Just a Bit Gay (Straight Guys 9)

Averting his gaze, Tyler frowned. He thought Nick was being a little unfair to the guy.

It made him think of Miles’s words. Wanna bet how long the new bloke will last before Nick will find some fault in him and ditch him?

Could Miles be right? Had Nick always been that way and Tyler just hadn’t noticed? For someone who claimed to be looking for a serious relationship, Nick sure didn’t make much effort to understand any of the blokes he’d gone out with. It was weird. In Tyler’s experience, Nick was great at empathy. He read Tyler like a book, always attuned to his moods: like a few minutes ago, when Nick sensed his embarrassment and insecurity, he’d immediately stepped in, protective. It was weird that Nick showed none of that empathy toward people he was actually dating.

“He was just jealous,” Tyler said. “I get him.”

He could feel Nick’s eyes on his face. “What?”

Tyler hesitated. Fuck it, Nick was still his best mate. If he couldn’t be honest with his best mate, who could he be honest with?

Tyler met Nick’s gaze. “I felt jealous, too.”

Something shifted in Nick’s eyes, though his expression remained guarded. “Jealous?”

Tyler wet his lips. “I just…I seem to have developed a bit of a thing for you,” he said with a chuckle that sounded painfully awkward even to his ears. “Like, I’m sure it’s just a side effect of all the great sex—I’m sure it’ll pass—you know I’m straight—but I just…” He shrugged, looking at Nick helplessly. “I’m sorry. I know you said not to fuck with your head, but I’m so bloody confused, Nick.”

Nick sighed. “Ty…” He leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. It was probably intended to be a friendly, comforting peck, except Tyler totally ruined Nick’s good intentions by trembling and parting his lips eagerly.

He could feel Nick’s surprise, but Nick obliged him, kissing him for real, his hand burying in Tyler’s hair. Tyler sighed in bliss as Nick’s tongue slipped inside his mouth, Nick’s stubble scratching his chin and making him shiver. He sucked on Nick’s tongue hungrily, wrapping his arms around Nick’s waist and trying to pull him closer, pull him in. It felt like it had been months since they’d last kissed, not one day. He was so damn hungry for this he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Someone whistled. “Get a room, you two. There are kids here.”

“Come on,” Nick said hoarsely, steering him out of the crowded room.

Tyler couldn’t even bring himself to be freaked out by the scene they’d probably caused. The moment they got into Nick’s room, he shoved Nick against the door, pressing kisses all over Nick’s muscular throat, his hands roaming under his shirt, needing to get to skin. Mine. This is mine, you’re mine, mine mine mine. He all but tore Nick’s shirt off him, the buttons flying everywhere, and peppered his wide chest with kisses, inhaling greedily. Fuck, he smelled and felt so good. Tyler couldn’t wait to be naked under him.

He unzipped Nick’s fly and pulled out his hard cock, thick, long and mouthwatering. Tyler dropped to his knees and swallowed it greedily, making Nick groan above him. Tyler had always thought women faked it when they moaned around his cock. Now he couldn’t seem to stop making blissed out noises as he sucked Nick’s, his own cock hard and leaking in his jeans.

“You look so damn pretty with my cock in your mouth.” Nick’s fingers stroked Tyler’s hair, his sensitive ears, making his head spin. “So damn eager for it. You’re a fucking natural…such a slut for it. Are you wet from sucking me, sweetheart?”

Tyler moaned around the cock, his own cock twitching.

“Look at you,” Nick said, stroking his cheek—his own cock in Tyler’s mouth—and watching Tyler with dark, glassy eyes. “Fuck, I wanna come on your face. Can I do that, sweetheart?”

Tyler frowned but nodded. He felt a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get Nick inside him, but this was hot too, in a humiliating way.

“Don’t worry,” Nick said, wanking his cock over Tyler’s face. “I’m going to eat you out so good, suck on your clit for hours until you beg for my cock.”

Tyler shivered, parting his lips as thick jets of Nick’s come hit his face.

After a few minutes, Nick made good on his promise. He laid Tyler out on his bed and sucked on his cock for what felt like forever, all the while fingering and stretching his pussy for his cock.

Nick was hard again by the time Tyler started begging, fucking Nick’s face, the sounds leaving his mouth one long, continuous moan. “Pleasepleaseplease—need you…”

Nick flipped him onto his stomach and pushed inside him in a single powerful thrust, his breath unsteady against Tyler’s ear, his body heavy on top of him. Tyler groaned, absolutely loving the feeling. He didn’t know how he’d ever lived without it.