“She knows you better than that. You love a challenge.” Jeremy sighed, pressing his back against the door of his fridge and tightening his fingers around his beer bottle. Of course the topic occupying Owen’s mind was Tasha, not him. He should have known it would be. Just like Jeremy, Owen wanted what he couldn’t have. “And I don’t have any claim on her, not like that. But she does like her stories. I’ve heard a few about you too. She likes to wind us up. Does her best to shock me.”
“No shit?” His friend shifted, his brow furrowing a little at that. “What does she say about me that’s so shocking?”
“True torture chamber stuff. And her delivery is what really sells it. All that’s missing is a campfire and marshmallows.”
His blue eyes had narrowed. “So she talks about what I do at the club? With you?”
“It’s Tasha, man,” Jeremy reassured him softly. “And it’s me. Don’t get all ‘What happens in Fight Club’ on me. I’m not judging.”
“Torture chamber stuff sounds like judging. You shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Owen paused. “Have you? Any of your threesomes gone beyond the usual bedroom play? Anyone want to tie you up or spank you? Don’t tell me Tasha’s never asked.”
This was not the right conversation to get his mind off of sex. “She hasn’t, and neither has anyone else. No one would dare. You’re both aware that’s not my thing, but you know my motto. Whatever turns you on is good by me.”
“That was mine until a few weeks ago,” Owen muttered.
Damn it.
“So we are going to talk about it.” Jeremy tried to play it nonchalant, feeling anything but. “This is me, officially apologizing. We should’ve locked the door, I know. But I don’t think we scarred you for life, did we? I mean, you chain women to crosses and mark them up with a tool chest full of kink for fun. All I do is—”
“Fuck men while Tasha watches.”
Jeremy ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, I do that when she doesn’t watch too. I also fuck other women on occasion. I’ve got an equal-opportunity dick. It takes all comers.”
“Funny.”
He narrowed his gaze on Owen. “If I crossed a line with Natasha without knowing it, if you’re planning on seriously pursuing her, I’ll back off. I’m not trying to take anything from you. You know I would never do that.”
Owen shook his head, an expression of frustration crossing his handsome face. “No. I mean, yes, it’s never been a secret that I wanted her. Everybody wants her. Even you. Hell, even my brothers—well, you’d have to be a eunuch not to. But she has her own play partners and no interest in dating me. She knows her own mind, and the last thing I’d ever do is warn you away. She’d kick my ass or get her grandmother in Puerto Rico to curse my manhood—which is a threat she’s used on me more than once. Believe it or not, she isn’t the problem.”
Now Jeremy was confused. He’d been so sure he was right. “You can tell me the truth. It’s obvious seeing her with me rattled you. If you ask my opinion, I think you could win her over if you—”
“Just stop,” Owen bit out forcefully. “This isn’t about her, damn it. It’s about you.”
Jeremy’s head jerked back in surprise. “Me? What about me?”
“Hell.” Owen swallowed, his blue eyes going dark. “You’re going to make me spell it out. Fine.”
He took a step toward Jeremy, yanking the beer out of his hand and setting it on the counter.
“Owen, what the fuck?”
He was standing so close Jeremy could feel his body heat, feel his breath on his cheek as he spoke. “You want to know what I was thinking about today? What got me hard while my birthday present was jiggling her giant tits in my face? That night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the three of you in that room.”
“Is that what’s been bothering you? Seriously? That’s…that’s normal, Owen,” Jeremy assured him softly, trying not to show any outward reaction to his words. “No man’s dick is immune to a live porn show. Threesomes are hot and we’re visual creatures. It’s the nature of the beast. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“Trying to reassure the nervous heterosexual?” Owen chuckled roughly. “That’s sweet. Is it normal that Tasha was nearly naked with her legs spread invitingly, but you were the one I couldn’t stop looking at? That I keep hearing what that guy said about you when you...”
