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“I was thinking shrimp lettuce wraps for dinner? I’ve got that big bag of frozen shrimp I picked up at the store a few days ago.”
Slater groans again. “I know you’re my personal trainer and everything, and all these healthy, high protein meals are definitely getting me shredded.” He pats his taut stomach and grins. “But can we get, like,onecheat night a week to order deep dish pizza and cannoli or something?”
“Dude.” I chuckle.
“Come on, let’s be bad tonight.” He waggles his eyebrows and makes his voice low and suggestive, like he’s talking about sex instead of four thousand calories worth of cheese in one sitting. “I’ll run to the corner store and grab us a six-pack. It’ll be awesome.”
“Fuck it, it’s a Friday night, why the fuck not?”
“Yessss.” He fist-pumps into the air then hops off the couch. “You order the pizza and I’ll go get the beer. Meet back here in twenty minutes.”
“Go team,” I joke.
He jogs past me and I give him a hearty smack on the ass like any good teammate would. A good teammate would notice the way his ass jiggles with the contact too, right?
SLATER
“Goddamn, check out the arm on that kid,” AJ mutters with awe, knocking back the remains of his second beer.
I slouch a little lower on the couch, my stomach pleasantly full and a little pudgy with a well-earned food baby. If I’m having a cheat night, I’m not about to fucking waste it with tiny portions.
“He’s on fire,” I agree, cracking open my third beer. I’ve got just enough of a buzz going to really relax after a long week. I can’t imagine a better way to spend a Friday night than watching a baseball game and chilling with AJ.
I would never tell Nolan this because he’s been my ride or die bestie since we were kids, but I think I might like AJ a little more. There’s something about him that makes me feel relaxed but somehow energized at the same time. Maybe it’s that we have so much in common? Whatever it is, I’m just glad I lucked out with this whole roommate gamble.
I reach down to absently scratch my balls again. It’s all this damn sweat. The heat has me all itchy and irritated.
“Dude.” AJ snorts.
“What?” I glance over and he looks pointedly at my hand down my pants.
“Jesus, I didn’t know you were the ball-scratching police.” I laugh, making a show of jiggling my balls before I pull my hand out of my pants. Just to fuck with him, I reach over like I’m going to touch him with my ball-sweat hand. He bats it away and I cackle.
“What are you? Fourteen?”
“Thirty, bro. But if I haven’t grown out of thinking balls are funny by now, I doubt it’ll ever happen.”
He shakes his head and cracks open his third beer too. With both of us manspreading, our knees bump occasionally, and the warmth of his skin is making me extremely aware that I’m coming up on three weeks since I last jerked off. This is when it’s always hardest to keep holding out, when I’m at the point where my balls ache almost all the time and anyone even breathing in my direction can get my dick hard. You’d think how hard AJ’s been pushing me at the gym would be an energy suck, but it’s like all the extra adrenaline and endorphins are pooling in my cock or something, because I’ve been popping random wood all damn week.
“So…” He clears his throat and shifts in his seat, his knee brushing against mine again. He takes a sip from his beer, his attention fixed on the baseball game on the TV, but he seems tense all the sudden.
I frown and cock my head, waiting to see if he’s going to keep talking. Did I do something weird and just not notice? I didn’t say anything about my overactive dick out loud just now, right? I’m pretty sure I didn’t.
“I was wondering…” he says after a few seconds, reaching up with his free hand to rub the back of his neck. The movement shifts the wide sleeve of his tank top over, exposing his massive pec and the dark, hairy nipple that refuses to stop being fascinating no matter how many times I tell myself to stop looking.
“Yeah?” I press my knee against his on purpose this time, reassuring him wordlessly that whatever’s making him nervous is probably fine. Hell, my confession about edging porn didn’t ruin our budding friendship, and whatever’s on his mind can’t be any more embarrassing than that.
He gulps down a little more of his beer, his throat bobbing with his swallows. Is the soft bulge of his cock between his legs more noticeable than usual or is this another symptom of my overly horny brain?
“I was wondering about that edging thing you were talking about. The channel or whatever?” His tone is gruff, and the shock of him asking about the edging porn when it wasjuston my mind has my adrenaline surging, making my heart race and my cock swell unexpectedly.
“Uh… yeah.” I yank my hat off and run my fingers through my hair, then stuff it back onto my head. “I can send you the link. It’s… There’s just a dude in the videos though,” I warn him, just in case he missed that part last time. “But it’s not likewatching a guy jerk off.” I scramble to explain again. “There’s these prompts that pop up on the screen and you both follow along with them. In my head it’s more of a contest to see if I can outlast him… except he alwaysmakes it to the end, so I guess it’s kind of a shitty contest.” I laugh awkwardly, dropping my hand over my lap to hide the fact that my dick is fully hard now, tenting the front of my shorts.
AJ huffs what sounds like a laugh and closes his thighs a little, his hand falling over his lap in a similar position to mine.Is he getting hard too? Fuck, that’s kind of hot. Not in a gay way, but just in the way that people being horny is always hot. Like it reminds your body that orgasms are awesome or some shit.
“Is it fucked up that the competitive part of my brain is totally into the idea of turning it into an actual competition?” His lips twitch and he glances at me out of the corner of his eye.
I’m facing the TV, but I couldn’t tell you the score right now if my life depended on it. I’m too distracted by the effort of trying not to grab my dick and the energized buzz building inside of me. Nerves? More adrenaline? Just plain-ass horniness?
