My eyes widened; my pulse raced when he shifted down the bed to lie next to me.

I wanted to ask what he was doing but was afraid if I voiced it, I’d stuff up the words and look like a fucking fool.

Saint hummed under his breath. He looked down at me as he rested his hand on my fast rising and falling chest.

“You were right,” he said in a deep, lazy voice.

“Huh?” I managed and then froze when his hand glided down from my chest, down over my stomach, which fucking fluttered, before he pushed it under my boxers and took hold of my aching dick.

“Kylo?”

“Huh?” I mumbled, staring down and silently begging for him to move his hand over me.

“I said you were right. Want to know what about?”

I nodded.

“Na-uh, you gotta use words. Say, ‘yes, Saint, I want to know what I’m right about.’”

Just move your hand, motherfucker.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I said, “Yes, Saint, I want to know what I’m right about.”

“Good, Kylo,” he breathed, his nose rubbing up and down the side of my face. “You were right. You have skills to make me come in minutes.”

I nodded. Move your hand. Please.

“But do you want to know something else?”

No. Yes… maybe. I nodded.

“I can make you come in minutes as well.” His hand then ran up and down my length under my boxers. It was slow to start with and then faster. I closed my eyes, arched my back, lifted my legs, bending them and thrusting up and down into his grip.

“Open your eyes, Kylo,” Saint ordered. I did, and he smiled down at me. “Feel good?” he asked. I nodded. “You close?” I nodded again. He grinned again.

“Saint,” I whispered.

“Yeah, right here. Got your dick in my hand, Kylo. Fuck it… yeah, just like that. Hell, you move like you were made to. Look at you, fucking my hand. You like that, Kylo?”

I groaned out, “Yes,” and then shot my load into my boxers and over Saint’s hand. His hand stopped pumping me, though he gave one last tug, which had me shuddering.

Then it registered I just came in my boxers by Saint’s hand.

Holy, holy fuck.

I sat up. “Right, I’ll… yeah, be back.” I scooted off the bed like a damn idiot and walked out of the room. I was sure I heard chuckling behind me, but my ears were ringing. My heart was thumping, and I was running from the room because all of a sudden, knowing Saint jacked me off was too much. I went into the living room and paced. I ran a hand through my hair a couple of times and then stopped, putting my hands on my hips.

Saint jacked me off.

He’d had his hand around my dick.

Again, it was like he didn’t even care I was a guy.

We’d known each other a while, and suddenly, he was touching my dick like he hadn’t a care about the change at all.