My Wicked Trainers (A Club Wicked Spring Fling) (2 page)

Fuck if that wasn’t one of the most erotic things he’d ever thought about. He imagined what it would be like to have Rory standing next to him while a girl sucked them off at the same time, their hard pricks rubbing in the hot, wet confines of her mouth. A forbidden and taboo pleasure that made his nuts draw up tight. Rory had gone quiet, and when Liam stole a glance at him out of the corner of his eye, he almost choked. Rory had pulled his dick and balls out and was caressing his very long erection. He’d squeeze his shaft at the base and slowly slide his hand up, pausing every now and then to rub his balls. Unable to help himself, Liam turned to watch Rory, far more interested in the real-life porn going on in front of him. The alcohol flooding his system made him feel reckless, bold even, but he kept his hands to himself as he watched Rory jack off.

Either Rory didn’t notice or he was ignoring him. His friend kept his gaze on the screen while he continued to pleasure himself. An uncomfortable but amazingly strong urge came over Liam to reach out and put his hand over Rory’s, to help his friend rub his cock. His dick felt like it was going to explode, and he reached beneath the pillow, trying to give his throbbing prick some relief.

On the screen the woman was trying to shove two pricks into her mouth at once. The sight of those two slippery shafts being stroked by her tongue made Liam groan. What would it feel like to come at the same time as Rory and watch their girl trying to catch it all in her mouth?

Rory looked over and laughed. “Man, you can lose that pillow. I’m not a poofter or anything, but if you want to rub one out while watching this, be my guest. Just make sure not to make a mess. I’m not cleaning your spunk out of the carpet.”

Giving a strained laugh, Liam removed the pillow. His friend made a low grunt when Liam gripped his shaft through his thin silky shorts and squeezed. Either of them could go to their room to finish themselves off, but Liam didn’t want to go for a variety of reasons he’d rather not acknowledge at the moment. Rubbing his thumb over the head of his dick through his loose shorts, he fondled his balls with the other. His prick ached for more, so before he could second-guess himself, Liam jerked his shorts down around his hips enough to pull out his throbbing cock.

“Damn, that is one thick prick. Bet the girls love it.”

Feeling bold, drunk, and reckless, Liam grinned. “They love it until I try to put it in their bum.”

“An arse man, are you? I haven’t had a girl that’ll do that for me yet.” Rory sighed and reached his hand under the band of his shorts, adjusting them around his balls. “I love a nice, hot pussy, so you can have her arse.”

Liam couldn’t think of anything to say about that so he just grunted in reply. Rory returned to watching the porn his breathing picking up as he began to stroke himself faster. Licking his lips, Liam gripped his erection with one hand and rubbed the little ridge under the head with the tips of his fingers of his other hand. It felt so fucking good he could come from that alone and had more than once. Keeping his touch light, teasing, Liam tried to resist spilling his seed.

In some drunk, daft way, he wanted to last longer than Rory.

His friend’s voice broke Liam’s focus on the screen. “Huh. Never tried that. Does it feel good?”

More aroused than embarrassed, Liam looked over at his best mate and continued to stroke his cock by just running his fingertips up and over the head, then down the thick vein on the underside. “Feels fucking awesome.”

“Really?” Rory gave his dick a hard squeeze, then let it go. The head bounced against his muscular stomach above his belly button. “How do you do it?”

Their gaze met, and Liam swore Rory was coming on to him. The other man’s blue eyes, bleached silver by the light of the telly, held an unmistakable sexual challenge. Rory’s lips parted, and he slowly licked his full lower lip. Now that Liam was really paying attention to his friend, he noticed how full and soft Rory’s lips looked and wondered what it would be like to feel the scruff of his stubble as they kissed. A rush of arousal went through him, and he had to squeeze the base of his erection to keep from coming.

“Well, you take your thumb and stroke here.” Liam turned so Rory could see, telling himself that he was just helping a friend learn a new technique, not flirting. The porn continued to roll along on the screen, but Liam only vaguely noted that the woman was now being fucked in the pussy and arse at the same time, the men’s balls slapping against each other as they pounded her good.

