Page 42 of The Bro Pact
We leave our things by the door, except for the new Polaroids Ren just took. I clip them to the string lights, smiling softly as I admire our growing collection.
Ren collapses onto the bed with a pained grunt.
“Feeling okay?” My brows crease in the middle as I study him intently.
“Eh.A little banged up, but you know I’ve been worse,” he chuckles, and I roll my eyes, knowing all too well.
Ren slips his shirt and shorts off, lounging in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
“Actually, you know what’ll make me feel better?”
When he jumped and didn’t come back up, I’ve never been so fucking terrified in all my life. “What?” I ask, eager to help.
I’d do anything for him.
“An orgasm,” he says with a sly grin.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
WARREN
“Right now?” Kyle asks, looking petrified at the mere thought of coming in front of me again.
I hop off the bed, heading for the bathroom like I didn’t just fall thirty feet and walk away with the wind knocked out of me and a smile on my face.
Jesus Christ.
What was I thinking?
“Why not? Nothing’s stopping us.” I turn the shower on, keeping the bathroom door open while I wait for it to heat up. “Unless you don’t wanna?”
“I . . . I do,” he admits somewhat hesitantly, but as soon as I hear the words, I tug my underwear down, exposing myself.
My cock is already half-hard at the mere thought of getting off with Kyle again. “Then that’s all that matters.”
I shut the door and step into the shower, groaning loudly and unabashedly as the hot water beats down on my sore and bruised muscles.
Cleaning up quickly, I grab a towel on my way out, cognizant of Kyle needing to wash up and eager to get into bed with him.
I’ve jerked off with a few friends in high school, but it’s been a couple years, and this isKyle. My best friend. It just feels different.Special.
When he gets out of the shower with only a towel wrapped low around his toned waist, my cock instantly takes notice, growing to full-mast.
Kyle seems a little nervous as he sits next to me on the end of the bed while I spray more detangler and finish combing through my hair.
“So, who do you think is bigger?” I ask matter-of-factly, yet genuinely curious. He was stroking himself furiously, then ran out of the room like his ass was on fire, so I didn’t get a good look last time.
I wanna see it.
Like really see it.
“I don’t have a ruler,” he jokes, heat rushing to his cheeks and down his bare chest.
“Here, then. Line yours up with mine,” I suggest, yanking my towel away and allowing my erection to spring free.
“What?!” he practically shrieks. “I thought we were jacking off.Separately.”
I shrug again, feigning indifference. “We don’t have to, but it’s not that big of a deal.”
