Page 20 of Gym Bros
I stare hard at him. His mouth. His vivid blue eyes. His mouth again. “No,” I say.
He tilts his head. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not fair. I’m not gonna suck yours, so it’s like—taking advantage.”
Evan licks his lips and keeps his eyes on the pillow. “I give my boss head five days a week, and trust me, he’s rarely inclined to return the favor.”
“Then why do you do it?”
He gives a simple shrug. “Because I like it, and I’m good at it.”
My balls ache at that. I’m not even thinking about my sexuality—I’m in my own home, what I do in here isn’t anyone else’s business. What I am thinking, though, is he’s my friend. He’s pretty much myonlyfriend here. “Wouldn’t that make things weird with us?” I ask.
He smiles again. “You’re old-fashioned. That’s sweet.”
I snort. “I’m not sweet.”
“You’re very sweet. Do you even watch porn?”
“Not really,” I mumble. “It looks fake.”
“You’re a romantic, then.”
“Maybe I just like jerking off.”
“And what do you think about when you’re jerking off if you’re not watching porn?”
“It varies,” I say.
“If you went into the bathroom right now to rub one out, what would you be thinking about?”
That forces a glare from me because he knows damn well it would be this theoretical blow job.
Evan’s grin is all-knowing. “I promise it won’t be weird,” he says as visions of that mouth wrapped around my cock take over my brain.
“Why do I feel like I’m gonna be the one doing you the favor?” I ask.
He stands, takes the pillow from me, and I reposition to spread my legs. He moves between them, places both his hands on my knees, and sinks to the floor.
“I’m gonna be thinking about my roommate, just so you know,” he tells me. “He’s about the same size as you.”
“How do you know how big I am?”
“I just mean in general. I don’t know how big his dick is. Sadly.”
“What’s your boss’s like?” I ask.
“Big. Standard alpha male who meets expectations.” He looks up at me and our eyes meet. “You gonna let me?”
Of course I’m gonna let him. I’m too fucked up to even consider what having my best friend blow me means with him on his knees like that.
I reach into my pants and pull out my erection, not all that shocked to find it sticky with precum.
“What are you gonna be thinking about?” Evan asks, arranging himself to get closer.
I’m planning to enjoy this for what it is. A blow job. A very much needed and appreciated blow job. My legs relax open even more. The excitement coursing through me is like a drug. I’m about to let a man suck my cock for the first time, and that’s a decently huge turn on. “Trying not to come in two seconds,” I say.
His hand wraps around my length, and he looks up at me again. I nod to let him know to go ahead. “Newsflash, Saber. You’re not straight.”
