Authors: Jay Northcote
the house to them selves. During the week there was usually som eone else
around.
Jez had been out for a run in the early evening and cam e back to
find Mac in the living room working on another assignm ent—one that Jez
had finished in the library at lunchtim e.
“Do y ou need any help with it?” Jez offered.
“No thanks. I’m nearly finished, but if y ou don’t m ind reading it
through for m e once I’m done, that would be cool. Check I haven’t said
any thing stupid.”
Once Jez had showered and eaten, Mac was packing his books away.
“Do y ou still want m e to read it?”
“Yeah, cheers.”
Jez sat on the sofa with Mac’s laptop. He m ade a few com m ents in
the m argin as he went.
“Looks good,” he said when he got to the end. “But—”
Mac groaned. “I knew there’d be a but.”
Jez grinned. “Nothing m aj or. I fixed a few ty pos and left y ou som e
notes. I j ust reckon it would flow better if y ou changed the order of y our
paragraphs. It m akes m ore sense that way. And y ou could develop y our
conclusion a little m ore, perhaps.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Mac spent another half hour reworking it. When he was finally done,
he j oined Jez on the sofa to watch TV. He offered Jez a beer again, and
Jez accepted.
“Cheers. I’ll get som e next weekend,” Jez prom ised. Now he’d cut
right down on his spending, he could stretch to a few cheap drinks at the
weekend.
There was a film j ust starting—som e Am erican cop dram a that Jez
had never heard of.
They watched the film as they worked their way through a couple
of beers. Despite the action on the screen, Jez was distracted. His m ind
kept wandering back to the conversation they ’d had last weekend. Since
then, Mac had been in Jez’s thoughts m ore than he was com fortable with.
Given his sexual history, Jez had alway s known he was capable of
getting off with guy s. But when he was at school, he had figured it was
about availability. Having another willing person to lend a helping hand—
or occasionally a m outh if y ou were lucky —m ade sense in the all-m ale
environm ent where he had spent his adolescence. Lock hundreds of
teenage boy s together in a boarding school and gay stuff was going to
happen som etim es. But doing it didn’t m ean y ou were gay. Jez was
definitely interested in girls too, so once he was old enough to have a little
m ore freedom and opportunity, he’d focused on them instead and
relegated his sam e-sex adventures to past experience. He had alway s
reckoned he wouldn’t m ind experim enting with a guy again if the
occasion arose, but he hadn’t given it a lot of thought.
Now it was all he could think about. Som ething about last Saturday
night had flipped a switch in Jez’s brain, and he was looking at Mac in a
whole new way.
Mac drained his second beer, unaware that Jez was watching him .
Jez’s ey es tracked the bob of Mac’s throat as he swallowed, then dropped
down to study Mac’s strong, long-fingered hand where it curled loosely
around the em pty can.
“Want another one?” Mac asked.
Jez tore his gaze away from Mac’s hand and up to m eet his ey es. “If
y ou’re sure y ou don’t m ind?” Jez had drunk fast tonight, and he was
enj oy ing the buzz of the alcohol. Apart from last Saturday, he had hardly
drunk for a couple of weeks and relished the fam iliar tendrils of warm
relaxation that crept through his sy stem .
When Mac returned with m ore beer, the fem ale undercover cop in
the film was getting it on with som e bloke she was try ing to get
inform ation from .
“Whoa, she’s hot,” Mac said appreciatively as he took his place next
to Jez again.
“She really is.” Jez watched, transfixed, as the wom an on the screen
kissed her way down the guy ’s chest, her hair falling over her face in a
curtain that hid the guy ’s crotch as she m oved lower still, keeping it
respectable enough for the censors. But Jez’s brain filled in the gaps, and
by the tim e the cam era cut to the guy ’s face, Jez’s dick was growing hard,
and his cheeks flushed hot as arousal swept through him in a heady rush.
“Nice,” Mac said. His voice had a rough edge to it.
A m ovem ent in Jez’s peripheral vision m ade him glance sideway s in
tim e to see Mac adj usting him self.
“Yeah.” Jez looked away quickly, j ust in tim e to catch the expression
of ecstasy on the actor’s face before it faded to black.
Fuck.
Jez was so turned on. He alm ost wished Mac had gone out, because
then Jez could have got his dick out right then and had the wank he was
desperate for. He surreptitiously pressed his hand against his erection
through his trousers, biting the inside of his cheek and try ing not to give
him self away by breathing too hard. His m ind flashed back to a few
occasions at school where he and som e other boy s had j erked off
together—to sex scenes in film s or to porn.
Afterwards, Jez blam ed the alcohol for loosening his tongue,
because he didn’t think about it before he spoke. The words tum bled out
before he could stop them .
“Man, I’m seriously horny now. Have y ou got any decent porn on
that laptop?”
“Huh?” Mac snapped his head around to m eet Jez’s gaze. Jez’s heart
pounded erratically, but his dick was still standing to attention. “What…
y ou m ean, y ou want to wank in here? Now? Wouldn’t that be weird?” Mac
sounded seriously freaked out.
Jez backtracked quickly, cheeks hot. “It doesn’t have to be weird. I’ve
done it before with guy s at school, and it’s never been a big deal. But don’t
worry about it. I’ll go and watch m y own stash instead. But I need
som ething soon, ’cause I’m gonna explode after watching that sex
scene.”
Jez was expecting an instant no from Mac. He wouldn’t have blam ed
him . A lot of guy s wouldn’t be into what Jez was suggesting. Jez’s heart
still thum ped hard, but his arousal didn’t abate despite his anxiety. He was
shocked by how m uch he wanted this.
Mac bit his lip and frowned. “Seriously. You’ve done that?”
Jez shrugged, try ing to look nonchalant. “Yeah. Like I said, it was no
big deal. Just guy s m essing around.”
