“My pleasure,” Bryce replied. He palmed Nick’s sac, tugged on it a little bit before sliding his hand up to Nick’s straining erection.

“Spit in your hand. Get it wet.”

Bryce did, and then he was stroking Nick’s cock. Each pull sent a shot of pleasure through him, making his balls tighten. Bryce’s grip was firm, tight as he jacked his hand up and down in quick, smooth strokes. Nick felt his orgasm closing in on him and then Bryce pulled away.

“I’m almost there. Fuck, I’m almost—put your goddamned hand back on me!”

And then Bryce did, only not on his cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of Nick’s erection, pulling and keeping him from coming. “You like teasing yourself, you said.”

“I like coming, too. Make me come, Bryce.”

“I will, when I’m ready.” His mouth went down on Nick’s again. It was an urgent, hungry kiss. He thrust his cock against Nick, rubbing himself off as he rolled, palmed and played with Nick’s balls.

He pulled away to spit again and then they were kissing, Bryce was jacking him off and rutting against him.

It was fucking incredible.

Everything about him—what he did and how he felt, all man against Nick. It made Nick feel like more of a man to have Bryce on top of him.

His balls were full, heavy, needing to explode. “I’m going to come. Fuck,” Nick groaned out as he shot. Bryce kept jerking him, his come making it more wet, sliding between Bryce’s fingers as he kept working Nick.

He kept rutting against him too until... “Fuck!” Bryce called out, hot, thick fluid landing on Nick’s skin, pooling between their bodies.

Bryce’s come.

On him.

He wanted more of it.

Bryce didn’t move. He lay still, holding Nick’s now flaccid cock as the come dried between them. “We’ll just keep going. See how things go. Maybe they’ll end on their own. If they don’t, we’ll be sure of what we want and what we’re doing before we add our families into the mix.”

“Okay.” That sounded like a great plan to Nick. Why freak everyone out if they didn’t need to?

***

Over the next week, they spent all their free time together. They both stayed at either Nick’s or Bryce’s house each night. Nick finally jerked Bryce off after a couple days. They got off together as much as they could, dry fucking each other or stroking each other’s cocks.

Bryce loved playing with Nick’s balls, bringing him close to the edge, before pulling off again. Nick made him feel like his whole fucking world was exploding when he’d tease the head of Bryce’s dick—play with the hole at the tip, get him nice and wet as he rubbed his hand over him. It was fucking perfect. He spent his days working on bikes, and his nights getting off with Nick.

Being neighbors made things a whole lot more convenient.

He wanted a blowjob next—both the thought of sucking Nick off or getting blown by Nick made Bryce’s dick go hard in about two seconds flat. Everything about the man did it for him. He didn’t question it, either. He just knew he enjoyed this more than he’d ever enjoyed anything in his life, and that’s all Bryce cared about.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and Bryce’s cell rang. He was at work, but he knew it would be Nick. They’d spoken earlier and Nick said he’d call when he got a break. “I’ll be back,” he called to Tim, the other mechanic who helped him out at the shop.

“I’ve been doing some research.” Bryce walked into his office and closed the door.

“Oh no. That’s a scary thought. What kind of research?”

“Sex. Is there any other kind that’s more important?”

“You have to research sex?” Nick asked. “I’m sorry, I was under the impression you knew what you were doing when it came to that. How is it I’ve only been with one person besides you and I don’t have to research how to fuck?”

Bryce rolled his eyes. “You’re fucking funny. I’ll show you just how much I know what I’m doing. And this isn’t just about the sex. There’s a whole hell of a lot more that goes into it. Did you know that your prostate is supposed to be like orgasm fucking heaven?”

“Shh!” Nick hushed him through the line and then there was a clatter, Nick obviously having dropped the phone. Bryce burst out laughing.

“Did I embarrass you?” he asked when Nick got back on the phone. “Does the thought of me sticking a finger in your ass and rubbing your prostate make you nervous? Don’t worry. I’ve already decided you can do it to me first.”