He moves his face lower, bypassing the dick he grips in his hand once more, to rest his cheek on my hip. I watch him as he watches his own palm slide up and down my shaft in slow, even strokes.

Jesus Christ, this guy is really going to kill me.

His hair tickles my skin, and then it’s his breath tickling the head of my cock as he blows over it, and I’m pretty sure I die. I’m dead. The end.

You’d think I’d never had my dick sucked before with how utterly enrapt I am watching him. How fucking horny and impatient and wrecked I am. In a way, I guess I haven’t. Not like this. Not with someone who makes me feel this fucking much. It’s not even the fact it’s a guy about to go down on me—though, it’s definitely high up there on my list of reasons as to why this is already the best blowjob I’ve ever had—it’s that it’s this guy.

Will.

The boy with the ocean blue eyes and the wild grin and the larger than life attitude from my childhood. The boy who was once my best friend, and who is now a man. A man who’s all-too-quickly becoming the most important person in my life all the fuck over again.

Will lifts his head to look up at me, holding the head of my cock mere millimeters from his mouth. His words dance along my too-tight, too-hot skin as he tells me, “Don’t look away.”

Eyes pitched with arousal, they lock on mine as he lashes his tongue over my head.

My whole body seems to hone in on that single point of contact, contracting inward as I fight the urge not to thrust roughly up into that warm, wet heat.

His eyes sparkle with a knowing sort of mischief and something else—something deeper. Something like...relief. Like he’s been fucking waiting for this moment. Like he’s finally where he’s always wanted to be.

It’s a ridiculous thought.

Absolutely insane.

My cock’s not the fucking Holy Grail, but Mother of God, if he’s not watching me like he’s finally found his single, sole purpose in life.

What the hell is this guy doing to me?

And then he sucks me into his mouth, right along with every thought left in my head. Every doubt, every fear, every goddamn denial I’ve piled over my shoulders for years and years—

He just takes it all and shatters it.

Shatters me.

A hand finds mine as if he knows—as if he senses how big this is. He tangles his fingers with mine, gripping tight, as if he needs the reassurances too. You’re not alone, this is real, I’ve got you, I’ve got you—

I don’t last long.