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Robert leaned in, pausing halfway to see if Liam would stop him again.

He didn’t.

C
HAPTER
F
IVE

T
HIS
TIME
WHEN
Robert kissed him, Liam was ready.

He wants me. He really wants me.

Best of all, Robert wasn’t leaving. There was no faraway job offer. He’d not outgrown Liam.

BFFs—now with bonus benefits!

Liam let his own happiness take over. He pulled Robert to lie beside him, aligning their bodies. His tongue stroked inside the mouth he knew so well—but only from the outside—giving, taking, feeling more alive than ever.

He had never let himself think of Robert
this
way. What was the point, if he couldn’t have him?

But he had him now, and Robert was having him in return. Big strong hands splayed across Liam’s back, gripping him through these tragically thick clothes.

Liam reached up until he found the rough wool of Robert’s knit cap. He dragged it off, then plowed his fingers through the soft, thick curls. Robert did the same to Liam, making him groan at the feel of nails scraping his scalp.

This can’t be happening. Me. Rab. Me and Rab.
Part of him wanted to hold back, take this slow to avoid overwhelming Robert. But the insistent way his best mate was holding him, moving against him, said he felt as at home in Liam’s arms as Liam did in his.

A fold of the sleeping bag was bunched between their waists. Liam shoved it out of the way and pressed forward. Now nothing separated them but a few layers of cotton. He shuddered at the feel of Robert’s stauner against his, both cocks thick and hard and straining for contact.

He had to make this good. Otherwise Robert might give up on Liam—give up on men entirely.
Gonnae no let this one get away
, said the imaginary gay community inside Liam’s head.

“Ask me,” he whispered against Robert’s lips.

“Ask you what?”

He pulled back to look him in the eye. “Ask me. ‘You know what I could…’”

“Oh! You know what I could go for?” Robert stumbled over the words.

“Aye.” He reached down and wrapped his hand around Robert’s mind-boggling length. “I know exactly.”

Groaning, Robert urged his hips forward. But then he stopped Liam’s hand. “Let me do you first.”

“Afraid you’ll change your mind?”

“No,” Robert said. “It’s just that sometimes I fall asleep directly after I come. I’d hate to do that with your cock in my mouth.”

Liam felt an aching jerk as every drop of blood in his body zinged south. “Christ…” He moved Robert’s hand to his shaft. “Say that again. Just the last few words.”

“You mean the bit about your cock in my mouth?” It jerked harder this time, making Robert gasp. “It’s like magic.” He kissed Liam as he caressed the length of him through his trousers—a bit clumsily at first, but then with a growing assurance.

When he felt Robert’s thumb flicker over the ridge beneath his cock head, Liam sucked in his breath so fast, he nearly swallowed both their tongues. He wanted this mouth on him, pronto.

But then the last vestige of a decent person spoke up. “Are you sure about this?”

Robert’s eyes pierced the moonlit darkness between them. “I’ve never been so sure about anything.” He sat up, sweeping the covers off them. Liam shivered at the cold air, and at the determined set of Robert’s jaw as he climbed out of the sleeping bag, then laid the cover back over Liam’s lower legs to keep him warm.

For a moment, Liam’s near-explosive desire was tinged with unease. What would Robert expect going forward? Would he think them boyfriends? Would this wreck their friendship? And what about the Warriors?

Liam’s mind covered all these bases in roughly three-point-two seconds, the amount of time it took for his tracksuit bottoms, thermals, and boxer briefs to be tugged down over his hips.

Robert’s face paused just above Liam’s cock.

I knew it
, Liam thought.
It’s too much for him.

Then Robert asked, “I’ve never done this before, so…can you let me know if it feels good?” His voice was so small, so ordinary, it melted Liam’s spine with tenderness.

“Trust me,” he whispered, “you’ll know.”

= = =

The last ten minutes had taken a sledgehammer to what was left of Robert’s denial. And now this—
this
—was setting fire to the rubble.

Lying between Liam’s thighs, Robert paused for a moment, wondering where to start. He pulled off his gloves, then tentatively took Liam’s cock, which jerked again at his touch. He held it more firmly, wrapping his fingers around the warm, stiff shaft. Liam’s legs relaxed around him, and Robert realized his friend must have worried he’d have a last-minute change of heart.

