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“I want you to watch,” Nate says, licking his lips. “And I want you to get off with me.”

Someone pinch me.

Wake me up from this dream.

Anything that feels too good to be true never lasts. When Nate finds out I’m meeting with NHL teams during the Thanksgiving break, he won’t want me anymore. The betrayal will cut him too deep.

ChapterSix

NATE

Being watched excites me.A little thrill zings through my limbs, igniting a fire beneath my skin. There’s something about knowing someone is finding pleasure because of me that gives me a high like any other. No drugs or alcohol come close to the feeling.

After I set up the cameras, I roll a chair into the center of my bedroom and force River to sit on the bed. Like a good boy, he follows my orders, wearing only his jersey and nothing else. I’m dressed similarly, legs spread so he has the perfect view of my dick and balls.

“Lean back on your elbows,” I say, grabbing hold of my leaking cock. “Let me see you.”

He does as I command and gives me a lazy grin as he pushes his legs apart. “Better?”

“Fuck, yes.”

River slides the jersey up his ripped stomach, and the pad of his thumb circles his nipple. He tips his head back and moans, tightening the grip on his cock.

“Nate,” he whispers, his eyes hooded. “Come here.”

“No. Keep touching yourself… and I’ll reward you with my mouth.”

“Oh god,” he groans, working his shaft into his fist. “Take off your jersey.”

“You go first.”

I stop jerking myself and lean forward in the chair, eyes on my beautiful friend. River slowly inches the fabric up his abs and yanks it over his head. His body is like carved marble, more perfect than a sculpture handcrafted by a talented artist. Of all the times I saw him naked, I never savored him quite like this.

I stare at the two crisscrossed hockey sticks with the number twenty-three between them inked over his heart.C'est la vieis written in script on the right side, a few inches above his nipple.

My eyes flick straight to the infinity symbol intertwined on his right forearm between other ink. I have the same one. It’s the only tattoo on my body, a reminder of my lifelong promise to River.

“You want my jersey?” I tell him. “Come take it off me.”

River hops off the mattress and gets on his knees between my thighs. He clutches the seam of my jersey, his fingers brushing my skin.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

My heart beats a million miles a second. An inferno brews inside me, all of my nerve endings on fire as he slowly trails his lips up my stomach. River leans forward and licks my abs, one at a time, devouring me like a dessert.

“Fuck.” I push the hair off his forehead and watch his eyes light up. “Your lips feel amazing.”

He flattens his tongue over my peck and gives me a few licks. “How about my tongue? You like this?”

“Yes.” I push his head down. “Don’t stop.”

His mouth closes over my nipple, ripping a hiss from my throat. My cock jerks between us.

“He wants a kiss. He’s feeling neglected.”

“I love how you speak about your dick like it’s a person.”

“Might as well be. He’s the most important part of my life… other than you.” I squeeze the base of my cock and glide my hand up my shaft. “Give me your mouth, Riv.”

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