Page 42 of Romance Languages

“Can I let you in on a little straight guy secret, Jules? But you have to promise not to tell anyone.” I imagined he was listening, his big brown eyes focused on me. “We’re not looking for stick figure girls. We like women who have curves. Yeah, the media pushes these super skinny girls on us all the time and makes usthinkthat’s what we want, but it never sticks. Hooking up with someone with a perfect body is only fun the first time. Then after that, the high wears off, and you need something else about them to get you excited. They need to make me laugh, or have a good smile. I promise you, if you hooked up with some hot guy model, it’d be good the first time, and then you’d be bored. I once hooked up with a girl who was a model, but she was so boring that I couldn’t get it up. Seriously. That doesn’t leave this apartment.”

I couldn’t hear anything, but I liked to believe Julian was smiling.

“I meant what I said. You are a good-looking guy. But you’re so much more than that, too. You’re interesting and funny and sweet. I love talking to you. You make mundane subjects like Cyllabus fascinating. Those qualities have way more lasting power than a ripped body. And I might give good naked, whatever that means, but I’m not boyfriend material. I’m…kinda fucked up. I live in a basement for fuck sakes.”

I got off this track before I derailed my whole pep talk.

“If there’s a guy who rejects you right away because of your weight, then you dodged a bullet because that guy sounds like a loser. Who wants to be with someone who places so much value on how many muscles you have? Who’s constantly rating what you look like?” I rested my head on the door. “I wish you could see what I see. I wish you could realize how beautiful you are. I wish you could see what a fucking catch you are.”

I wanted to tell him more. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t need to picture a hot girl to get hard around him. Not like he would believe me. I closed my eyes and got lost in images of Julian. I used to feel weird for thinking about him this way, but fuck that. I celebrated him the way he should be celebrated.

When he opened the door, I pulled him close to me, my hands sizzling with heat on his hips. I meant what I said. Julian was attractive. His broad chest and shoulders could wrap around me like a soothing weighted blanket.

“Jules, you’re sexy,” I whispered into his ear.

“How?” he asked, almost as a dare.

“Let’s see. You have penetrating eyes. And this faint stubble on your jaw shows me you have a dark side.” I skimmed my finger over the prickly hairs. “And you have broad shoulders and chest.” I rubbed his shoulders, feeling their heft. “And we can’t forget this big ass back here.” I gave his ass a pat. “There are guys out there who are ass men, and they are going to eat it up.”

“Are you an ass man?”

“Hell yeah.” I gave it a squeeze with my whole hand. My dick immediately went hard. I had never openly admired a man’s body like this, but I took my time savoring all Julian had to offer. Not just for his sake.

I brushed my hand over his crotch where his dick pressed against his fly. Julian leaned against the door, eyes closed, breathing heavy.

“You’re so hot,” I murmured in his ear as I unzipped and reached into his jeans. I massaged his erection through his underwear. “You got a nice dick. All those losers on the apps are missing out. More for me.”

I maneuvered my hand and reached inside his underwear. Fuck, I was grabbing a man’s dick, and I liked it. I liked how powerful I felt giving pleasure, how I was the one turning my friend on. Julian maintained a calm, refined composure all day long. Only I got to see this wild side in him get unleashed.

He moaned, his eyes still closed. I wanted him to look at me, but I understood why he couldn’t.

“Jules, you are so sexy,” I whispered into his ear as I gripped his cock. I wanted him to feel his power…because I was feeling it.

He leaned back against the doorframe, short breaths escaping his lips. I stroked him in his underwear. With a shaky hand, he unbuttoned his pants. They dropped to the ground.

I pulled down his underwear, fully freeing him. Damn, this was so hot. I loved watching my friend become unglued by my touch.

“You feel so good,” I said, my mouth right against his ear, making the hairs on his neck stand up.

Julian let out a low moan. Pre-come slicked the tips of my fingers, providing lubrication. That had to mean I was doing a good job. I jerked him faster, listening to his heart race.

“You are so fucking hot,” I told him, over and over.

“Want you…want you so bad, Seamus.” He reared his back and exclaimed with abandon. “Fuck, Seamus!”

My name had never sounded sexier, especially as it cracked in his voice. I was rock hard in my pants, but it would’ve been selfish and weird of me to whip it out. I tried to stealthily rub myself over my jeans, but I made sure my main focus was on my friend.

Julian seemed to intuit what was going on. His eyes were closed, but he reached for my crotch and rubbed me, just as he’d done the other day. I nibbled on his ear lobe as I jerked him off at full speed, doing everything to him that I secretly wanted done to me.

“You want it, baby?” I asked. I didn’t plan to call him baby, but as soon as it left my lips, it stuck. I undid my pants and he instantly grabbed for my cock. I was ready to blow the second his hand made contact with my flesh.

Must not come in under two seconds.

We stroked each other. I went fast, and he followed, getting into a synced-up rhythm, our grunts filling the silence. My legs had trouble keeping me upright. Heat built up in my core.

“Jules,” I practically whimpered, desperate for his touch to give me release. I leaned toward him, letting our cocks touch. We both emitted moans of approval.

“Seamus, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

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