His words faded and he backed away enough to take another look at Jeremy’s now snug jeans. “Did you like it? Having him beg for you like that? Is that why you didn’t stop when you saw me?”
“Owen…”
“I should have turned around the second I opened the door, but I didn’t. Not even when I knew you could see me.” He looked up suddenly, his blue eyes pinning Jeremy in place. “Did you like knowing I was there? Because for a second there, I could have sworn you did.”
Sweet Jesus. “Why are we talking about this?”
“We talk about everything else, Jeremy. Why not this?”
“We never do.” He took a drink and tried to calm his nerves. “We don’t compare stories about our conquests. We don’t talk about sex.”
Because you don’t want to hear about what I do, and I don’t need any more fodder for my fantasies.
“I think it’s time we changed that rule, and I’ll start. I have a request. Call it a birthday present. You do still owe me one, and as you said, you didn’t even get me a cake.” Owen paused and Jeremy felt his stomach knot. “I’d like to see it.”
“See what?” But he knew. He’d never witnessed that expression on Owen’s face. It was sensual. Mesmerizing. Commanding.
“Your cock. I want to see it for myself. I’ve never been this interested before.” Owen shifted, looking rueful. “Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while now.”
“You have?” Did his voice sound unusually high? It did to him.
Owen tilted his head. “You could help me. I’ve been asked to top men at the club and I always hesitate—not because I’m a homophobe, but because I wasn’t sure I could give them what they needed. But you know what men need, don’t you?”
Jeremy couldn’t stop staring. Owen wanted to see his cock? So he could learn how to give other guys what they wanted?
“Sorry,” he finally said, “but I can’t help you with that, Owen. I’m not going to whip out my dick for your fetish research.”
Owen licked his lips. “Fine. Not research then. We can call it intense personal curiosity. A favor from one friend to another. We’ve done favors for each other before. To make it fair...” He smiled and Jeremy knew he was in trouble. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Chapter Two
Jeremy tried to laugh but his throat was too tight. This wasn’t happening. “Are you yanking my chain? I know, this wouldn’t be the first time but this is hardcore, even for you. Are you that upset by what happened at the party?”
“I’m not upset but I am serious.” Owen’s hands went to his belt and unbuckled it. “Show me,” he dared in a soft, deep voice that Jeremy couldn’t help but respond to.
Oh holy fuck.
Jeremy’s hands went to the top button on his jeans, almost without conscious thought. He kept his eyes on Owen’s as he lowered the zipper over his swiftly hardening erection, waiting to be stopped.
Owen didn’t stop him.
“This is some fucked-up slumber party shit, Finn,” he told him roughly. “Should we get out the measuring sticks?”
Owen’s attention was focused on the bulge still covered by denim. “This is my slumber party. Take it out, Jeremy. Let me see it.”
He was really doing this. Jesus, he was so turned on his teeth ground together when he gripped his painfully hard shaft, pulling it out of his jeans right there in the kitchen. Right in front of Owen Finn.
Owen’s hands paused on his own zipper and he moved in for a closer look. Was that flush blooming on his cheeks from arousal? “Damn. He wasn’t ly
ing, was he? That is one big, fat cock. I think I might be jealous. No wonder they beg for it.”
Oh God. “There. Now you’ve seen it. Let’s stop pretending we’re twelve and have another drink.” He started to force it back into his jeans but Owen shook his head.
“Wait.” He licked his lips and Jeremy’s knees nearly buckled. “We had an agreement. I’m supposed to show you mine.”
He parted his jeans and pulled himself out, and just like that, Jeremy felt like begging. How many times had he thought about it? Wondered how it would look? Feel?
“Well?”
“It’s good.” Fuck, it was so good and already hard. Not as long as his—not many were—but thick and totally aroused. “Real good, man. You should be proud. Are we done?”
Owen chuckled. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Mr. Threesome?”
He shook his head but admitted, “I’m not quite drunk enough to find this game as amusing as you seem to.”
