Nick went off instinct, reached around and grabbed Bryce’s ass. The muscles flexed under his hands as they continued to thrust against each other—cock against cock, hard thighs against hard thighs. Man against man.

Nick’s balls tightened. “Fuck...me, too. I’m gonna come.” He couldn’t hold it back anymore as he emptied a load into his underwear. Bryce was still moving, and then he stiffened above him and groaned as he no doubt emptied his balls the same way Nick just had.

Together.

Two men.

Nick and Bryce.

There wasn’t a single part of him that regretted it.

“Did you just come as hard as I did?” Bryce asked as he still lay on top of him. Nick’s dick was soaked in come, seeping through his clothes, but he wasn’t ready to move yet.

“Harder, I think. Holy shit, Bryce...We just...” But he couldn’t finish the sentence. Not yet, and he wasn’t sure why.

“Yeah, we did. I’d do it again, too. Just give me a little rest and I can get it up again.”

His cock twitched. His dick definitely wanted exactly what Bryce said, but... “Maybe we should wait. That was sexy as hell, and my cock exploded so hard I thought my head would pop off, but...it’s a lot. We have a lot to think about and consider. We’re both straight. Your mom thinks a girl she loves like a daughter is your girlfriend. Hell, she’s probably already planning the wedding. And my mom...she doesn’t think anyone is good enough for me. This will be hard on her.” But then, Nick couldn’t stop himself from running a hand through Bryce’s dark hair. He grabbed onto it, letting the strands fall through his fingers. “This feels good, too.”

“Then maybe thinking about it should be the last thing we do. Fuck, maybe we should just enjoy it.” Bryce pushed up, hands flat on the bed, holding himself over Nick. He looked down at him. “I can’t believe how fucking sexy you are to me.”

Nick’s pulse sped up. He smiled because he liked that, being sexy to a man like Bryce. “You are, too.”

“Stay.”

“I’m a mess.”

“And I have a bathroom and clothes. Funny how that works. Don’t wash off too much, though. You smell like sweat and sex and man. I didn’t know that did it for me.” Then he leaned forward and took Nick’s mouth again. Nick let him. He wanted it. Blood already headed south again, going straight to his dick.

“Okay,” he said, even though his brain told him not to.

They took turns cleaning up. Bryce lent him a pair of shorts to wear, and he free-balled it, while Bryce wore a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else.

“This okay with you?” Bryce asked.

Nick’s eyes seared a path down his body—his muscular chest and abs, the light hair dusting his body. It was more than okay. “It is.”

Bryce hit the light and then climbed into bed with him. Besides Jill, Bryce was the only person he’d ever slept beside.

***

Bryce woke up, not really sure what to do. It was the first time he’d ever been in bed with someone when he didn’t know his next move. He didn’t often spend the whole night with a woman, but it did happen. It had happened with Christi, and in those situations they either said their goodbyes, or fucked again before saying them.

But then, he hadn’t fucked Nick, just rubbed off on him, and now he didn’t know how in the hell things would be between them.

“You freaking out a little bit, too?” Nick’s husky voice came from the other side of the bed. He had his back to Nick, and he could tell from the sound of Nick’s voice that he had his back to Bryce as well.

“I’m going with a yeah on that one. No regrets, just...yeah, what do we do now?”

“I was wondering the same thing. And no regrets over here, either.”

“Well, no shit. You were with me.”

He got the laugh out of Nick he was hoping for. The sound was comforting, giving Bryce the push he needed to roll over and onto his back. There was a slight lag time, and then Nick did the same. As soon as he turned, Bryce’s eyes went straight to the lump in the sheet, Nick’s morning wood standing tall. It made his own dick get even harder, giving a little jerk against his stomach.

And it also gave him an idea.

“Jack off for me.”

“What?!” Nick’s head whipped toward him as he flew into a sitting position.

The reaction made Bryce want to see it even more. He enjoyed a frazzled Nick, enjoyed being the one to do it. “Push your shorts down, wrap your hand around your dick, and jack off for me. I want to see you.” Wanted to know how long he was, how thick. How his balls hung, how full they were. How much hair he had. “It’ll show me what you like. I know what I like, but I’ve never tried to please a man before. Show me, Nick. Show me how you get yourself off.”