Page 66 of Still Bruised
It appeared Jude fought a smile, but he couldn’t be sure. “It was fine.”
“What can I do better next time?”
“I came, didn’t I?” Jude asked as he tugged his jeans back up his hips. He waved a hand, signaling Foster to stand. “You did fine.”
Foster had lived through too many silent, cold fucks in his life. He’d told himself they were fine. They would have to suffice.Now that he was free, fine wasn’t going to cut it. Especially not when it came to Jude.
Fine wouldn’t keep him around for very long.
“If you tell me what you like, I can do it better next time,” Foster said.
Jude shoved a palm in the middle of Foster’s chest and pushed him backwards. “Stop being a little suck up.”
Foster stumbled a bit, but Jude steadied him, continuing to push him out of the kitchen and into the living room. He’d left the futon down, the sheets unmade, when he’d left in the morning. When the backs of his legs hit it, he fell on his backside onto the soft cushion.
“Do you have condom and lube?” Jude asked.
“Ummm,”Foster frowned a second. “No.” His mind raced. He didn’t want Jude to leave because he was unprepared. “I can run down to the pharmacy. It would only take me a m?—”
“Were you always this much of a kiss ass?”
Foster stared, need pulsing through him. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Jude met his stare.
A memory hit. “No, wait, I do. I have some.” He pointed to the dresser where a gift basket sat. “Cary gave me that welcome basket as a joke. It has a box of condoms in it. And I think some lube, too.”
“All hail Cary,” Jude muttered before walking over. He tore open the plastic wrapping the basket and its contents. Instead of goingfor the condoms and lube, he dragged out the monster dildo that had held up the center of the goodies.
“You use these?” Jude asked, one brow raised as he lifted it.
The soft silicone bent and bobbed, the head spinning.
“No,”Foster said, his face warming. “And even if I did, that thingis huge.”
“Not that big,” Jude said, eyeing it. He tossed it over a shoulder, and it hit the floor with a solid thud. “I’ve had bigger.”
Foster chuckled, sure that wasn’t true.
Jude found the box of condoms and ripped it open. Once he had a strip of them and a bottle of lube freed, he returned to the bed. “And he didn’t go cheap. Cary got you the good stuff. You’d best thank him for the gift.” He stared at Foster. “Are you just going to lay there or are you going to get naked?”
Foster kicked off his shoes and tore his hoodie over his head. He yanked down his sweatpants, thankful he’d been lazy and skipped the boxer briefs. Once his socks were off, he lay back on the futon and stared up at Jude, who was still fully dressed.
Jude surveyed Foster’s body, looking him up and down, before he dropped the lube and the condoms on the edge of the bed. He kicked off his shoes and slowly pulled his hoodie over his head, baring the firm chest and big biceps that had first attracted Foster at the party. Foster watched each motion and the ripple of muscles, his dick getting harder by the second. Jude had been a pretty thin guy in high school. There hadn’t been much muscle at all. Now he was nearing bear proportions.
Foster chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Jude snapped, narrowing his eyes, his hands frozen on the waistband of his jeans.
“You were a small guy in high school. I never expected you to end up like this.”
“Like what?”Jude asked, unsmiling.
“Big. Buff.” Foster said, gripping the base of his cock with a fist. He added a breathless,“Gorgeous”,too.
Jude seemed to relax, the scowl on his face fading a bit. He jerked down his jeans and stepped out of them and his briefs. Once Jude was fully naked, Foster allowed himself a good look. The only light came from the kitchenette, but it was still better than the red parlor. Foster stroked himself, the anticipation of what was coming pulsed in his veins and made it harder to breathe. He knew what it felt like to be with Jude.
If that night was anything like their previous one, he was in for a wild ride.