“This isn’t a game. And turned on would be more accurate. So hard I hurt would be closer to the truth. Can I touch you?”
He inhaled sharply, too shocked to move away when Owen leaned forward and brushed his lips across Jeremy’s, both of them still holding their erections in their hands.
“God, that’s weird. That’s the first time I’ve been scratched by a beard,” Owen muttered. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Can I touch you?” he repeated.
Yes. Please. No…Oh God. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but I really don’t think you’ve thought this through.”
“You want me to. You really want it. Or is your dick so equal-opportunity that any breeze will do?”
“You know you’re drunk.” Jeremy pushed out the accusation breathlessly, so turned on he was afraid he might come right there in front of him. “You said they gave you shots at work. Or maybe the mushrooms on the damn pizza were off. Damn it, Owen, this isn’t you.”
“I didn’t think it was me either, believe me. I tried to remember that every day for two weeks. I wore out my little black book trying to fuck away the image of you making that stranger crazy enough to beg. I visited the club every day for a week and it wasn’t enough. I still replayed it in my mind at night when I closed my eyes, until I got so hard I had to jerk off before I could sleep.”
He reached for Jeremy’s free hand and placed it on his flat stomach, under his t-shirt and just above his erection. He was so warm. “You can touch me too if you want, but I need you to give me permission to do the same. I’m tired of wondering, Jeremy. You know better than anyone how I am when I get an idea in my head. I can’t get this one out until I know. Don’t tell me you’ve never been curious about what it would be like to do this. I know you’ve thought about it. I saw it in your eyes that night. And you’ve been hard since I got here.”
“Owen, you need to think about it,” Jeremy begged, even as his hand slid down the hard abs he’d longed to touch and his fingers brushed the head of Owen’s erection. Finally. Yes. “Think about what happens tomorrow.”
Owen let out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to think anymore. Jesus, your hand is hot. I’ve never had another man touch me like this, Jeremy. Never wanted them to. Just touch it. Tell me I can repay the favor. Say yes.”
It came out before he could stop it. “Yes.”
Jeremy moaned when Owen wrapped his long, work-roughened fingers around his shaft. “Jesus, that’s a monster,” he heard him breathe. “I’m not surprised he was screaming for more.”
There was only so much he could take. How many times had he imagined having Owen willing? Touching him, feeling him in his hands… Fuck, he’d wanted it for so long.
Owen moaned in surprise and desire as Jeremy tightened his fingers around him and skillfully stroked his length, leaning in to take control of the next kiss and forcing open willing lips with his tongue.
Yes. Kissing Owen. Touching Owen.
The hand on Jeremy’s dick was trembling, and he reminded himself that Owen didn’t know what he was asking for. He was experimenting. Testing uncharted waters.
Stroking his erection.
Owen was the one who tore his lips away first. “You’re good at that. I should have known you would be. And that mouth. I bet they beg for your mouth too, don’t they?”
His thoughts were torn in two different directions.
Have to stay in control. Have to give him more.
Jeremy wrapped his free arm around him, in one rough move reversing their positions so Owen was the one with his back pressed against the cold steel door. He looked Owen in the eye, held his gaze for a heartbeat, then dropped to his knees and roughly shucked Owen’s pants down to the tops of his thighs.
“Yes, Jeremy.”
After another heartbeat to catch his breath at the sight of the thick erection in front of him, he took it into his mouth, closing his eyes as he got his first taste. Jesus, he could come from this alone. Owen’s hard cock filling his mouth. Owen moaning his name.
Owen.
“Fuck. Jesus, you didn’t have to…” Owen’s voice trailed off and Jeremy felt his strong, calloused fingers tangle and snag in his hair. “Damn. Damn, that’s good. You don’t know how many times I imagined this, but it’s better.”
