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His other hand runs up his stomach and then back down again. Slow, idle strokes. I watch the progress of his hand as he watches me.
“You know,” he says after a moment. “There’s something that helps me sleep when I’m having trouble. Can you guess what it is?” His hand strays lower now, brushing against the edge of the sheet.
My cock is threatening to push free of the waistband of my briefs now, stretching out to my hip and sending hot currents of need through the center of my body. “I think so,” I mumble. “I do it a lot.”
Elijah chuckles, his nimble fingers plucking easily at the sheet, lowering it bit by agonizing bit. “I did it a lot in college too. It made dorm life a little awkward.”
I might as well be eighteen again as I watch him hook the sheet the rest of the way down with his thumb and then press the heel of his palm to his erection over his underwear. I don’t feel like I’m in my thirties, like a man who’s done far kinkier shit than watching his crush touch himself; I feel young and new all over again, standing at the edge of something too exciting to fully understand or name.
“You could show me too, you know,” he says, too casually. “What it looks like when you do it. I’d like to see.”
I drag in a long breath and then push the waistband of my underwear down, raising up on my knees so he can see it better.
“Oh Aiden,” he says. “That’s really good. That’s really, really good.”
My organ jumps at his words, and he licks his lower lip as I fist myself and give myself a few lust-clumsy strokes. Slowly—too slowly for my liking—he pulls the waistband of his boxer briefs down and reveals the thick, slightly curved length of him. A plump vein meanders up the underside; the crown is so swollen that the skin there is stretched and shiny. Already a small pearl of clear seed beads at his tip.
My mouth goes dry as I watch him wrap his long fingers around his length and then drag his hand up to the top and then back down again. The slow shuttle of his hand on himself is framed by his naked stomach and chest, set off by the way his eyes hood as he watches my hand move on myself.
“Have you done this with someone else before?” he asks. We’ve played this game all sorts of ways, where I’ve answerednooryesoryes but never like this,yes but never with another guy. Tonight, I answer with his favorite answer, the one that usually spins the game off into the dirtiest possible direction.
“No,” I say. “You’re the first one.”
Lust flares in his eyes, and I can tell from the way he stops stroking himself that he’s too close to the edge and wants to make this last. He starts running his hand along his stomach again instead.
“All the way to college and you’ve never masturbated with anyone before?” he says softly. “I can’t tell if I’m educating you or corrupting you.”
“I’m plenty corrupt,” I protest, my hand still working myself. “I just haven’t had a chance to practice very much yet.”
He lifts a sexy eyebrow. “And just how corrupt are you? Do I need to be worried about Sean’s little brother getting into trouble?”
I answer exactly how an eighteen-year-old Aiden would have answered. “It depends on the trouble.”
“Maybe I should be worried about you corrupting me,” he sighs, stretching again, his cock bobbing against his stomach as he does. “After all, you’re the one who snuck in here while I was sleeping.”
“I know I shouldn’t have,” I whisper. “But I wanted to see you. I think about seeing you all the time.”
He regards me, still with that arm propped behind his head. “You want to touch me?”
My hand stills on my shaft. “You’ll let me?”
“Yeah. What Sean doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
He reaches out and takes my hand, and then he guides it to where he’s throbbing and hot. It’s my left hand, so I don’t have to pretend to make my grip clumsy for the sake of the game.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “I’ve never done this before.”
“It’s okay,” he says. “You’ll get the hang of it.” But his kind, faux-off-handed tone is betrayed by the flex of his thighs, by the slow scrape of his feet against the sheets as I stroke him. His nipples are bunched into tight points, and there’s more clear seed at his tip than ever. “Ah, Aiden,” he breathes as I tighten my grip and work him faster. “That feels so good. So fucking good.”
The orgasm snaking through my groin is pulling tighter now, coming closer, and I feel my rhythm get jerky and unpredictable.
“I’m think I’m gonna,” I mumble.
“You could do it on me,” he says. “Would you like to do it on me?”
I stare at him. “Is that a real question?”
He grins, looking wicked as hell. “Climb up here and find out.”
