Jacked (3 page)

“I’m tired of playing around.” Ty Duessel stalked toward him.

Donovan stood his ground, trying to look innocent but not
sure he succeeded. His best friend and business partner looked downright pissed
off. Donovan’s cock was fucking
hard
. He played off Ty’s irritation as
being about work even though he knew better.

“That’s kind of our business, Ty. We create game software.
Playing is a requirement.”

“I’m not talking about code and you know it. For the past
few days you’ve looked at me like you’re afraid I’m going to yank off your
clothes. I told you, you aren’t my type. Fucking relax already.”

Donovan should’ve been relieved for the reminder, but it
only annoyed him. Ty was gay. Donovan thought of himself as a fairly
decent-looking guy. Why the hell wasn’t Ty attracted?

Ty got in his face. He poked a finger at Donovan’s chest as he
made his point. “Besides,
you
aren’t gay despite the fact that you were
hard in the office. Reminding me that a good rub is appreciated by every cock,
regardless of who’s giving it, sounds like bullshit—but okay, I get it. You’re
straight.
This
is a mindless, heat-seeking—” Ty grabbed Donovan’s crotch
and whatever else he was going to say died a sudden death. “Uh. Are you hard?
Again? I’m beginning to think you need to revise your sexuality here, buddy.”

“No I’m not,” Donovan choked lamely, despite the evidence in
Ty’s hand. To Donovan’s embarrassment, it seemed like the events of the day
before were about to repeat themselves.

“Yeah you
are
. Why are you hard, straight boy?”

“Because there’s a hand on my dick,” Donovan snapped, trying
to move his hips out of Ty’s reach.

Ty shoved him. The office lounge couch scraped across
hardwood but not fast enough to keep Donovan from falling onto it. Ty loomed
over him, his gaze scanning Donovan’s entire body.

“Fuck.” Ty seemed shaken.

Donovan was just damn humiliated. He started to draw up a
knee, then some little devil kept him from covering the obvious erection he
sported. He was tired of hiding it anyway. He didn’t understand why he had a
hard dick.
He
wasn’t gay, Ty was.

Ty’s eyes narrowed. He leaned over the couch, one hand
braced on the backrest, the other on the side by Donovan’s hip. “Do I turn you
on, D? One time might be an aberration. Two times is a fucking pattern.”

Donovan snorted. “If you were a chick, you might turn me on.”

Ty’s brows rose. He cupped his hand over Donovan’s erection.
“Are you sure? Because if you aren’t sure, I could take care of this for you.
Completely this time.”

Donovan didn’t know why he hesitated. It was enough for Ty
to notice and act. Ty’s hand flattened over the zipper and he rubbed Donovan
through his jeans. The heel of his hand applied the perfect pressure and
Donovan groaned. Then he swore as he tried to cover up the telltale sound no
one would mistake as pain.

“God, that’s hot,” Ty rasped. His dark-brown hair covered
only one of his hazy blue-gray eyes and he licked his lips as he watched
Donovan’s face.

Donovan couldn’t tear his eyes off his friend. He made a
feeble effort to grab Ty’s wrist but when it came to pulling it off his cock he
couldn’t make himself do it. The pressure felt too good, he reasoned with
himself. A little jerking off between friends didn’t mean anything. Not if they
never talked about it.

Ty kneeled on the side of the couch where his hand had been,
changing positions to prop himself over Donovan’s shoulder. He continued the
slow, uninterrupted rub to Donovan’s cock.

“Ty, you shouldn’t—this shouldn’t—” Donovan couldn’t think
beyond the hand, let alone form a thought into words. He shuddered when Ty’s
fingers tickled over the inseam behind Donovan’s balls.

“Close your eyes. It’s just like earlier. All I’m doing is
making you feel good. Nothing else.”

Close eyes. Got it. That was easy. Donovan’s eyes slid shut.

“That’s it. Relax and let me help you out.”

Pleasure swirled behind Donovan’s eyelids. He’d let Ty touch
him before. A second time wasn’t really so gay. Donovan’s mouth parted to
breathe because his nose just wasn’t cutting it. Ty kept an easy pace until
another moan escaped Donovan. Then Donovan heard his zipper go down and felt fingers
on his bare skin. His eyes flew open.

“Close them,” Ty crooned.

Donovan did, even though his cheeks felt like they were on
fire and he couldn’t pretend Ty didn’t have his hand wrapped around his cock. That
wasn’t something he’d done earlier. But holy shit! It felt amazing. Ty’s thumb
kept riding up over the crown and pushing into Donovan’s slitted peak. Ty’s bigger
hands held more of Donovan than even his own did. This was so much better than an
office dry-hump.

