“I asked you a question,” Nick said flatly.
“I don’t like your tone,” Tyler said, trying to hide his discomfort. “I’m your best mate, remember?”
A crooked, bitter smile appeared on Nick’s lips. “But you don’t want your best mate.” His hand slipped down to Tyler’s ass and squeezed, making Tyler stare at him in shock. Nick watched him with dark, inscrutable eyes. “All you want is cock. You’re nothing but a cock slut.”
“You’re going to get punched if you don’t cut it out,” Tyler said, glowering at him. For some mysterious reason, he had a boner, but that was totally irrelevant.
Nick smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. “Remember that porn we once stole from your cousin when we were thirteen? About a pretty blond girl who spent all her time on her back. She was always desperate for it, her pussy wet and swollen all the goddamn time. She let anyone with a cock fuck her. She didn’t care if it was a mail boy, or a pizza guy, or her teacher—it didn’t matter, as long as she had a long, fat cock in her.”
Tyler licked his dry lips, his heart pounding. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Nick looked him in the eye and pressed his fingers against Tyler’s crack, the pressure maddening even through the denim. “You’re just like her. A cock slut. All you want is cock. I bet if you had a pussy, you would be dripping all the time.”
A small whine left Tyler’s lips. He stared at Nick, wide-eyed.
Nick studied him for a moment, his gaze dark and assessing. Then he slipped his finger under Tyler’s jeans and stroked lightly over Tyler’s sensitive hole. Nick’s nostrils flared. “See? You’re fucking wet.”
Spluttering, Tyler glared at him. So he’d prepped himself while he waited for Greg. It didn’t—it didn’t make him wet. What was Nick playing at?
“Look at you,” Nick said, rubbing his finger over his hole. “You’re all wet and eager already and I barely touched you.” Nick pushed a finger in and Tyler shuddered, his hole clenching around it.
“Do you want my cock in your pussy?”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Tyler said weakly, even though his body was pushing back onto Nick’s finger. Fuck, he’d never felt so desperate for anything in his life and so freaked out at the same time. This was Nick’s finger in his asshole. For some reason, it seemed more taboo than having Nick’s cock in him. This was dirty, and wrong, and gay.
Nick leaned in and murmured into his ear, “Do you want my cock in your cunt, Ty?”
“Fuck you,” Tyler said, but it came out as a moan. He didn’t understand why Nick was doing it, why he was being so mean to him, why he was saying those things—things that went straight to his cock, for some stupid reason.
“Look how wet you are for me,” Nick said, slipping his other hand between them and touching the damp spot on Tyler’s jeans where he was leaking pre-come. He started stroking Tyler’s cock weirdly, as if it were…as if it were a clit.
Tyler pressed his forehead against Nick’s shoulder, his breathing harsh and his heart pounding. He didn’t know why this was turning him on. He wasn’t a woman. He didn’t have a goddamn pussy. He was a guy. A straight guy. This shouldn’t be so damn arousing.
Nick pulled his finger out.
Tyler whined. “Nick.”
“Want my cock?”
“Please.”
Nick’s teeth grazed against his ear. “Do you want it in your cunt?”
Tyler bit his lip, hard. He refused to say that. “Why are you being such a prick?”
“Do you want my cock in your cunt?” Nick said again, harder, pushing his finger against Tyler’s perineum.
“Yes!” Tyler snapped. He was totally going to get back at Nick for this—after Nick finally gave him what he wanted.
“Then be a good girl: lose your clothes, get on that bed, and spread your legs for me.”
Flushed from humiliation and anger—and ridiculous arousal—Tyler did as he was told.
Stretched out on the bed, he watched Nick undress unhurriedly, his hooded eyes on Tyler’s naked body. There was still something dark and unfamiliar in his gaze, that mean edge that made Tyler both nervous and horny as hell.
Tyler licked his lips as Nick removed his jeans and his cock sprang free. His mouth watered at the sight of it. Shit, he wanted to suck it.
But Nick didn’t let him. Naked, he walked to the nightstand and reached for the supplies Tyler had put there. Rolling on the condom, Nick looked at him, his gaze roaming over Tyler’s naked body unashamedly.
At that moment, Tyler realized that Nick was done playing the role of an indulgent best friend. Nick was done treating him with kid gloves. Nick was angry enough not to care about Tyler’s reservations about gay sex. Nick was just going to take what he was offering.