He rose up slowly before grinding back down, moving his ass in a way that made me close my eyes and shout for more. Jake repeated the move, over and over, taking the initiative with his power-bottom self and riding me like a professional cowboy, determined to stay on the bucking bull.

I started to thrust, meeting him in the middle, our skin slapping hard. Jake’s cock bounced with the movement and leaked precome, a clear string of it dripping down onto my belly.

I gripped his hips, held him down on me, felt him clench. It was like throwing a gallon of fuel into an already lit bonfire. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull as my orgasm came crashing through me. I couldn’t even get the words out, a jumbled version of “I’m coming” falling from my lips as I filled the condom, pumping into him. He gripped the base of his cock and let out a hiss of a breath, shooting ropes of come onto my chest, hitting my chin, my lips, drenching me.

Making me the happiest fucking man on earth. I licked some of it off my lips as he leaned down, smiling, cheeks flushed the same firehouse red as his chest was, showing even through his tan skin. His cock hung heavy and dripped onto me as he leaned down for a kiss, my length still plugging him.

“That was intense,” he said against my lips. “And insanely good. Where’d you learn to move your hips like that?”

“Same master’s course you took, apparently.”

“I’ve got a PhD in grinding, actually.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a PhD in something else, too,” I said, reaching for Jake’s still-firm cock, wrapping my fingers around the silky-soft shaft.

He kissed me again before getting up, slowly pulling me out. He got me a warm, wet towel to wipe up with before we both went over to the shower, where I nearly got high off inhaling the incredible eucalyptus-scented soaps and shampoo that we used to get clean. We continued to play around underneath the rainfall showerhead, holding each other in between sudsing up, giggling and kissing and touching. It felt right. It was a moment that was tender and heartfelt, something I didn’t really think I’d experience after my terrible breakup with Franky and my subsequently empty app hookups. Those were fun, but they weren’t impactful. Not in the way our sex had just been.

It felt like a comet had locked in directly—and only—on us, crashing through the ceiling and obliterating any walls or barriers I might have had between Jake and me. Sure, we were friends and coworkers, but tonight proved that we were also so much more.

…

…

But was I the only one who felt that? We hadn’t discussed anything, and the last time I assumed something about Jake, I turned out to be a huge asshole.