Page 29 of The Marriage Policy

As hard as I try, I can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at that. “I don’t know…you’re horny and were already on edge from the stuff with Ana today.”

“But that was different stuff. We were talking about things that shouldn’t be getting me hard right now.”

I sigh, then risk a glance at him. Eric is looking down at his lap like he expects his cock to tell him what’s going on. Seeing him…his bare chest, his trim, defined abs…happy trail…bulge…

Suddenly all the blood in my body decides it should have a meet-up between my legs. Fuuuuck. This is so messed up. I try to push down on my cock with the palm of my hand, but it doesn’t work. All it does is draw Eric’s attention.

“You’re getting boned up too?”

I cover my face with my hand. “Jesus Christ. Okay, so this is just a weird, one-off situation that doesn’t mean anything. I haven’t had sex since Malcolm, and—”

“You haven’t had sex since Malcolm?” he cuts me off. “It’s been almost a year.”

“Again, I’m aware.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just…wow…that’s a long time, D. Should we take care of them?”

My head whips in his direction again, and it’s a miracle my eyeballs don’t fall out of my head. “Together?”

“I meant in our separate bedrooms, but if you wanna do it together, we can.” Then, more to himself, he muses, “Why haven’t we ever done that? Isn’t that a thing guys do?”

Someone has to be an adult here, so I say, “Okay. Our lack of sex and this marriage are messing with our heads. We don’t jerk off together and don’t get erections over each other because we’re best friends and we don’t ever want to do something we can’t take back.”

“Like getting married?”

“That’s different. We’ll eventually divorce.”

“That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, D.”

Another sigh falls past my lips. “I know it doesn’t. I just…” Don’t want to lose him. Don’t want to mess this up. Don’t want him to think I can’t just be friends with him because I’m gay. There are a million feelings swirling around inside me right now.

“Is it because I make you uncomfortable when I’m naked?”

My brows draw together. “What?”

“I’ve noticed it sometimes. It didn’t really click until I changed in front of you when I hurt my ankle. I don’t think you like to see me naked, and…holy shit. You said I’m not, but do you really think I’m a gross, creepy weirdo? I wear my underwear in front of you, and you don’t like it. I didn’t even think—”

“I like it,” jumps out of my mouth before I can bite it back. “Not in a gross, creepy way for me either. Believe me, it’s hard not to like seeing you in your underwear, but I just never wanted to makeyouuncomfortable. I didn’t ever want you to think I wasbeing inappropriate with you or that I’d automatically want to have sex with you because I’m gay.”

My confused expression seems to transfer to him. “I would never think that. I can’t believe you thought I’d worry about that with you.”

Shit. Maybe I am overthinking this. “It’s just because you’re so important to me.”

“You’re important to me too, dumbass.”

“Which is why we shouldn’t jerk off together.” I think… Or should we? To prove we can do it and that it won’t mess things up? No. We shouldn’t. It would be very, very bad.

“Okay, if you insist, but I’m dying here and really need to nut, so if I can’t do it with you, I’ll have to excuse myself.”

My dick throbs behind my shorts, pulsing with the need to do exactly what he says.

“Yeah. Me too. We’ll just go do it and then come back to watch our show.” God. What are we, twelve?

“Bet. Meet you back here in ten. I’m not gonna last long.” And with that, Eric shoves to his feet. He winces, having forgotten about his ankle. “Goddamn it.”

“Be careful.” I hand him the crutches, then pause the show.

We walk toward the hallway together, both of us sporting massive boners, to go jerk off and then come back and watch TV together…

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