Crash: M/M Straight to Gay First Time Romance by Jerry Cole Read Free Book Online Page B

believe that the broken boy he left in the back of a burning car along the side of a road isn’t the man in his house today.  He leaves to get my meds. One last dose of painkillers so I can sleep through the night and a stool softener so I can shit in the morning.
    I take them obediently and climb into bed. He moves in close to help adjust my pillows, and I grab the front of his shirt with my left hand.
    “I am serious,” I say, pressing his hand against my crotch. I am not sure why I want this, but I do. And the fact that I am mad at him means that I won’t have any problems watching him walk away afterward. Tomorrow I won’t feel anything about what we did tonight. Right now I just want him to be on his knees, serving me. On his knees in front of the boy he kissed, abandoned, and forgot.
    “If you are serious,” he says, something breathless and fearful in his voice. I look him in the eyes, so he knows I’m serious. He looks back at me the same way he did when I was the Liam he remembers. His hands grasp the waistband of my pajama pants and pull firmly. He kneels on the floor beside the bed, folding his frame, and lowering the bed so that we are face to face. I don’t let go of his shirt as if I am afraid if I do, he will run away.
    He takes some lotion from my nightstand and puts a little in his hands, rubbing them together quickly. I’m not sure if that is for my benefit or his, but he seems like he knows what he is doing. I say nothing. And then, without ever taking his eyes off of my face, he wraps his large, strong hand around my semi-erect member and strokes the length. The feeling of his rough hands on the sensitive skin sends electricity through my veins. I exhale suddenly and close my eyes as I try to make sense of what I feel.
    As the seconds tick by, I can feel my cock pulsating with need. Maybe Reid is more talented than I thought, or maybe I have been celibate for too long, but without thinking, I snake my hand up his chest and grip his shoulder. The warmth of his skin beneath the flannel material invites me to grasp him tighter. The rhythmic flexing of the muscles in his shoulder seduces me.
    I open my eyes and look at Reid, who hasn’t flinched, hasn’t taken his eyes off of my face, and shows no signs of stopping. The way his intense gaze makes me feel is something I have never hoped to experience. Imagine having all of the intensity and strength of a lion focused on you. The fear and the exhilaration mixed in my blood and eroded any sense of self-preservation I was still clutching.
    “Almost there, buddy,” he says as if he is reassuring me. I grit my teeth and try to say something sarcastic but my mind goes blank, and all I manage is a humiliating moan.
    His hands perform the most seductive magic on my body. One hand caressing my lower stomach and the other coaxing a hard orgasm from my shaft. I resist the urge to wrap both arms around his neck and press my body against his. That would be too intimate. That is the way lovers embrace, and we are not lovers. We aren’t even friends in reality. None of those things that would make this ridiculous situation make sense apply to us, and yet here I am letting him touch me.
    I bite my lip as the tension in my balls hits critical mass. Without warning I feel my body erupt, pumping hot thick liquid in short, forceful spurts from my body. No matter what they say, climaxing is always better with a partner; even if he happens to be somebody you should hate.
    “You should warn me next time,” he says, his voice gruff.
    “Next time? There is a next time?” I can barely keep my eyes open. He gently pries my good hand off of his shoulder and helps me lay back as he cleans his hands and the tip of my still throbbing cock. I watch his quick and decisive movements from under heavy lids. He doesn’t say anything; just presses his lips together tightly as he works.
    He turns the light out and then leans over me and kisses me softly. The tip of his tongue