Jeremy knew it was. He’d learned a long time ago that most men were good at sucking cock. Straight, gay or bi, men knew what they liked. But he was a master. With his size, he’d had to be. He’d had to learn to drive a man crazy enough that they’d be willing to take him. Begging to take him. He knew exactly how hard he could suck, knew how much Owen would love to feel his throat tighten around his shaft as he swallowed. Knew what to do with his tongue and how firmly he could grip the base with his fingers so the tension would build and intensify.
Owen’s hands clenched harder in his hair and his hips thrust forward helplessly. “Now I am jealous,” he rasped, obviously struggling for control. “Or grateful for all the practice you had to get this good. Fuck. Fuck it’s so good. I can’t—”
Owen made a strangled sound and Jeremy took a breath and relaxed his throat, knowing what he needed. He lifted both his hands to Owen’s hips when they started pumping, taking in more of the thick girth as Owen thrust his way to climax between his lips.
Yes. Let me taste you, baby. Fuck my mouth. Gonna make you come so hard you’ll never forget.
Jeremy heard the shout and tasted salt and man and as Owen’s release filled his mouth. He swallowed it with a deep groan, greedy for every drop, for every second that it lasted. He was overwhelmed by the flavor, the scent, and how lost Owen seemed in climax. He reveled in the feeling of the shaft pulsing inside his mouth, the power of having this strong body tremble with the pleasure Jeremy had given him.
So good, baby. You taste so good.
“And that answers that question,” Owen gasped, still panting from his orgasm.
Owen. Jesus, this was his friend, not some drunken stranger.
Jeremy pulled up Owen’s jeans, got to his feet unsteadily and turned, walking out of the kitchen without a word. That hadn’t just happened. He hadn’t just dropped to his knees and ruined in five minutes what he’d built up over nineteen years.
“Where are you going? What the hell? Jeremy, stop.”
Owen grabbed his arm just as he reached the living room and he snapped. Before he could protest Jeremy had him bent over the couch with one hand pressed behind his back and his body hard against him.
“What?” Jeremy growled, dragging Owen’s jeans back down just enough to feel the bare skin of his ass against his aching erection. “Still curious? Want some more show and tell?”
He rocked himself between the firm cheeks of Owen’s ass, unable to hold back his moan. It felt too good. “Don’t try and top me, Owen. You would be running if you knew what usually happens next in this scenario. A few drinks and a blatant invitation like that? Any other man would forget the consequences and bury himself balls deep inside your virgin ass. But that’s not what I’m going to do.”
Jeremy’s laugh was humorless. “That’s not how this works, buddy.” He released him and straightened, his hands clenched in fists at his sides to still their shaking as he watched Owen stand and pull up his pants. “I don’t catch, and from what I hear, it wouldn’t be your style either, Master Finn. Since I’m not into collars and you’re not into dicks, just take your birthday blowjob and go. If we both have a few more drinks before bed we can chalk this up to temporary insanity between old friends. I will take it to my grave if you do the same. No one else ever has to know.”
Jeremy crawled over the back of his couch and sat down, one arm covering his eyes as he waited to hear the sounds of Owen leaving. God, he wanted him to stay. He wanted to suck Owen’s dick into his mouth and work it until it was hard again. Wanted to spread the cheeks of his ass and fuck it with his tongue and fingers. Anything so he could hear more of those sexy sounds of surprised pleasure Owen had made.
The real birthday surprise was on him. Owen liked what Jeremy had done to him. He’d initiated it. It only made the situation—and his cock—harder.
They must have given Owen more to drink at work than he was admitting to. Or they’d slipped something in it. Maybe he should call him a cab. Take him to the hospital to get checked out.
The sound of the coffee table sliding across his wood floor made Jeremy lift his arm and open his eyes. Owen had kicked it out of the way so he could stand in front of him. “Fuck, man, what now?”
Owen bent over him, a determined smile on his lips. He gripped the open waistband of Jeremy’s jeans and abruptly yanked them down to his ankles, practically lifting his hips off the couch in the process.
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