Page 74 of First Puck

“Wait, shit. Sorry. That’s not what I meant. I was just trying to—”

“Be quiet, Brad,” I said carefully so I didn’t set it off. As long as I could breathe, I could keep myself calm, but trembles still wracked me.

I was always about hiding my feelings, swallowing them down so Brad couldn’t see the cringy side of me. The one who loved him so much that I let him get away with absolutely anything, like the bullshit laid out in front of me.

But I couldn’t take it anymore. It was deliberate. It wasn’t just his dumbass not seeing how whenever he touched me or said something even vaguely romantic it made my heart leap. He was intentionally playing with me.

I never thought telling him I was gay would end up with him hurting me like this.

“Dude, I just meant that it’s pretty fucking lame of Lance to flirt with you like that and not follow it through, yeah? I wasn’t trying to shit on you.”

My gaze swung back to him, my breath in my throat as I tried to control my temper. But it was ebbing and flowing like a storm against the rocks that was Brad Owens.

“I know what you meant,” I said through gritted teeth. “I know what you fucking meant. I’m just so pathetic that the only way anyone is going to fuck me is if they do it like you? Because I’m so crap at this I can’t even get someone like Lance Austin? That’s what you’re saying, isn’t it? Not even a guy who fucks anything that moves wants me.”

Because that was it, wasn’t it? It had never been about Brad actually being interested in me—not in the slightest. It was all about getting one up on Lance.

“Lance isn’t like that, Brad,” I sighed heavily. “He’s never been like that. It’s just a show he puts on.”

“Then you obviously can’t see how he’s nuts about you!”

“Are you literally only doing this because you think Lance likes me? Is this even about me?” I asked, my voice cracking as my hurt seeped through it. “Do you even care what something like this might do to me? Don’t you see how fucked up it is that you’re doing this to someone who’s meant to be your friend?”

“Yeah, but you like it though,” he shot back instantly, giving me a cheeky grin like that somehow solved it all.

Pain slammed into me, and it took all I had not to flinch away from him. Even when we were arguing, he still stroked his cock, lazily playing with the head while I was trying to make a point.

I couldn’t take seeing him like this and not react. I shucked off my jacket, throwing it onto my bed by the door as I strode forward. In seconds, I’d dropped to my knees right in front of him.

“Alex?” he said, sucking a breath.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I asked as I glared up at him. I batted his hand away to grip his cock myself.

Nerves swamped me as I realized what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop myself. His cock hovered next to my chin. Red, and throbbing, and so hot that my hand twitched around him like I’d been burned.

We were both caught in silence. My heart in my throat, his heavy breaths above me.

Next thing I knew, my hand moved, pumping him just like he’d done to himself, and his deep groan rattled through my body.

In every scenario I’d ever dreamed up, I never imagined I’d go down on him while feeling like he was robbing me.

And he moaned, his eyes fluttering as his other hand fell to the bed. He leaned back, relaxing against the wall. His thighs spasmed as I kept my gaze fixed on him, exactly like he’d done to me when our positions had been reversed.

I didn’t even give him a chance to speak as I opened my mouth and took him as far in as I could, my lips hitting the top of my hand, trembling as his taste covered my tongue.

All my anger disappeared as Brad’s hardness pinned my tongue, and I licked along the ridge of his cock.

“Holy shit! Alex, what the fuck, man. I didn’t mean—”

But he cut off as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him, desperate to get more of his thick taste. I suddenly cared about nothing else except making him come. I wanted him completely covering my mouth, layered on so thick I’d wake up tomorrow tasting him.

“Oh fuck,” Brad moaned as I pulled back, running my togue over the tip. “Oh fuck, Alex, you’re so hot.”

He kept talking, as if he was trying to reassure me, but I didn’t believe him. I’d heard him say exactly the same thing to so manyof the girls he flirted with. It was like his catchphrase at this point.

I wanted to see him come undone. He thought he could play with me so easily, so I wanted to show him what I could do to him, even though I had no idea what would really work. Real life was so much different than watching porn and practicing sucking on my fingers.

I moved back far enough to hold the tip just between my teeth, licking him gently. I didn’t know how much pressure I was supposed to apply, and what else I should do. I’d never done this before, and just the sensation of being next to him like this was making me so nervous.

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