“Sorry it’s taking so long,” Max added.
“It’s not your fault there’s a closed lane.” As far as Jeremy could see, the 400 northbound was a parking lot, and they didn’t seem any closer to where the bottleneck actually was. “Trust me, it’ll be worth sitting in traffic all day not to be stuck alone.”
Max smiled. “I’m glad you’re coming. It’ll be fun. We’re big on Christmas.”
“I bet it’ll be nice on a maple syrup farm with the trees and snow.”
“It’s peak winter wonderland. We’ve never really been into the religious part of the holiday, but lights and decorations and cookies and all that? Hell yeah.”
“Didn’t you say you went to Catholic school?”
“Yeah, but just because that school board has a better rep in our area. In Ontario, there’s the public school board and the Catholic one, and you can go to either for free. So it’s not a big religious statement like it would be paying for a private school. I mean, my parents were both Catholic and I was baptized and all that. I went through the motions, mostly for my grandparents. My mom’s parents were really into it, especially after she died. They’ve passed away now.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Max shifted with an exasperated sigh, his thigh pressing harder against Jeremy’s. “Sorry. I swear seats get smaller as most of us get bigger.”
“Uh-huh!” Whole leg tingling from the contact, Jeremy willed himself not to pop a boner.
“Wanna watch a movie?” At Jeremy’s nod, Max stood and grabbed his tablet from his duffel in the overhead. He logged into the wifi and passed Jeremy one of his earbuds before propping the tablet on his meaty thigh.
They went with a brainless action movie, and Jeremy was glad there wasn’t a ton of plot he had to pay attention to. Their legs were still pressed together, and now their shoulders too as Jeremy leaned in a bit to see the screen.
Oh my God, he smells amazing.
There was that faint whiff of coconut. Jeremy wanted to rub himself all over Max. Wanted to climb over his lap the way he had in his room and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. It was like a genie had escaped its bottle and every nerve ending felt like a live wire. Could you die from being horny?
Because Jeremy had thought he was horny before, but now?
He gulped from his water bottle and reminded himself that he needed to keep it in his pants until after the holidays. He and Max were currently just friends. Although it would be amazing if said friend sucked him off again, Jeremy couldn’t deny it.
He shifted in his seat remembering the incredible sensations. He’d fantasized and jerked off, but the real thing was…wow. The pressure and wet heat felt better than he’d imagined.
He’d given a hand job and received a blow job. Tick and tick. Jeremy was pretty sure the first time wasn’t supposed to be that incredible, but maybe good things came to those who waited. He snorted at his own corny pun.
“What?” Max asked with a puzzled smile.
Jeremy blinked at the screen, where a car was screeching around the corner of a narrow European cobblestone street. “Oh, just how unrealistic movies can be.”
“Yeah, the torque would be way too much.”
“Yep.” Jeremy had no clue about cars, but that sounded reasonable.
Max watched more of the movie as the bus crawled along while Jeremy tried to refrain from humping Max’s leg on the Greyhound. He stared blankly at the screen, replaying the sex they’d had on a loop in his mind.
They’d dozed on Jeremy’s tiny bed, and Max hadn’t minded that he drooled on his chest. Then they’d ordered pizza, played a hilariously bad football game online, and had orgasms again. That time they’d started making out before Max had taken their shafts in his big hand and rubbed them off together before he left Jeremy to study because they were both annoyingly responsible.
Being next to Max again, Jeremy was dying to kiss him. He’d gone from his first kiss to shared orgasms to just being friends again so quickly his head was spinning. Honestly, he still felt like a virgin. There was so much more he was dying to explore.
He’d always thought of his virginity in terms of being penetrated. Probably because of what society made him think and also because that’s what he fantasized about the most. What would it be like if Max fucked him? He’d touched Max’s cock, and maybe he’d imagined a few times since what it would be like to have it inside him.
Maybe a few dozen times. Or a hundred. Whatever.
It would hurt, no question. Jeremy had fingered himself but never had the guts to try anything bigger. Yeah, it would hurt, but he could imagine how good it would feel eventually. How Max would be gentle at first, but maybe eventually he’d fuck Jeremy with more force. Bend him over and take him hard, stretch him open with his dick and have control—