Ty captured his balls and took them two-handed with Donovan’s
cock on each slide. Tension built inside him. It vibrated, filling his veins
like a pressure cooker ready to blow. Donovan’s fingers tightened on Ty’s
wrist. He needed to hold on to something, anything. He fisted the couch
cushion, coherent enough to resist reaching for Ty and knowing that the cushion
wasn’t his first choice.

Ty picked up the pace. Donovan’s lids squeezed until he saw
stars as lust burned him from the inside. He shouted as cum suddenly shot from
his cock, unloading over Ty’s hand as the wet warmth eased the slide of his
palm.

Donovan’s eyes flew open. “Oh shit!”

Ty milked him a little more. Donovan pushed him away as he
zipped his pants and crawled out from under his friend.

“Shit. Shit!”

“Okay, that’s the opposite of relaxed,” Ty muttered. “Thank
you is usually in order, but I guess if you’re a homophobic prude
, shit,
shit
is about the same thing as an admission of pleasure.” He grinned
suddenly. “But then so is coming like a geyser.”

“You had your hands on my cock!” Donovan roared.

“Yeah, funny how that didn’t matter until
after
you
got off.” Ty sat on the couch beside him. “Normally I’d ask you to finish me,
but seeing as how you’re in the midst of a sexual crisis, I think I’ll take
myself home and yank off for the rest of the day.”

Donovan’s gaze dropped to Ty’s lap where his jeans were
decidedly tented. A weird burst of pleasure that Ty was hard for him had his
heart returning to a gallop. He could still feel Ty’s hands on him. He couldn’t
deny how good it had felt, but this went well beyond the scope of friendship.
This was new territory and even for Ty, Donovan wasn’t sure he could
offer a
helping hand
.

How had they gotten to this point?

Oh yeah.

Donovan called in sick the next day. Ty stayed distracted
and unorganized, biding his time until closing when he could get his ass over
to Donovan’s and find out what the fuck.

Not fifteen minutes after he’d locked up the shop, Ty was
standing at Donovan’s front door. He banged the solid wood with the side of his
fist when knocking didn’t bring his partner down to open it.

“Donovan. If you don’t answer the door, I’m going to assume
you’re dying and call the cops,” Ty shouted. “They get cranky if you’re
actually okay.”

Silence.

“I have no problem blaming it on you,” Ty tried again.

He thought he heard a faint scuffle on the other side.

“Or I can just strip down to nothing on your driveway and
sing
Joleen
at the top of my lungs. It’s up to you, but I’ve got a spectacular
voice. My cock isn’t so bad either.” He raised his voice, hoping to incite the
embarrassment factor.

The lock turned in the door and the heavy wood swung inward.
Donovan grabbed Ty’s forearm and hauled him inside before slamming out the
neighborhood. “Shut. Up. The neighbors around here are nosy enough as it is.
Shouting about your awesome cock isn’t going to help.”

“Well, thank you. I mean,
I’ve
always thought my cock
was awesome but it’s so validating to hear it from you.” Ty grinned smugly.

Donovan grunted and padded his way through the hall to the
kitchen. Ty followed, admiring the thin veil of well-worn sweats barely
clinging to Donovan’s slim hips. Ty would pay good money to bet that it was the
only thing Donovan was wearing at the moment.

“I wouldn’t know about your stash. I’ve never seen it,”
Donovan muttered. He tugged open the fridge for a pitcher of water.

“Well that’s not fair. Just say the word and I’ll show you
mine. I’ve already seen yours and I gotta say it’s an attractive dick.”

Donovan made a choking sound. Ty bypassed him and got two
glasses for the water.

“Are you actually sick today or just avoiding me?” Ty asked
as Donovan poured.

“You jacked me off. In the
office
.”

“Yep, I remember. My hand is kind of attached to me. Or am I
attached to it? Whatever. The fact is I was there for the whole thing and I was
impressed,” Ty said.

Donovan cracked a reluctant smile. “Wish you hadn’t been.”

“Impressed or present? Either way, I’m happy to loan my
hands out to you for future uses, but alas, they will remain attached. I’ll
give you forewarning though. I make no promises not to enjoy touching you.” Ty
took a sip, lowered his glass and continued. “Even though you aren’t my type.”

Donovan cut a look his way. “Yeah, thanks. I’ve got hands
too. In fact, every woman I know has them.”

“And they are your priority,” Ty finished for him.

Donovan didn’t meet his eyes. He set his glass on the
granite surface.

“They are, aren’t they?” Ty hedged.

“Sure.” Donovan left the room.

Ty tracked Donovan with each creak of the floorboards. The
television clicked on. Ty followed him into the living room, where Donovan
slumped on the brown leather couch. His hips rested on the edge of the seat,
shoulders low against the backrest and his bare feet firmly planted on the
hardwood floor.

Donovan stared at the set even after Ty entered and took a
spot beside him. Ty sat sideways to face his profile.

“Wanna talk about it?” Ty asked.

Donovan shrugged. “Nuthin’ to say.”