Rory turned as well and put one of his legs up on the couch, his knee almost touching Liam’s hip. He watched Liam jerk off and began to copy his movements. Soon enough they were matching strokes, two hands moving at the same speed. Liam had to grit his teeth as a big drop of precum gathered on the tip of Rory’s dick. He wanted to touch it, maybe lick it, but didn’t dare. Instead he gathered the precum from his own slit and smeared it on his dick, making his hand glide.

With a low groan, Rory did the same. He looked up and noticed Liam watching him. Embarrassment heated Liam’s cheeks at being so openly caught gawking, but the desire was back in Rory’s gaze. They looked into each other’s eyes as they neared their peak, and Liam had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning as lust roared through his veins.

“Try this,” Rory said in a husky voice. He began to twist his wrist as he went from base to tip, his eyes almost shutting in pleasure. “So fucking good.”

Liam tried it and let out a low growl.

It did feel so fucking good.

All too soon the soft burn began in the base of his spine, a signal that his orgasm was approaching. Biting the inside of his cheek, he pulled his hand away, not wanting Rory to see him spurt all over the place. His dick weaved and bobbed as his pelvic muscles contracted at the sight of his friend’s balls drawing up tight.

“Don’t stop,” Rory said in a deep, commanding voice. “I want to see you come.”

A streak of defiance went through Liam. They’d always been competitive, and old habits died hard. “No, you come first.”

Rory gave him a savage grin. “No way.”

With his own orgasm hovering on the brink, Liam was desperate with the need to come. Not giving himself time to think, to even consider what he was doing, he moved nearer to Rory so that their knees were touching. Their pricks were close enough that their knuckles occasionally brushed as they jerked off. His friend stiffened, and his breath came out in a harsh gasp. Once again their gazes locked, and each man tried to stare down the other.

Liam fucked his fist, wanting to come so bad. “Together.”

It wasn’t a question but rather a command. Rory briefly snarled at him, then nodded. He scooted closer to Liam and threw his leg over Liam’s hip. Their balls brushed, and Liam almost went blind with pleasure. Each man hunched forward, and their knuckles dragged against each other’s cocks.

“Gonna come,” Rory whispered and closed his eyes, his back arching and his hand moving in a blur.

Liam let go and roared as the first stream of seed pulsed from his dick, shooting against Rory’s chest. It looked so fucking good there, and the sight triggered another blast and then another, each intense enough to make him grunt and strain.

With a low moan, Rory came, rubbing his thumb over the mushroom cap of his dick, smearing the creamy seed as it gently pulsed out of his cock.

The last shudder of his orgasm spun through him like a shot of good whiskey, and Liam groaned. Embarrassment filled the void left by his fleeting pleasure. Feeling like a pervert and incredibly ashamed, Liam stood and jerked his shorts up. Rory sat up as well and looked at his chest where Liam’s seed dripped down over his smooth muscles.

Humiliation and guilt soured Liam’s stomach, flooding him with a terrible despair. He moved off the couch and quickly shoved his still-erect dick back into his shorts. “I’m not a faggot.”

Rory stared at him. “I never said you were.”

Shaking, his stomach clenching like he had to puke, Liam started for the front door. Rory stood from the couch, tucking his prick away. “Where are you going?”

“I can’t fucking be here. That was wrong. This is wrong.”

“Wait, just hold on—”

Before his friend finished his sentence, Liam fled the apartment as fast as he could. He slammed the door behind him and sprinted down the hallway as if he could run away from what just happened. He didn’t think Rory tried to follow him, but that didn’t stop Liam from taking the steps two at a time once he reached the public stairwell leading to the roof. When he reached the rooftop access, he almost jerked the door off its hinges, wanting the clean air to scour his mind and lungs.

So many negative emotions were spilling through his drunk head.

No one was up at the terrace this ungodly time of night, so he had the large patio with its wrought-iron furniture, padded lounge chairs, and massive planters filled with flowers all to himself. Slumping against the door, he looked down and scrubbed a hand over his face. What the fuck had just happened? And why did he want it to happen again? He groaned and repeatedly slammed his head on the closed door.

On one hand it was one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced, but on the other hand, it was with another fucking bloke. He wasn’t gay; he’d never been attracted to a man before. But fuck if the thought of Rory’s hand brushing Liam’s as they jerked off didn’t make his dick twitch.