Wanting to leave no doubt, he offered a long, slow stroke, then another. Liam’s cock felt like a living creature in Robert’s grasp. He’d held his own a million times, but this was different, even to the one belonging to the nameless Grindr lad. That one he’d not even seen as he’d touched it, and all he’d wanted was to get it over with.

But this time he wanted it to last, and he wanted to do more than touch. He slid Liam’s foreskin up, bunching it at the tip, then drew it down again to reveal the glistening pink head. Robert leaned forward and gave it a single lingering lick.

“Och…” Liam’s thighs tightened again. Robert looked up to see his best mate watching him, arms tucked behind his head, giving him
that
grin, the one that lit up the football pitch on the rainiest days.

Smiling, Robert wet his lips thoroughly, then slid the tip of Liam’s cock between them. Liam whimpered, shifting his hips. Robert took him a bit deeper, then pulled back, then went deeper still. As he pulled back again, he began to flick his tongue against the underside of Liam’s cock.

“God, that’s so good,” Liam whispered. “How…” His sentence morphed into another moan.

Robert dove again, sinking his mouth nearly halfway down Liam’s shaft. No doubt Liam was wondering how he knew what to do. As if there wasn’t a thing called the internet.

But none of the articles or porn clips could have prepared Robert for how much
he
would enjoy this. How his tongue would savor every millimeter, smooth and rough. How his nose would relish Liam’s scent, the scent he’d smelled for years. How the skin of Robert’s palm would tingle as he cradled Liam’s balls.

Liam released a long, rolling, incoherent noise. Feeling more confident, Robert gave a gentle squeeze, caressing Liam’s sack and its fragile contents. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Aye, it’s—you’re—” Liam swallowed, fighting for breath. “Do you want to stop?”

“Never.” Robert slid Liam’s cock between his lips again, taking him nearly all the way.

“Yes!” Liam slammed his palm against the floor of the tent. “Do it, Rabbie. Suck me.”

Robert stroked him with mouth and hand, eagerly, hungrily. Though his rhythm grew ragged, and his grip slipped now and again—he was starting to see where this took a bit of practice—Liam’s breath came faster and faster, so Robert figured he must be doing something right.

He slowed just enough to gain control and then, with a dash of reckless courage, took Liam all the way to the back of his throat. Immediately his stomach twisted, and he felt a gag coming on. Robert pulled back a few inches, hoping the noise wasn’t as loud on the outside as it sounded in his own head.

“You okay?” Liam whispered.

“Mmm-hmph.” Though his eyes were watering, Robert decided to try again, more slowly.

This time, when Liam’s cock brushed the back of his throat, Robert didn’t gag. Encouraged, he held it there for a moment as Liam quaked all over. Then Robert slowly shook his head, sliding him from side to side, his lips grazing the coarse, trimmed hairs at the base of Liam’s cock, not quite able to reach his skin.

With his next exhalation, Robert relaxed his throat further and took that last half-inch. Liam was frozen now—no doubt knowing that any movement on his part would make Robert gag—but his soft, shallow gasps filled the air. They reminded Robert of the breaths taken at the top of a roller coaster’s first hill, just before the big plummet.

He pulled back slowly, his tongue working its way up before his lips, until his hand fit along Liam’s shaft as well. It was time to begin the ride.

With just the head of Liam’s cock in his mouth, tongue teasing beneath the ridge, Robert started pumping his fist, his rhythm now smooth and sure. Liam’s cries escalated, and his hips quivered as if they wanted to thrust upward. But he held still, making it easy.

Robert focused on keeping his lips folded over his teeth so they wouldn’t scrape. His own cock throbbed at the thought of Liam coming in his mouth. Any moment now…

“Wait.” Liam pressed his hand to Robert’s forehead, easing him off. “Stop for a second.” Half sitting up, he peeled off his hoodie, then his T-shirt and long-sleeved shirt.

Robert gaped up at Liam’s pale, muscular chest with its rock-hard nipples. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I don’t want to come on my clothes.”

“But couldn’t you—I mean…in my mouth?”

“I could, but I won’t,” Liam said as he lay back down.

“Why not? Am I doing it wrong?”

“God, no.” He stroked Robert’s hair. “You’re amazing. I cannae believe this is your first time.”

Robert felt himself flush with pride. “I’ve been practicing in my head for years.”

“Well, they always say visualization is the key to perform—och!” Liam’s words ended as Robert enveloped him again.

Robert clamped his lips tight while maneuvering his tongue over every inch. Then he pulled back to suck just the head, making room for his hand. He stroked Liam’s thick, rigid length, feeling it stiffen into steel.

