Chapter Five

Mason

All night long I dreamed about what we did, and when I knew Conrad fell asleep, I got myself off thinking about it, stroking my hardness and trying not to moan too loud.

Lately, Conrad was always on my mind, and I had to do something to distract myself because while something might’ve begun between the two of us, neither of us said much about it. And I wasn’t too sure what to say. If I said, “Conrad, I want to be with you more than anything else in this world,” it could send him running. Who wants their best friend to confess such a thing? And if he didn’t feel the same way, talk about putting a strain on our relationship. So, I decided to focus on the paper I had due in my British literature course. I packed up my books in my messenger bag, getting ready to head out.

“Where you going?” Conrad asked as I slipped my bag over my head.

“To study. Probably at the coffee place. I have this paper due.”

“Mind if I tag along?”

“I should probably go alone. I want to get this done.”

“Okay,” he said, his shoulders dropping. He actually looked sad that I said no.

“C’mon,” I said.

“Cool, I have a test in anatomy I have to study for.”

 

We sat across from each other in the coffee house. He kept glancing at me over his notecards. I tried to pay attention to the passages I underlined in my book, all while fighting this urge I had to crawl across the table, grab his T-shirt, and pull him toward me for a kiss. It was like my want for him grew by the hour. He infiltrated every part of my brain and my loins because sitting there, I had such a hard-on thinking about how he was looking at me.

“What are you reading?” Conrad asked.

“Nothing much. I’m sure it’ll bore you,” I said, inhaling the aroma of fresh ground coffee beans and the musky, outdoors smell that was Conrad.

“Just because I’ve been a jock my whole life doesn’t mean I don’t take an interest in literature.”

“What was the last book you read?” I asked, teasing him.

“Shut up. I’m just trying to make conversation. You’re so quiet.”

“Didn’t I tell you I had to study. Don’t you have to study?”

Conrad bobbed his head. “I suppose. Hey, um, I wanted to say something to you.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

He bit the corner of his bottom lip and drummed his fingers on the table. “Um, well.”

I sipped my coffee, waiting for what he had to say.

“Nothing, forget it. Let’s just keep studying.”

When we walked home, our feelings for each other were so close to the surface—it was hard not pick up on them. His hand brushed mine as we walked, and we both glanced down at them. When we got closer to the dorms, he tangled his fingers between mine, and we walked hand in hand back to our room, not saying anything.

***

“Can I climb into bed with you?” I asked after we both got under our covers the next night to do some binge-watching. We hadn’t said much to each other since we got home from the coffee shop the day before, and I wanted to be near him, smell him, touch him.

“Come on in,” Conrad said, lifting up his blanket.

“And you’re just in your underwear.” He wore gray boxer briefs and looked so incredibly sexy, inviting me into his bed. I sat up but had yet to move.

“Are you getting in my bed or not?”

I went over and lay down next to him, rolling onto my side, so we were face to face.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Can I kiss you?” I asked. The words came out of my mouth before my brain could even register what I said. I guess, my body knew what it wanted—the gorgeous man next to me in bed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Conrad leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped as he separated our lips with his tongue and cupped the back of my head with his hand. I threaded my fingers through his hair, and Conrad rolled us so I lay on my back and he lay on top of me. Our kiss became forceful, hungry. Wrapping my arms around him, he sucked on my bottom lip, taking my wrists and raising my arms above my head, rubbing his palms down my arms and back up.

Our mouths met again, and his tongue twirled around mine as he caressed my chest and stroked my nipple with his thumb. My breathing picked up, and my cock swelled even more. I hooked my legs around his thighs, and he gripped my biceps, pinning me to the bed. He pressed his hips against me; his hardness grazing mine. My body shivered at the sensation, and it kept coming as he grinded into me. I wanted to grab his hair, his shoulders, something, but I couldn’t move my arms.

I whimpered at my pulsing want, at my need for more and not being to grab onto to something and ride it out. Instead, the jolts of ecstasy from his cock rubbing on mine kept coming, and I trembled, whimpering. He moved his hips again, thrusting up and down, his mouth commanding mine. I squirmed beneath him and bucked my hips. He kissed down my neck and chest and began sucking on my one nipple and then moving to the other one. A coil built in me, tightening as my body shook, as he sucked my nipples. And then it all came undone. I cried out as my orgasm hit me in waves, starting deep in me and then reaching my erection. Conrad’s body soon began to shudder as he released. He kissed my chest and then lay down on me.

“Are you okay with…”

“With what?” I asked, my breathing still heavy, everything in me still tingling.

“I guess me…”

“I’ll need a full sentence, Conrad.”

“I held you down. You elicit something in me that just … I don’t know what I’m trying to say, but it’s like I want you so much.”

 “I want you, too, Conrad. Like you wouldn’t believe. And I think I’m okay with you taking charge.” I knew I had many future dreams to come with him pinning me down so he could give me pleasure.

“You only said think. I want to make sure I’m not forcing you into anything.” He put his hand on my cheek and turned my face to him.

“You’re not. Believe me, you’re not.”

“So the two of us?”

“Well, you’re definitely into guys, especially your best friend.” I soaked him in with my eyes: the large circumference of his biceps, his perfectly sculpted abs, the dark hair in the center of his chest. The way his honey-brown eyes were full of hunger for more.

“Yeah, I am. With baseball and my dad, I had it so drilled into me to be a certain way. My dad always saying I come from a long line of alpha males. And being gay never seemed to fit in with their vision of me, so it’s been hard for me to become comfortable in my own skin.”

“What about girls?”

“I’m not sure how much I’ve ever really liked girls. When I think of being with someone now, it’s always a man. So I don’t even know what that makes me.”

“It makes you Conrad. But you did refer to yourself as gay.”

“Yeah, I think I am.”

“Good for you, but why me all of a sudden?”

“I’m finally coming into my own I guess you could say, and I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever, and lately, I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanting to spend time with you, hold you, touch and kiss you. And it’s like I can’t hold it in anymore. And now, looking into those blue eyes of yours, I want to do what we did all over again.”

“We can. You can go alpha again,” I said with a shy smile.

“When my dad said that, I’m sure he didn’t mean by dominating my gay lover.”

“Now we know your interpretation of the word.”

“I’m totally taking off my underwear this time.”

“Take mine off too while you’re at it.”

His warm, naked body enveloped me, and he moaned, grinding his hips into mine. We got a good pace going, and I held on to him as my body shook, bliss washing over me, trying not to come already. Reaching between us, I took hold of him and smiled. He got on his knees. His cock was huge, and I pretty much started choking the second I took it in my mouth.

“Try just a little,” he said, petting my hair.

I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock and took in a bit, working his erection in and out of my mouth, my hands massaging his balls.

“Oh, Mason.”

I sucked on the tip and tried to take in some more, stroking his length as I sucked.

“Hey,” he said, letting out a long moan. He pushed me down onto the bed and took both my legs and shoved them back, pressing his glans against my hole.

“Jesus, Conrad. Don’t tease me like that.”