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Alexgazes at me with confusion when I meet him back at our table. He’s sweaty, butsober. He’s been dancing all evening too. “I told you I can grab a cab home.Don’t ditch her on my account.”
“I’mnot interested. You ready to bail?”
“Sure.”He shrugs, and we head home.
Alexlaughs and plunks himself on the couch when I pull a bottle of bourbon out ofthe cabinet. “Party’s not over?”
“Beawhile before I can do this again.” I pour us both a tumbler full and set thebottle between us on the coffee table. We drink in relative silence until Alexturns to me. “Why didn’t you bring that chick home? You never pass up anopportunity.”
“Justnot my type,” I lie, throwing back the rest of my drink. I should stop. I’m atmy limit for not waking up feeling like shit, and I’m going to get enough ofthat in a few days.
“Bullshit.”His eyes meet mine. I never really noticed their color before. Brown, but sortof golden. His eyelids droop a bit from all the alcohol. “You’re no different,Ian.”
“Youdon’t know that.”
“Dothey feel different to you? Different from each other?”
“Ihaven’t checked,” I admit, and shock registers on his face.
“Areyou serious?”
Inod, and he sighs. “I wasn’t fucking with you before when I said I’ve seen andfelt enough to know the difference. Well, yeah, I was, but if you’re thatconcerned, just let me see.”
“Youjust want me to whip them out?” I laugh.
“It’snot like I’ve never seen you naked.”
He’sgot a point, but catching a glance when I leave the shower or pass out naked inbed isn’t the same. Still, I’d feel better if someone could tell me they don’tlook fucked up. There’s no one but Everly I trust more than Alex, and I’m notgoing to her.
“It’snot like I’m going to scream ‘I’ve seen Killian’s cock’ from the rooftop,” heteases, trying to make the moment a little less awkward.
Leaningback, I shove my pants and boxers down. “I’m going to blame the alcohol forthis tomorrow,” I chuckle.
“Whatevermakes you feel better.” Alex turns and gazes down at me for a long second. “Ican see your scar, but that will fade. I swear, Ian, they look a littleswollen, but fine.” When I go to yank my pants up, he stops me. “Feel them. Setyour mind at ease.”
Ishould. I know I should, but I can’t, especially with him watching. I try topull my pants up again and his hand lands softly on my balls, slipping under tocup them. “Shit, Alex.” Gently, he kneads and caresses each one, comparingthem.
Mycock reacts instantly, growing faster than it did with the bar girl rubbingagainst me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. There’s no way he can miss itsince it’s pointing straight at him. His eyes meet mine as he slowly moves hishand up my balls, watching to see if I’ll stop him from touching my cock. Whyaren’t I stopping him? I should be stopping him.
“You’reperfect, Ian,” he whispers. “You have nothing to worry about.” He grips thebase and leisurely strokes up then down. His hand is large and a little rough,so different from the small, soft, female hands I’m used to.
“Alex,I can’t,” I groan, but my head tumbles back, and my eyes fall shut in response.
“Tellme to stop and I will,” he breathes, his hand working faster. God, it feels toofucking good. I can’t say stop. The word just won’t come out. I’m not used togoing this long without sex or beating off, and my body takes over. My hipslift into his strokes while my breathing accelerates, growing hot in my throat.
“God,Ian, you have no idea how bad I want to suck you, but I don’t think you’reready for that. I’m going to make you come, though.”
Ican’t resist a peek at him. Blond curls lank with sweat, golden eyes full ofdesire. He’s fucking beautiful. Why didn’t I notice that before? A tinglingsensation starts at the base of my spine and I gasp, “Going to come. Oh fuck.”I barely get the words out before I’m overcome with sweet relief and mindblowing pleasure.
Doubtand shame rush in when my head clears. Shit. I let Alex jerk me off. I came onhis damn hand. The look on my face must betray my anxiety. “It’s okay,” hemurmurs, and pulls my boxers over my deflating dick. I quickly pull up my pantswhile he rinses off his hand. When he returns, he pours us another drink andrelaxes beside me. “We can blame that on the alcohol too,” he says.
Mylaugh turns into a snort, which makes us laugh even more.
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Everly’svoice wakes me. “This looks familiar. Get up, slut puppy.” The vibration whenshe kicks the bed rattles my head. Damn it, I drank too much. An image ofAlex’s hand around my cock flashes through my brain. Shit. Did I really dothat? I’ve never done anything like it, never been into men. I can’t process itright now with Ev grinning at me.
Sittingup, I scrub my face with my hands, then look down. At least I’m wearingunderwear. “Do you mind?” I mutter, reaching for a pair of jeans beside my bed.