“Now,” Liam said. “Take your mouth off.”

Robert obeyed, his hand pumping faster. Liam writhed, abs flexing and releasing, fingers grasping the air.

Suddenly Liam went perfectly still. Perhaps it was Robert’s imagination, but in the silence it seemed he could hear a surge from Liam’s balls.

“Oh!” Liam clenched his fists on the sleeping bag as his cum arced up onto his stomach. “Christ, Rabbie, you’re—fuck!” His body spasmed again and again, knees squeezing Robert’s sides.

When at last it ended, and Liam lay limp and out of breath, Robert let go of him, feeling pleased and proud but a little confused. “Why didn’t you want to come in my mouth?”

“I was worried.” Liam panted a few times. “Worried the taste would ruin it for you.”

Robert smiled at his mate’s thoughtfulness. “I doubt that.”

“A giant mouthful can be a bit much your first time.” Liam dragged a finger through the cum on his belly, then held it out. “But you can start with a wee taste.”

Robert lunged forward and drew the finger between his lips. He’d craved this for so long. Like everything else about Liam, his bitter-mellow taste was thrillingly foreign yet comfortingly familiar.

While Robert found his gloves and crawled back into the sleeping bag, Liam separated his long-sleeved T-shirt from the short-sleeved one, which he used to wipe himself clean. Then he put the warmer shirt and his hoodie back on, shivering.

Robert lay down, rubbing his neck, which he’d only now noticed was a bit stiff, along with his jaw.

Liam rolled over to face him. “Let me help with that.” He drew his hand behind Robert’s head and began to massage the tight muscles. “You did it, mate. Your first blowjob. Well done.”

Smiling, Robert groaned at the release of tension—in his neck, at least.

“Want some water?” Liam asked.

Robert shook his head. The salty aftertaste was even better than the original taste, and he loved knowing that Liam now coated him from the inside.

The kneading of Liam’s fingers slowed, then stopped. Robert saw his friend’s face go slack, eyelids drooping.

When Liam emitted a soft snore, Robert nudged him. “Mate? You awake?”

“Mm.” Liam stirred, then snuggled closer. “Did I not mention I also fall asleep directly after I come?”

“You fucking kidding me?”

“Yes!” Liam sat up quickly, beaming at him. “I’m gonnae make you come so hard your eyes’ll pop out your head.”

Robert nearly choked on his laughter, he was so relieved. And excited. And…scared? Would they be able to look at each other in the morning after this?

Liam pushed down Robert’s pants, and in turn Robert pushed down his fears. He wouldn’t worry. He wouldn’t think. He would just…be.

Robert felt stubble brush the skin of his stomach, making him shiver. He watched Liam, admiring the sheen of his red hair, the only color in the moonlight-washed landscape of their tent.

Liam’s tongue left a warm, tingling trail between Robert’s navel and groin. Then his lips slowly wrapped around the underside of Robert’s shaft. It gave a joyful jerk, but Liam held on. His mouth slowly slid down, then up each side, his tongue exploring every fold and contour of foreskin.

The wind outside suddenly swelled, sweeping a whisper of dry leaves against their tent’s walls and sending a cold tingle over Robert’s wet prick.

Liam shifted up a few inches, then lifted his eyes as his lips parted wide beside the head of Robert’s cock. With their gazes locked, Robert could barely utter an “aye.”

And then he was inside that mouth. Robert moaned, his head slamming back onto the pillow. Warmth flooded through him, as if Liam was infusing him with his own body heat.

Liam pulled back slowly, his lips so, so tight. Robert’s neck arched, his gaze landing on the tent’s wind-whipped canvas. He’d wondered if a man would feel different, and now he had his answer. The strength of Liam’s mouth alone was sending him to another world.

Liam descended again, echoing Robert’s groan as his cock hit the back of his throat. The vibration went straight to the base of Robert’s spine, then rocketed out like fireworks. Robert clutched the blanket beneath him, wanting to hold onto the earth itself, make it stop tumbling.

He’s not even put a hand on me yet, and already I’m fucking lost.
Nothing had ever felt so intense.

Robert loosened his death grip on the blanket and reached down to touch Liam’s face, feeling the shift of his jaw and cheekbones as he slowly took him in and out. Liam made an encouraging noise, glancing up, so Robert threaded his fingers through his mate’s hair and tugged.

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