Page 37 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

Travis Showalter, my best friend, is kissing me and it might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

EIGHTEEN

SHOW

I’m kissing Beau.

This isn’t some confusing, horny dream, my tongue is actually in his mouth, his beard is tickling my face, and the quiet moan he lets out is muffled against my lips. With my hand braced on his broad, sturdy chest, I can feel the rise and fall of every rapid, stuttered breath he takes and the wild fluttering of his heartbeat. Mine’s beating just as fast, thundering like Coach just made us skate suicides for twenty minutes straight.

Our mouths part but I can’t make myself move away, I can’t make myself do anything other than stay here leaning over Beau, our foreheads resting against each other, both of us panting into the same half inch of space between our lips.

“Was that…” I trail off, not sure how I want to end the question. Was that okay? Was that as hot for you as it was for me? Was that kind of gay? Was that the best fucking moment of your life or is it just me?

“Yeah,” Beau rasps like he can read every one of those batshit questions running through my mind and manages to answer them all with just one word.

He unwraps his fingers from around his thick, throbbing cock and hooks his hand behind my neck, pulling me right back into another kiss. The hot slide of his lips sends a spike of electricity straight to my cock, reminding me that my hand is still there, still squeezing my base, all stroking momentarily forgotten. But there’s no denying that I’m still hard as hell, drooling precum steadily as our tongues tangle again.

Straight guys don’t tongue kiss their best friends, I’m almost positive. And if they do, their dicks definitely aren’t hard while they’re doing it. I was never the top student in any of my classes—except for gym—but even I can do the math on this one. I’ll worry about labels and what the hell this all means later, when Beau’s moans aren’t vibrating around my tongue.

I pry my hand off of my dick so I can shove my pants the rest of the way down, then I hook my fingers in the waistband of Beau’s sweatpants, down around his knees but totally in the way.

“Can I take these off?” I murmur against his lips.

He nods, his nose bumping against mine and his hot breath fluttering over my damp lips. “Yeah,” he grunts, helping me get his pants the rest of the way off.

They join mine on the floor next to the couch and I shuffle closer, putting myself right between his spread thighs. My cock drags against the muscular, hairy inside of his thigh and my balls clench. The kiss deepens, getting heavier and hungrier, satisfying cravings I didn’t know I’ve been having and awakening new ones at the same time. I shove his shirt up and run both of my hands over his belly and back up to his chest. He’s so fucking ripped. I trace the lines of his abs with my fingertips, teasing my index finger around the rim of his belly button. His abs tense and his cock jerks, nudging my hip as he feeds me another muffled moan.

“You’re so fucking hot, dude,” I groan, moving my hands up to his chest and cupping his pecs. It’s nothing like feeling up a woman at all. Beau’s tits are hard muscle and covered in dark hair. It’s like ice cream versus cake—totally different but both are fucking delicious and I want them in my mouth.

He huffs a laugh that turns into a moan as I thumb both of his stiff nipples.

“You are,” I insist. “Your ass is a work of fucking art and your face is just… pretty, but in a totally rugged way.” I swallow hard, realizing how fucking hard I’m simping for him right now, but damn, I don’t think I care.

“You’re hot,” he mumbles.

“Your fingers are in your ass right now, Bozy. You are not acting all shy about telling me I’m hot,” I tease, and he huffs another laugh.

It’s like my comment reminds us both that his fingers are in fact still buried in his ass, unmoving like he isn’t quite sure what he should do. Or maybe he forgot they were there while we both got distracted by the kiss. I slide one hand between his legs and trace my fingertips around his stretched rim, feeling the slick lube and the coarse hair, and the ridges of his knuckles he hasn’t sunk inside yet.

“Let me feel,” I rasp.

He holds my gaze for a few seconds, then slowly slides his fingers out, all the way to the tip, then plunges them back in. My cock bounces with an eager throb and heat pulses in my gut. He does it again, his eyelids fluttering as he pulls his fingers out and thrusts them back in. I’ll probably try fingering myself again, I can definitely see the potential, but right now I’m way more focused on the pleasure making Beau’s face go slack and the grunts and moans falling from his lips with every stroke of his fingers. I want to make him feel that way.

“Can I?” I ask, brushing my lips against his again, my fingers still curiously stroking around his rim as his move in and out of his hole.

Beau’s breath hitches and he nods. He slides his fingers out again, all the way this time, leaving his hole soft and open, fluttering under my fingertips. Nerves dance in my stomach. I want to do this right, I want to make it good for him.

“Just tell me if I’m doing it wrong or anything, okay?”

“Don’t get too rough and you’ll be fine.”

I shift so I can get the angle right and my cock drags against his inner thigh again. A shiver runs through him and for a second I imagine what it would be like if instead of my fingers, he was spread open like this waiting for me to put my dick inside him. The air punches out of my lungs with a desperate wanting I’ve never felt so intensely before.

If I do this well enough, if I make him feel so damn good he decides he doesn’t care that we’re both supposed to be straight and that this is all kinds of complicated and messy with the team and our careers, maybe he’ll let me fuck him some day. I’m already sure that this one time won’t be anywhere near enough for me.

I press two fingers against the center of his hole and ease them in carefully. The tight heat sucks them in, greedy to be filled.

“Jesus, Beau,” I pant, running my free hand over his chest and belly again, not sure where to touch him but positive that I want to feel every inch of him all at once. “Is that okay?”