He’d like to blame what happened on the alcohol, but that wasn’t true.

The truth was that he wanted to fuck another man.

Damn. His attraction to Rory upset his view of himself, changed who he thought he was. And if for whatever reason word got out to the rugby team that he and Rory were shagging, or, God forbid, his parents, his life would turn to shit real quick. He could just hear his very conservative father screaming about how he’d been taken over by the devil with unnatural lust. With only three hundred and twenty-eight people in his village, everyone knew everyone, and change came hard. Not only would he be ostracized, but his parents would become social pariahs as well.

He couldn’t do that to them.

Worse yet, Rory was his best friend in addition to being his roommate, and Liam didn’t want to lose that either. They were as close as brothers and knew each other’s families. Double fuck. His parents were coming into town next week to have dinner with Liam, and they would of course expect to have Rory come along. His mother adored Rory to the point where Liam wondered if she wasn’t having a cougar moment over his friend.

Great. Both he and his mother wanted to have sex with the same man.

Liam stumbled over to one of the padded lounge chairs and took a seat. Lying back, he stared up at the slowly lightening sky and wondered how the fuck he could fix this.

* * * *

The sound of birds woke Liam, and he groaned at the harsh light shining on his lids. Right now he didn’t give a fuck what had happened last night, he just wanted his bed. By the time he reached his apartment, his head throbbed and his mouth tasted terrible, like he’d eaten kitty litter before he passed out.

After making his unsteady way downstairs, he opened the door to their apartment as quietly as he could, but he shouldn’t have bothered. They had a dry-erase board next to the front door where they would leave each other messages. There was a note from Rory.

Liam, I’ll be back after lunch. We need to talk. Please don’t do anything crazy until I get back. You’re still my best mate.

Wondering what the other man meant by crazy, he was still relieved to see Rory wasn’t freaking out. Shit, he was handling this better than Liam was. Not surprising, really. Rory was always full of stories about the barmy, kinky stuff he’d done back in London. Liam had always dismissed it as boasting, but shit, maybe Rory
hadn’t
been lying about his sexual adventures.

Maybe Liam had just been too naive to see the truth of the other man’s words.

He tried to imagine some of the more outlandish tales of debauchery that Rory had told him, tried to really think about what his friend had said. Could Rory really have gone to a sex club on his eighteenth birthday and had an orgy with four women? When Liam had called him a liar, Rory had merely shrugged and given him a small smile instead of protesting. At the time, Liam had dismissed it as Rory just trying to one-up Liam’s tale about making out with two drunk girls at a party, but now he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been the one who was wrong. That Rory had indeed experienced all that kinky sex and Liam had just been too sheltered to see the truth in his friend’s words.

Liam slouched down the hall to his room, mentally and emotionally exhausted. After washing up, brushing his teeth, and downing a couple of aspirin with a big glass of water, he fell into his bed with a low sigh.

* * * *

At just after one p.m., a knock came from the front door. Liam looked up from the couch where he’d been trying to watch a rugby match to distract himself and swallowed hard. He’d been dreading this all morning, but at least Rory had wanted to talk to him in person. His friend wasn’t the kind of guy to avoid a problem.

Sure enough, when he opened the door, Rory stood on the other side, but he wasn’t alone. A very pretty girl from India that Liam had seen Rory hanging out with on campus a couple of times stood next to him. Dressed in a loose, flowing gold slip, she was as feminine as could be, and the material was sheer enough to show her nipples clearly. Shit, he was pretty sure her nipples were pierced. Evidently she didn’t believe in undergarments, and he tore his gaze away from the shadowed juncture of her thighs hidden beneath the flimsy material.

She had big, soft brown eyes, and something about her made him feel instantly protective. True, he’d always felt a need to take care of women, but this was different. More intense somehow. It was almost as if she gave off some kind of signal that she was more vulnerable than most women. More…feminine. It was in how she stood, the deferential tilt of her head, the way she couldn’t hold his gaze without blushing.

Rory lifted his chin and ran a possessive hand down the girl’s long black hair. “This is my girl, Susie. Can we come in?”