18 Chapter 18

The words rang inside his head. He’d thought it might be a possibility. The way Bryce had taken charge last night had hinted at it. He was even prepared for it, though it hadn’t been Bryce he had bought the supplies for. He’d had lube and condoms on the off-chance something happened with Dean. It was better, though, that it was his best friend.

Charlie grazed his fingers down the heavy line of Bryce’s cock. “When it was…before, everything I did was pretty down and dirty. Blow jobs. Or a hand job.” He reached the sac and cupped it almost delicately in his palm, savoring its weight. “I’ve never had the chance to do anything else with another guy. Not fucking, or eating out their ass, or getting fucked.”

Bryce’s eyes widened. “So tonight is basically going to be your yardstick for all future encounters.”

“Yeah.” He laughed a little nervously. “So no pressure, right?”