, stroking his fingers up his abdominals to collect my cum, kneading it into his collarbone as I had done.

Then, without taking his eyes off me, he sucked two fingers into his mouth.

I bent down to his level and swiped my tongue across his chin, then kissed him so I could taste both of us at the same time. Mash pulled me on top of him, and we kissed. And kissed. And kissed. Until all the cum had washed from our bodies. Until my face was numb again from the scratch of his stubble. Until the water ran cold. Until both our knots had fulfilled their purpose and deflated.

Eventually, Mash switched the water off and fetched us both towels. We said nothing to each other; we simply smiled and laughed as we dried. Mash scrubbed the towel over his hair and got into bed naked.

“We’ve already completely destroyed our friendship. You might as well back that thing into me,” he said.

So I did, scooting along under the blanket until his soft cock was nestled against the top of my thighs.

He draped his arm over me, pushed his nose into the crook of my neck, and breathed in deeply. “We really smell amazing together.”

Less than five minutes later, Mash was asleep. He’d left the lamp on. I stared at the veins in his forearm and tried not to think about his words.

“We’ve already completely destroyed our friendship.”

Unleashed

Present Day

Mash

When I woke up, he was there, just like he’d been for the past three weeks. But this time it was different. For one, we were both stark-bollock naked. And two, he didn’t immediately roll away upon waking.

Cian was lying on his back, his neck bent to the side and his cheek resting against the top of my head. In the night, I had somehow curled myself around his body like a baby koala. My arm and leg were draped over him, my knee millimetres from his balls. He had a semi. I had a full-on rager.

He groaned, stretched his spine into an arch, and his hand went straight to his dick.

“Hey,” I said, my voice whisper soft.

“Mash,” he replied groggily. “Morning.”

I pushed a gap between us, resting my head on the pillow, and Cian turned on his side to face me.

Every moment from yesterday came flooding back with exacting clarity. Fishing with Felix, the whole“Am I bi?”convo, running from Cian, the kiss, coming in my shorts, and the rest of the evening in the shower. I suppressed a moan.

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