But I’m not gay.
“Your dick is hard,” he mutters, his hot breath on my bare flesh making my dick jolt in response.
“Natural response when being touched,” I growl back.
“It’s either you or Dante.” He licks his lips, inching my shorts down. “At least you won’t tell anyone.”
Gritting my teeth, I watch in fascination as he drags my shorts down my thighs. My dick heavy and throbbing bobs out, jutting at him.
“You disgust me,” I blurt out.
He flinches at my words. At my lies. He doesn’t disgust me. He confuses the fuck out of me.
“Do it,” I growl. “You want practice? You want experience? Suck it. I can’t promise I’ll come and I certainly won’t like it.”
Liar, liar.
My cum glistens at the tip of my cock.
“I’ll probably suck at it,” he mutters, his hand gently wrapping around my length, sending a spark of electricity up my spine.
“I think that’s the purpose.”
I snap my eyes closed because it feels good. But it’s just a physiological response. When someone grabs your dick, you like it. No matter who they are. He strokes me in an expert way that has me letting out a small groan.
Don’t look at him.
Pretend this is Ivy.
A warm tongue circles my tip and I suck in a harsh breath. When he makes a sound of pleasure, I can’t help but reopen my eyes and stare down at him. His full pink lips encircle my thickness and he slides down.
Fuck, this feels good.
He strokes me firmly while he bobs up and down my shaft. The tip of my cock presses against the back of his throat and he gags. Hot saliva runs down the underside of my dick to my balls. His teeth scrape along my flesh when he pulls back some to gasp for air, but then he’s back to it. Pressing further. Harder. He’s trying so hard. He wants me to like it.
Holy shit, I’m going to come.
“Penn,” I warn, my voice hoarse.
He grips my thigh and takes me deeper. A hum rumbles from his throat. I fucking lose it. My nuts seize up and I come without warning. Heat floods through me as I release. His throat tightens around me as he swallows it down. I nearly black out from pleasure. My legs shake wildly. He pulls away and carefully puts my shorts back into place. I’m stunned and have no words.
I just allowed my best friend to suck me off.
I liked it. No, I loved it.
Fuck.
He stands and surprises me when he hugs me. His face presses to my neck.
“Thank you, Cope.”
I relax and hug him back. “Someone has to teach you and it sure as hell won’t be Dante.” My words are breathy and I sound like a damn girl.
“What if I need to practice again?” he asks, his breath hot on my neck.
“You practice on me.”
I should have said a million other things besides that. Not an invitation to suck my dick whenever. No big deal.
No, it’s a big deal. Huge fucking deal.
“You’re not fucking me,” I warn. I need to draw some sort of line in the sand.
He laughs and it vibrates through me. “I don’t know much, but the cravings I have put me on bottom, Cope, not on top. If anyone’s fucking anyone, it’s you fucking me.”
I shove him away but can’t help but laugh because he’s messing with me. I think. “I’m not fucking you either,” I tell him.
It’s not a lie.
But the images inside my head are all true.
Him beneath me. My dick deep inside his ass. His tongue kissing me expertly like he just worked over my dick.
I’m. Not. Gay.
My dick hardens in my shorts, disagreeing completely with me.
“Go home, Penn.”
But he doesn’t go home. He just crawls into my bed and passes the fuck out.
The thumping in my chest is nearly painful, but seeing him sleeping so peacefully brings relief. A relief I can’t make sense of. I quickly clean up our mess, flick off the lights, and join him.
He snuggles against me, wrapping his heavy arm across my chest.
Do I push him away?
Fucking no. I just run my fingers through his hair until I fall asleep too.
“We’re going to be late,” I remind him for the tenth time as I watch him in the mirror from his bathroom doorway.
He fucks with his hair some more, his brow lifting as he inspects his handiwork. School will start any minute and we’re going to be late because Penn is fussing over his damn hair.
“It looks fine,” I grumble.
He turns to regard me. “I’m not going for fine. I’m going for hot.”
I let out a snort, grabbing the top of the doorframe before leaning into the bathroom. “Who do you need to look hot for?”
His smirk tells me everything. For me. He wants to look hot for me. I’d be lying if I said that pisses me off. In fact, I’m relieved. If he’d said Dante, I would’ve probably gotten mad. Dante will just use him. He doesn’t care about Penn like I do. He doesn’t have an entire lifetime of history with him. I let Penn suck me off to practice or whatever, and I don’t plan on telling a soul. His secrets are safe with me.