“I’ll call bullshit again if I have to.”

Donovan’s expression soured. “Abusing the right to get
inside my head could be a fatal mistake for this partnership.”

“Then let me in to help. You aren’t sick, are you? You’re
avoiding me.”

“Fat lot of good that did me. Shouldn’t you be off somewhere
screwing some guy against a wall?” Donovan asked.

“When did I become a slut in your eyes?”

“Nah, man, not a slut. A dude. Since sex is kind of a
priority for us guys, I figured whoever you’re with won’t be putting up coy
roadblocks. You’d just go at it and get it over with.” Donovan rolled his head
to the side, pinning Ty with a look. “Or am I wrong?”

“Mostly right.”

“Awesome.” Donovan didn’t look like he thought it was
awesome. He turned back to the set and flipped channels.

“Does it bother you?”

“What part?”

“Any of it. All of it. Something’s bugging you,” Ty
reasoned.

“Girls talk. Guys chill.”

With a grunt of frustration, Ty snatched the remote from him
and turned off the TV.

“Hey!”

“Not leaving until you tell me what your deal is.” Ty held
the remote behind his back.

Donovan’s gaze met Ty’s. Everything about the look on D’s face
said he didn’t give a shit, but it was his eyes that spoke a volume of
conflict.

Donovan rolled onto his hip, reaching toward Ty keeping his
gaze fixed. The closer Donovan got, the more Ty wondered what he was up to.
Ty’s mind raced with thoughts of kissing and fondling—of his best friend
tackling him to the ground for the mother of all make-out sessions leading
inevitably to sex. Hot, kinky, dirty, sweaty, roll around naked in the sheets
sex.

His face got nearer and still Donovan’s gaze remained
constant but heavy with unspoken words. It wasn’t until Donovan’s hand fumbled
with Ty’s for the remote and he’d moved away again that Ty realized he’d been
played.

“Did you just distract me with sex appeal?” Ty asked, kind
of impressed.

Donovan’s lips curled almost imperceptibly. “Don’t know what
you’re talking about.”

The TV flickered on. Ty grinned. “You did! You’re a fucking
cock-tease!”

“I don’t do cock.”

“But I do and you used it against me!”

Donovan glanced over with a look of pure innocence. “How
would that possibly work? For that to work, you’d have to dig me. I distinctly
remember you saying I wasn’t your type.”

Ty’s eyes narrowed. “You little shit!”

He picked up a throw pillow and tossed it at Donovan’s head.
Donovan took it in the face, grabbed it and dropped it to the floor well out of
reach.

“So if it worked, I guess that means I
am
your type,”
Donovan seemed intent on proving his point. “Which makes you my bitch.”

Ty laughed. “I’m not your bitch. Because as
I
remember it, you don’t like dudes.”

Donovan frowned. His brows pulled together just the way they
had earlier. “I don’t.”

Ty nodded thoughtfully. “I guess I owe you an apology.”

“What for?”

“What we did took a toll on you. I’m sorry.”

Donovan seemed to be weighing his thoughts. “Yeah,” he said
finally.

“Convincing,” Ty murmured.

Donovan sighed, flipped the channel. He rocked his head to
the side again. “I was hard.”

Ty grinned. “Yep.”

“I shouldn’t have been, right?” Donovan asked.

The uncertainty in his eyes spoke to Ty. “Depends.”

“On what?” Donovan asked.

“What you were thinking at the time.”

“That’s easy,” Donovan said. “I was thinking,
Ty fucking
has his hands on my dick
.”

Ty snorted. “But were you thinking,
Fuck yeah, Ty fucking
has his hands on my dick
, or were you thinking,
Holy fuck, there’s a
hand on my dick
?”

“I fail to see the distinction,” Donovan told him dryly.

“One suggests all you needed was a hand to get you off. The
other says you got off because it was
my
hand.”

“I don’t really think I thought about it. It felt good and I
went with it.” Donovan blushed. “Don’t get any ideas about that or anything.”

“Of course not.”

Ty was getting exhausted from hearing just how straight
Donovan was when Donovan seemed to be questioning that himself. He pushed a
little harder to see if he was right.

“You’re wondering if you should care whether there’s a
distinction between
my
hand and
a
hand, right?” Ty asked.

Donovan shrugged.

“You liked kissing me. That much was clear. It’s what got
you hard in the first place.”

“That could be another generic kiss, generic hand thing,”
Donovan argued.

“Close your eyes.”

Donovan looked at him warily. “Why? Are you going to try
something?”

“I won’t touch you unless you want me to. I promise.”

Seeming reassured, Donovan slowly closed his eyes.

“You don’t need to say a word. Just imagine for a second
that we’re hanging out on your couch. Kind of like we are right now. Maybe
we’re drinking beers and watching the game the way we usually do. Maybe I’m
beating your ass to a pulp in a first person shooter game.”

