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  “I think one of them ended up putting his mouth on the other guy’s boxers and that was the guy who won.” Mav made his voice casual, as though it didn’t matter one way or another to him who had won the contest. The strange thing was, he was kind of getting turned on by his own lie. He could imagine the two contestants lying on a bed together, head-to-foot with their mouths getting closer and closer to each other’s hard shafts. Only in his fantasy it wasn’t two anonymous contestants, it was him and Duke.

  Why are you doing this? What are you trying to prove? he asked himself, but he didn’t have an answer. Just as he didn’t have an answer for why it had become so easy to kiss and touch his best friend in a much more than friendly way lately. He supposed he could analyze the last few days and find out what was going on but the thought made him uncomfortable. Better just to go with the flow. So instead of thinking, he kept talking, hearing his mouth say things that seemed to have bypassed his brain entirely.

  “Anyway,” he said, looking back down at his closed books, “When I saw it, I had to laugh because these guys thought they were such hot shit. Like what they were doing was such a big deal, ya know?”

  Duke nodded. “Yeah, so you put your face near some guy’s boxers. So what? That’s not such a big deal.”

  “Exactly.” Mav looked down as he talked, not quite daring to look Duke in the eye. “So I was thinking anybody could do that. I mean, the really hard thing would be to do it with no boxers in the way. Like instead of an underwear round, a nude round. Now that would be like the ultimate gay chicken. Not that anybody would play it.”

  “Why not?” Duke frowned a little.

  Mav saw that his friend was watching him closely. Almost as closely as Mav was watching Duke. He had a feeling that they both wanted the same thing but neither one could admit it. Instead, they had to dare each other into it. Into what, exactly? he asked himself, but he didn’t really want to know the answer.

  “Why not? Well, because it would be way too gay and freaky, I guess.” Mav shrugged casually. “Like even you would be too freaked out to try it.”

  “Oh, yeah? Try me.” There was a gleam of competition in Duke’s brown eyes and something else as well. Lust? Love? Mav didn’t know and didn’t want to know. All he needed to know at the moment was that his cock was rock hard and he was betting Duke’s was too.

  “So you think you could do it?” he asked casually, giving Duke a challenging look. “Think you could stand to have your face that close to another guy’s cock without freaking out?”

  “I know I could.” Duke raised an eyebrow. “The question is, could you?”

  Mav leaned forward, looking his best friend in the eye. “I’m not afraid.”

  “Well neither am I.” Duke stood, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s only one way to settle this, Mav.”

  “Just remember that I’m the reigning champion of gay chicken—since our last match was a draw.” Just thinking of the “last match” made Mav feel hot all over.

  “Yeah? Well you’re goin’ down tonight, buddy.” Duke grinned at him.

  Going down in more ways than one, Mav couldn’t help thinking. He got up from the table slowly. His cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing behind the zipper of his jeans for release. Nodding in the direction of his bedroom, he said, “Let’s go.”

  It didn’t take long for both of them to strip and get in bed, lying on their sides facing each other in a sixty-nine position. But by some kind of silent mutual consent neither one of them did anything yet. It was enough for Mav for a moment to be so close to another guy’s cock. No, Duke’s cock, he reminded himself. It felt weird but not bad. Duke was long and thick and Mav could almost feel the heat of his best friend’s skin radiating against his face. He wondered what Duke was thinking as he looked at Mav’s cock for the first time. Did he like it? Hate it? What? He wished he could ask but that would be well outside the lines of what they were supposed to be doing here. This was supposed to be a dare—not, well, anything else.

  They were quiet for a moment, just breathing and being close. As always, Mav liked the touch of his friend’s skin against his own. He was also finding he liked Duke’s scent—a warm, musky aroma that was completely masculine and completely attractive at the same time, at least to him. He wasn’t sure quite how to start so he was relieved when Duke broke the silence.

  “Well, you up for this?” The words that were no doubt meant to be taunting came out more as a question. Mav wondered why his friend even felt like he had to ask. It was obvious that he was “up” for what they were about to do. He was hard as a rock, his cock pulsing right in Duke’s face. Of course, Duke was pretty amazingly hard himself.

  “Hell, yeah.” He tried to make his tone nonchalant but that was difficult to do under the circumstances. “How do we start?” he added, since Duke seemed to be better at orchestrating this kind of think than he was.

  “Take it easy.” Duke’s voice was soft and thoughtful. “One dare at a time. No need to rush it—we’ll know when one of us wins.”

  “Sounds good,” Mav murmured. He had the feeling this was something Duke wanted to draw out, to savor and he was surprised to realize he felt the same.

  “Okay, then.” Duke shifted so that his face was a little closer to Mav’s naked cock. His warm breath blew over Mav’s heated shaft as he talked, giving Mav a shiver of pleasure. Suddenly, he felt like he was going to explode.

  “Touch me.” The words were forced out of him by the fierce need he felt growing in the base of his balls. It was one thing to take things slowly but they had to get started somehow and he was aching to feel his best friend’s hands and mouth on his throbbing cock. Then he realized what he’d said and hastily rephrased. “Uh, I mean, I dare you to touch me.”

  “No problem.” Duke’s voice was low and sensual. Reaching up, he palmed Mav’s aching shaft carefully and stroked it from root to tip.

  “God!” Mav’s hips bucked forward involuntarily with the pleasure of his friend’s hand and he couldn’t quite suppress the groan that rose to his lips.

  “Feels good?” Duke asked softly, stroking him again.

  “You know it does,” Mav almost gasped as his friend continued the long, lazy caress. “Dare me to touch you too?” he asked, wanting to see how Duke would react to being touched the same way he was being touched.

  “Yeah.” Duke’s voice trembled a little. Mav reached for the thick shaft before him, grasping it a little awkwardly since he and Duke were basically upside down to each other. The low groan he heard from his friend told him that no matter how awkward his grip felt, it was great for Duke.

  “Feels good?” he asked, throwing the question back at his friend.

  “Mmm hmm.” Duke stroked him some more before really replying. “Ya know, Mav, you’ve got a lot of precome happenin’ down here.” He thumbed the head of Mav’s cock, spreading the sticky liquid over his shaft as if to prove his point.

  Mav gasped and thrust into his friend’s warm hand. “Yeah? So?” he managed to ask as Duke stroked his cock firmly but gently.

  “So.” Duke thumbed the sensitive head again. “You dare me to taste it?”

  The soft question made Mav feel like every muscle in his body had clenched at once. But he tried to sound casual when he answered. “Sure—if you think you’re up to it.”

  Duke didn’t answer. Instead, he put out his tongue and lapped gently at the broad, weeping head of Mav’s shaft. It was all Mav could do to keep from reaching down, grabbing his best friend’s hair and shoving his entire aching cock deep into Duke’s mouth. Only one thing stopped him—if he did such a thing he would be admitting that what he really wanted wasn’t to win a dare but to watch his best friend blow him. The cobweb thin excuse of their dare would shred completely and if it did, Mav would have to face some hard questions. Such as why he was doing this in the first place and what it said about his true orientation. So instead of following his instincts, he held back and just watched between their bodies as Duke con