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“Right. Guess I’ll have to prove my theories for myself, because waiting for you to come clean is like asking Schwarzenegger to quit cheating.” Martin stepped against Jay, pressing him to the archway of the galley.

“What are you doing?” Jay asked nervously.

“What you
want
me to do.”

Jay had never given much thought to how sexy it was that Martin had five inches of height on Jay. Nor had he considered how it would make him feel to have Martin lean down those five inches into Jay’s personal space and cautiously press his full, wide mouth to his.

He’d never make that mistake again. Jay suspected he’d be giving a lot of thought to those specific details well into the night.

If it was a prank, it was brilliantly played. But the longer Martin held the kiss, the more Jay understood that pranking had nothing to do with this. Not unless Martin’s cock was in on the joke too, because it pressed insistently against Jay’s. That’s when Jay let himself believe, kiss back and tangle his fingers into Martin’s empty belt loops. It was a natural thing to pull once they were there. It was also natural to part his lips and breathe against Martin’s mouth.

Martin made a small “hnh” sound, slanted his head, and deepened the kiss. God, it changed everything.

The limited scope of football, guys' night out, chugging back a beer with his bros took on something fearfully richer. Was this kiss permission for a one-time experience or promise of being open to more?

Martin threaded his fingers through Jay’s hair as he rocked his hips to Jay’s. Kissing suddenly wasn’t enough.

Jay tore his mouth away. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Martin said, breathing as heavily as Jay.

Chapter Two

Martin clutched the front of Jay’s T-shirt and dragged him down the hall to his bedroom. Jay stumbled after him. Martin had unbalanced him in every way. When Jay tripped into the bedroom, Martin barely gave him a second before he pulled off Jay’s shirt.

“Get comfortable. This may not happen again if I wait for you to make the next move,” Martin muttered.

“You want this to happen again?” Jay asked, disbelieving.

“Hell yes, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Unlike some people I know.”

Jay looked up at Martin from under his brows. “You don’t even know if it’ll be any good yet.”

Martin scoffed. “Have you seen you? It’ll be good.”

Jay’s stomach somersaulted on the heated words. “When did this happen?”

Martin shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“No.”

Jay pulled off his jeans and underwear, waiting for Martin to catch up. He liked the look of his roommate. All lean muscle and long limbs, full pecs, and long narrow cock. He could hardly wait to feel that in his ass. It would probably slide in as gracefully as it looked.

They were built so differently. Where everything about Martin’s body was long and slim, Jay’s was stocky and thick. He topped at five feet, ten inches. His musculature was compact. He had wide, flat feet and a moderate length cock with enough girth to do him proud.

Except for that one appendage, he didn’t feel attractive next to Martin’s aristocratic lines.

“You’re staring again,” Martin noticed.

“I like the way you look,” Jay said, daring to confess his thoughts for the first time.

“I like the way you look, too.”

As if to prove it, Martin pulled Jay forward by the hips until he was close enough to kiss him again. Jay tilted his head back, accepting the sweet sweep of Martin’s perfect mouth on his. He groaned as Martin licked Jay’s bottom lip. And as Martin reached around Jay to grab his ass and stroke a hand slowly up his spine.

It was Jay who broke the kiss, pulling back to trade lips for jaw and collarbone. He tasted every warm inch of Martin’s flesh and giving him an impressive hickey where his neck met his shoulder. He’d look at that later with pride. It would also be proof that he hadn’t dreamed this whole thing up. Jay had a feeling he’d need the reaffirmation.

Martin’s head dropped back. Now, both his hands cupped Jay’s ass, and he kneaded it, using the motion to rock Jay’s cock against his own. Or maybe Jay rocked by himself. He didn’t really care so long as he felt Martin’s shaft bump his.

“I’ve
gotta
be dreaming,” Jay murmured.

“This is one helluva dream.”

Martin walked Jay backward. The bed hit his hamstrings. Jay scooted back, but he’d barely settled his ass on the comforter when Martin pushed him down.

Martin shoved Jay’s legs wide. In a fluid motion, Martin sank to one knee and swallowed Jay’s cock. Chills ripped through Jay’s body. He groaned as hot need tangled with chilled flesh. Goosebumps rose all over his body, and Jay’s head swam. His hips bucked up, and he felt the muffled vibrations of laughter all the way to the base of his shaft.

“Holy fucking popsicles!” Jay rasped. His eyes crossed with pleasure. “Don’t stop. Dear God, don’t ever stop.”

Martin’s tongue was magic. It danced around Jay’s dick, flickered roughly over the head-rim and massaged the underside on each suck and slide.

“Best. Head. Ever,” Jay moaned. His balls felt tight and near bursting. He squeezed his ass cheeks as though it would help him hold on to his load. All it did was make thrusting come more naturally.

Martin pulled off. “Look at me,” he commanded.

“Why’d you quit?”

“Because every guy likes great head no matter where it comes from. I want you to look me in the eye when I suck you off and leave no doubt who’s doing it to you.”

Sounded good to Jay. Jay wedged himself up. “Your lips are pink.”

Seeing that fine mouth flushed from sucking nearly made Jay come. He wasn’t sure how he would hold it together for the finale.

“You like my lips,” Martin reminded him. His eyes twinkled knowingly.

“Yeah, I do.”

Martin locked eyes with Jay. He seemed to know how heady the effect of that mouth was for Jay because he opened wide and took the slick cock into his mouth. He sank down and pulled off.

Jay whimpered, possibly. He thought he might have.

Martin slapped Jay’s dick to the flat of his tongue. The jarring contact wrestled a hiss from Jay. Then boldly arching his brow, Martin slapped his cheeks with the head.

“Shit! Goddamn it, Martin. I’m gonna come.”