Mac stared a m om ent longer, then he stood, and Jez’s heart sank as
he walked away. But Mac only went to fetch his laptop from the dining
table. He sat back down and then opened it and tapped in his password.
“What sort of stuff do y ou wanna watch?” Mac’s voice was gruff
and he focused on the screen rather than Jez.
Fuck. They were really going to do this, then.
“Uh, I don’t know. Whatever floats y our boat. I’m not that fussy.” It
was true. Jez’s tastes in porn were pretty eclectic. He couldn’t im agine
Mac watching any thing that wouldn’t do it for him .
“Okay.” Mac opened his bookm arks and clicked on som ething. “This
girl’s pretty hot.” He put the laptop down on the coffee table.
Jez picked up the TV rem ote, paused the film , and then m oved
closer to Mac so he could see the laptop screen better. Their thighs
touched, and the warm th of Mac’s leg, even through lay ers of clothing,
set Jez’s nerve endings alight.
There was an awkward silence as they started watching the action
on the screen. It was a straight-down-to-business kind of scene: no
distracting story line, backing m usic, or bad acting. There was sim ply a
sexy girl in office clothes and a guy in a suit kissing and undressing each
other. The only sounds were the rustle of their clothes and the wet noises
of kissing. Jez was aware of the sound of his own breath and of Mac next
to him . Neither of them m ade a m ove to do any thing, but Jez was
painfully turned on, and sitting here in uncom fortable silence, watching
porn and not j erking off, was getting seriously awkward. Som eone had to
get this party started, and as it had been Jez’s suggestion in the first place,
he figured Mac was probably waiting for him to m ake the first m ove, so
to speak.
The girl dropped to her knees, and the guy ’s dick was front and
centre on the screen. Porn-star huge, of course, and rock-hard. Jez finally
gave in to the need for friction and started to rub his erection through the
soft, stretchy fabric of his j ogging bottom s as the girl licked up the
underside, and the guy on the screen groaned appreciatively. He
im agined how it would feel to have som eone doing that to him . It had
been way too long: weeks… m onths, even.
Mac shifted next to him , his elbow bum ping Jez’s ribs as his hand
started to m ove over the bulge in his j eans. Jez snuck a quick glance
sideway s. That couldn’t be com fortable. Mac’s dick m ust be trapped
behind the zip if he was properly hard now.
“Fuck it.” Jez pulled his cock out of his trousers and started stroking in
earnest, nearly groaning with relief as his hand finally gripped and slid
exactly as he wanted it. He let his head fall back and bit his lip, and his
ey es fluttered closed for a m om ent before he opened them again to
watch the action as the guy on the screen got his dick worshipped.
Mac froze beside him , his arm stilling for a m om ent, but Jez ignored
him . There was no way he was going to stop now. His hand felt too good,
and Mac had had plenty of chances to duck out. If he wasn’t going to j oin
in, that was his problem . He could watch Jez getting off. Jez was past
caring.
The sound of Mac’s zip and the rustle of clothing cut through the fog
of Jez’s arousal. Jez couldn’t help his gaze sliding sideway s again. It was
natural curiosity to want to see what Mac looked like hard. He’d seen him
naked once or twice—in changing room s or the showers at the gy m
where they worked out together som etim es—and he knew Mac had a
nice-looking dick even when it was soft.
“Wow.” Jez stared in disbelief. Big Mac certainly earned his
nicknam e.
“What?”
“You’re hung like a donkey.” Jez stared, an uncom fortable m ix of
envy and arousal flaring in the pit of his belly.
“You’re supposed to be watching the porn, not m e,” Mac said, but he
sounded am used rather than uncom fortable and his hand m oved on his
cock, sliding slowly up and down, pulling the foreskin back to expose the
dark pink head.
“I’m j ust checking out the com petition.” Jez reluctantly tore his gaze
away and looked back at the screen, where the guy ’s rather less
fascinating cock was still getting worked over by the girl.
After that, they stopped talking. The silence was only punctuated by
the occasional m oan or “Yeah baby ” from the laptop, the rasp of their
own breathing, and the sound of skin-on-skin.
Jez was achingly aware of every part of him that was in contact
with Mac: the press of his thigh, the bum p of Mac’s elbow against his arm .
Jez couldn’t resist sneaking the occasional look sideway s. Mac’s dick was
fascinating in its thick perfection. The sound of Mac’s hand on it was
getting louder—sticky, wet sounds as he obviously got closer to com ing.
Jez was close, too, but he didn’t want to be distracted by his own orgasm .
He wanted to see Mac com e first.
Jez had no clue what was happening on the laptop screen any longer.
He was far too focused on Mac, on the sounds he was m aking and the
feel of his m ovem ents so close to Jez’s body. Even when he looked at the
screen, it could have been Match of the Day for all he cared. Finally Mac
gasped and stiffened, and Jez turned to watch as Mac cam e. Mac
hunched forward, biting back a m oan and catching his spunk in the palm
of his free hand.
That was all it took for Jez. The sight of Mac com ing and the little
sounds he m ade tipped Jez over into blissful release.
“Fuck, y es,” he hissed, gaze still fixed on Mac’s dick as he shot all
over his T-shirt, too lost in the pleasure to care about m aking a m ess. He
collapsed back, closing his ey es and panting as the waves of his clim ax
receded.
The sofa shifted as Mac m oved beside him , and then the sound of
the porn on the laptop stopped as the lid clicked shut.
“Bollocks,” Mac m uttered.
Jez opened his ey es to see Mac staring at the sticky m ess in his left
hand.
Jez chuckled. “We didn’t plan this very well.” He tucked his cock
away, then sat up and stripped off his T-shirt. “Here.” He passed it to