Chapter Eight

DAKOTA

Dakota sighed as Bryce’s fingers closed around his dick. About fucking time. Everything about the man drove him crazy. As if the combination of perfect body, model looks, and body-builder strength wasn’t enough, now they had the whole ‘help me find out if I’m gay’ beginning of a porn video thing going on. Dakota was going to come embarrassingly fast just thinking about it.

Pink tinged the tops of Bryce’s cheekbones and the divot at the hollow of his throat as he watched Dakota’s dick slide through the circle of his hand. Dakota watched Bryce just as closely. He seemed fascinated by the foreskin.

Dakota’s chest rose and fell with the force of his breath. With his fingertips, he traced Bryce’s eyebrows and the cute wrinkles between them. “You’re concentrating so hard.”

“I never…” His voice trailed off, and his jaw dropped open. When his tongue darted out and licked his top lip, Dakota shivered, already picturing it on his cock.

Dakota chuckled breathlessly. “Well, you’re doing great.” He rolled his hips, pressing down against the monster cock he could feel trapped in Bryce’s jeans. That had to be uncomfortable for him, but it felt amazing to Dakota. Picturing Bryce braced over him, pushing that thick dick into him, made Dakota moan and shove himself hard against Bryce’s hand.

“Fuck,” Bryce whispered, fingers tightening wonderfully around the cock in his hand.

“God, yeah, like that.” Dakota snapped his hips forward a few times, then slid his hands under Bryce’s shirt. “Take this fucking thing off.”

Between the two of them, they managed to wrest the shirt over Bryce’s head, tossing it to the floor to join Dakota’s in the gloom.

The cold air pebbled Bryce’s nipples, and Dakota ran his hands reverently over the sculpted muscles and dark hair. He rubbed his palms in circles over the hard nipples. “Jesus. Your chest is a work of art. Do you spend all your time at the gym?”

“Professional hockey player,” Bryce gasped arching into Dakota’s touch. “Part of the job.”

Dakota’s hands stilled. “You play pro hockey?”

Bryce nodded, grabbing Dakota’s hips and pulling him down hard as he arched up again.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Dakota got the feeling Bryce wasn’t up for conversation right now as he tugged on Dakota’s dick. Dakota cursed when he ran his thumb across the top of it.

He slid backward far enough to get his hand on the waistband of Bryce’s button fly jeans. “This okay?” he asked, fingers toying with the button.

“Yeah, yes. Please.” Bryce looked dazed, eyes glassy and dark with lust.

If he was this far gone just from some kissing and the feel of another man’s cock in his hand, Dakota couldn’t wait to see how he reacted to the next thing he had planned.

Dakota popped the first button. Bryce gripped his legs right above his knees. When the second button opened, Bryce’s breath hissed through his teeth.

Oh yeah. Bryce was packing serious inches. Dakota ran his finger up the bulge in Bryce’s soft boxers.

Bryce whimpered, fingers digging into Dakota’s legs. Dakota stopped touching Bryce, looking up to see how he was doing. He smirked at the look in his eyes. “More?”

“I’m going to kill you,” Bryce said through clenched teeth.

Dakota slowly opened the next two buttons. “People usually don’t say that until they’ve known me longer.”

Bryce clamped both his hands around Dakota’s head and pulled him down for a kiss that curled Dakota’s toes. He kept Dakota there with one hand in his hair and the other on his back, grinding his cotton-covered cock against Dakota’s bare skin until Dakota yanked himself away.

Hands shaking, he quickly opened the rest of the buttons and yanked the boxers down. Fuck, Bryce’s cock was huge. Dakota slid his next to Bryce’s and grabbed them both with one hand as best as he could. Grunting softly, he thrust forward, dragging his cock along Bryce’s as he did.

“Holy shit.” Bryce’s fingers dug into Dakota’s thighs. “Do that again, please,” he begged, voice shaky.

“You like that?” Dakota’s voice wasn’t much steadier.

“Fuck yeah.” Bryce thrust his hips off the bed searching for more friction.

“Help me,” Dakota ordered. “Wrap your hand around mine.”

Bryce whimpered then did as he was told, moaning at the feeling.

Dakota bent forward, resting his free hand on the mattress for leverage and just went for it, thrusting as hard as he could into their fists. Holy fuck, it felt amazing. He could come easily just from this.

Bryce grunted and cursed with every thrust. “Oh, God. Fuck. Shit.” One hand flew to the headboard, muscles straining and veins popping on his thick arm. “Fuck,” he shouted and yanked his hand off their cocks. “Fuck. Stop.” His pressed his free hand flat on Dakota’s chest and struggled for breath.

Dakota sat up, breathing heavily. The sound of their breath filling up the small room. Outside, a big truck rumbled past.

He waited until Bryce’s breathing slowed down. “Everything okay?”

“Holy shit.” The red flush had spread down Bryce’s chest and sweat shined on his skin despite the cold air. Dakota wanted to lick it, to feel the heat of his blood so close to the skin, but Bryce’s hand kept him still. “I’m gonna come if you move,” Bryce admitted with a small smile.

Dakota laughed then groaned as that small movement made his cock brush against Bryce’s. “Still need—” His voice broke off as Bryce pinched his nipple. “Fucker.” He grabbed Bryce’s hand, flattening it to his chest. “Still wondering if you’re gay?”