“That’s the idea behind a blow job.” He flicked an open mouth lick under the flared rim. “Come in my mouth, Jay. Watch yourself shoot on my face.”

Then Martin held him as a captive audience to the rollercoaster ride of pleasure Jay couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to with wet licking encouragement and a sudden fast pumping of his fist at Jay’s base.

Martin battered Jay’s shaft with gripping strokes, tastes and the occasional slap on his lips or tongue.

“I’m coming!”

Martin watched him closely. At the last minute, he closed his mouth on Jay, taking him deep. Jay shouted, bucking hard as his cock went from cool and tingly to hot and enveloped within seconds. He shot, cum racing up his dick as though torn from his body. Martin swallowed humming happily as his throat worked to swallow everything he was given.

“Fuck!” Jay yelled.

Martin sucked him clean. His gaze continued to hold Jay’s. “I want to hear you say it. Who just gave you a blowjob?”

“You did,” Jay rasped breathlessly.

“Was it good?”

“Fantastic.”

“You aren’t going to pretend it didn’t happen later?” Martin asked

Jay shook his head. “I’ll remember. I just won’t believe it.”

Martin grinned. He slapped Jay’s hip. “Climb onto the bed. I’m gonna grab a few things and then I’m going to give you something else to remember.”

“Like?”

“A sore asshole.”

Jay’s gaze dropped to Martin’s erection. It curled high toward his belly, and the head glistened wetly. “You’re going to fuck my ass,” Jay interpreted.

“I’m going to ride you like a pony with a misplaced unicorn.”

Jay chuckled. “That sounds painful.”

“Have you ever taken it up the ass?”

“No.”

“Then yeah, it’s gonna be painful.” Martin walked toward the hall bathroom they shared.

“Wait!” Jay said, suddenly thinking of something. “Does that mean
you’ve
had anal?”

Martin poked his head around the corner. He half shrugged. “Yeah, man. I’m gay.”

“What? When did that happen?”

He heard Martin laughing. Martin walked back into the room with a box of condoms, a washcloth and lube. “Dude, I’ve always been gay.”

“But Mercedes is your girlfriend,” Jay countered.

“She’s my hag, bro. She’s like my
beard
.”

“How don’t I know that?”

Martin shrugged again. “I don’t know.”

“But you’re such a
guy
guy.”

“Wow, way to stereotype, Jay. Like I don’t ever hear that.”

Jay cringed. “Sorry, man. I just didn’t know you were into dudes.”

Martin looked at Jay’s sprawled form pointedly. “Not really a lot of room to argue is there?”

“I’m bi.”

Martin did laugh then, as he crawled back onto the bed. “You’ve never had a guy, but you’re bi? No, man, you just aren’t picky.”

“I’ll show you not picky.” Jay sat up and lunged at Martin, taking him to the bed with hot hungry kisses.

Martin pushed him off. “Hey, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you’ve got nothing to prove. I know you want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Figure out the bi, straight, gay thing on your own time. I don’t care what you call yourself so long as you let me fuck your tight ass seven ways from Sunday. Deal?”

Jay’s breath left him. Hardcore lust smacked him between the eyes. He’d never once felt this crazy insistence to fuck another person. He wanted Martin in a bad way, and his roommate was right—he could figure the titles out later. Right now, he wanted the man’s cock piercing his asshole until Jay couldn’t keep from screaming.

“Deal.”

“Good boy. Now, roll to your knees. I need to prep your tight hole and see those pretty balls swing for me.”

“Je-sus,” Jay rasped.

He quickly rolled over and climbed to his knees.

Hot damn if that wasn’t the prettiest sight Martin had ever seen. He hoped that going gay wasn’t a phase for his best friend, but there was always that chance. He, on the other hand, had been hot for Jay a few years now. He couldn’t even remember when the infatuation had started. There had just been this understanding that he loved Jay, and the possibility that he’d live with that forever.

“Part your legs, sexy, I need to see the target. That’s it. Let those boys play a little.”

“God, the way you talk.”

“Get’s you hot?” Martin asked.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Is that weird?”

“Nope. No more weird than the way you look at my mouth gets me hot.”

“It does?” Jay sounded surprised.

“Yeah, because I know what you’re thinking when you look at it.”

“Oh yeah? What am I thinking?” Jay challenged.

“You’re thinking of all the things I can do to you. All the ways you want my mouth on you. I know it, and it fucking turns me on every time.”

“Shit. I thought I hid it better.”

“I’m damn glad you didn’t,” Martin admitted.

Martin didn’t remember the day he’d fallen for Jay, but he remembered the day he realized Jay might want him, too. It had been in the bathroom. Jay had walked in on Martin showering. He’d been about to whisper Jay’s name as he came into the hot water, but he held his tongue when he saw his roommate appear. Jay’s attention had been riveted on Martin’s cock, and Martin had to turn before Jay saw him erupt with the thrill of that.

Afterward, Jay hadn’t looked at him the same way. He’d been
interested
. From staring at Martin’s lips, to random glances at Martin’s cock, all the signs were there, but Martin had been almost too afraid to hope he was right.

He gently used the washcloth to clean Jay’s already immaculate ass. Jay hissed as the warm cloth circled his hole.

“I’m putting flavored lube on you,” Martin told him.

He squirted some on his fingers and worked it against the tight ring of flesh. Jay tensed.

“Relax. I’ll tell you before I go in.”

He lightly slapped Jay’s ass and heard the shuddering breath Jay took.

“How kinky are you, Jay?”

“What do you mean?”

Martin carefully took Jay’s balls and tugged from the base of the scrotum then let them spring back.

“
Jesus
,” Jay swore.

“Yes or no?”

“Yes. How about this?” Martin pushed his finger into Jay’s body. He hooked his digit and snapped it out.