Donovan snorted. “Not likely.”

“I can take you in a shootout any day,” he challenged before
reverting to his impromptu test. “Just keep that image in mind. It’s like old
times before I told you.”

“Yeah, okay,” Donovan agreed.

“Imagine I go for more beer, but when I get back, instead of
sitting on the couch, I kneel between your knees.”

Donovan tensed. “Wait. What happened to the beer?”

“What?”

Donovan peeked at him. “You went for beer. If you came back
without it, I’d think you were flaky. If you came back with the beer and
kneeled on the floor, I’d pause the game, grab the beer and tell you to get the
fuck out of the way.”

“Close your eyes,” Ty said, laughing. “I put the beer on the
table next to you.”

“Good. Use coasters.”

Ty kept laughing. “You’re stalling. Shut up and listen to
me.”

Donovan grunted. “Fine, but if my imaginary table gets
rings, you’re buying me a new one.”

“Coasters in place. I’m between your knees and you’re
playing
Halo
. You always sit slouched like you are right now, so there’s
lots of room for me. I slip off your sweats.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m going to suck you off,” Ty explained. “I’m
going to put that pretty cock of yours in my hot mouth and I’m going to suck
you so deep you’ll feel my tonsils.”

Donovan inhaled sharply.

“I might even pinch your nipples. Imagine how I kiss. That’s
what I’m doing to your cock head the whole time you’re trying to play the game.
You can’t help but watch me take it. You lift up to let me get your pants down.
Your legs open wider for me.”

Ty’s gaze moved to Donovan’s lap. A bulge pushed the front his
friend’s loose cotton pants.

“Imagine that I stand up and take away the controller. I
tell you that I want you to touch me. Not just anywhere, but
there
. I
tell you that you make me horny and it’s okay to touch me because I won’t ever
talk about it again if you don’t want to.”

Donovan licked his lips. He squirmed.

“So in my story,” Ty continued, recognizing his friend’s
discomfort. “In my story, you undo my jeans. I close my eyes so that if you’re
worried I’ll judge you, you don’t have to be. I just stand there and let you
look or touch. And you do.”

“What do I do?” Donovan asked gruffly.

Ty’s cock throbbed impatiently but he forced himself to
concentrate on the story. They were in his territory now and Donovan had taken
the first step to playing along. “You take it and pump it in your fist. But the
thing is, you’re a little curious and I have my eyes shut. Besides, who would
ever know? I already told you I wouldn’t breathe a word of it. So you see the
pre-cum on the end, lean forward and taste it—because you’re curious and no
other reason.”

Ty slipped off the couch. He settled between Donovan’s
wide-spread knees. He rested his hands on Donovan’s thighs. Donovan tensed. His
eyes crinkled as he clamped them closed tighter.

“In this story I say, You’re hard, Donovan. What do you want
me to do to you? And you say…?”

“I don’t know.”

Ty rubbed his hands up and down Donovan’s thighs. “That’s
okay. In this scenario, I’m under your spell. I have to do anything you tell me
to. No consequences.”

“No consequences,” Donovan repeated breathlessly.

“That’s right. Whatever you want, I’ll do. I’ll do it and
I’ll love it and so will you. What do you tell me to do to you?”

“Touch me,” Donovan whispered.

Ty’s hands swept up, touching Donovan’s hard cock through
his sweats. Donovan bit back a moan. His fingers curled around the seat
cushion.

“I’m waiting because I like touching you. I like the way you
look and there isn’t anything dream-you could tell me to do that dream-me
wouldn’t,” Ty encouraged.

“Take them off.”

Ty hesitantly tugged the sweatpants drawstring to loosen the
waistband more. Donovan’s eyes snapped open.

“Close your eyes, D. This is just a for-instance. Just a
creative exercise. It means nothing more than that.”

Donovan nodded.

“Do you still want them off?”

He nodded again, faster this time.

Ty stripped Donovan’s pants off with a little help. He
peeled down the underwear at the same time. Ty took the extra second to take
off his own pants. Donovan seemed uncomfortable, so once Ty settled back
between his friend’s knees he resumed rubbing his thighs until Donovan relaxed.

Ty’s strokes lengthened until the upward sweep brushed
Donovan’s balls. Ty stood and carefully sat on Donovan’s lap, his legs spread
wide around his friend’s. Donovan eyes opened, dropped to Ty’s cock.

Ty gave Donovan a moment to adjust to the sight of them
naked together. While his friend seemed a little freaked out, he also appeared
fascinated.

The surprise came when Donovan held Ty’s hips, then lifted
him enough to swing his legs to the couch until Donovan lay beneath him.

“And in this scenario,” Ty continued, trying to keep the
emotion building inside him from showing through his voice, “you ask me to kiss
you. But I only do it because you ask and I have to do whatever you ask.”