Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Vince

V ince loved it when they all got together like this. He had large groups of friends in Atlanta too, but when they all got together, it hadn't felt the same as it did here.

There, they had all been friends.

Here, they were all like family.

They'd finished their game of football a while ago. Vince was sitting with Holden, while Colby was on the other side of the group, chatting with Clint and August.

Colby laughed at something Clint said, and seeing him enjoy himself made Vince smile too.

"You guys are close," Holden said quietly. They were sitting on the top of a picnic table, feet on the bench seat.

"Yeah, he's good people. Not sure why it works with us, but it does." In ways Vince still couldn't wrap his head around sometimes.

"I won't ask any questions because it's not my place, and I don't expect any response either. Your business is your business, and Colby's is his business as well, but I've known you too long not to notice the way you look at him. The part that is confusing the fuck out of me is how he watches you even more."

Shit. He wasn't surprised Holden had seen through him. They were too close, too open with each other for him not to notice a difference with Vince and Colby. "Anyone else think they see something they don't?" he asked because Colby wasn't out.

"Not that I've heard. Roe hasn't said anything, and he would if he thought something was up. Just…be careful, okay?"

Vince frowned, turning to look at Holden. "It's not what you think. We're just having fun together. We're friends. He's my best friend along with you. I would never hurt him."

"Like I said last time we had a similar conversation, I'm not worried about him," Holden said, then shook his head. "Let me rephrase: of course I don't want Colby hurt, but he's got a lot of people here for him if he does. You're my concern, Vince. You've been through a lot with Greg, and while Colby is nothing like Greg, he doesn't seem to want to settle down with anyone either. I don't want you hurt again."

No, Vince couldn't say he wanted that. It was the last fucking thing he wanted. He didn't know how he could survive that again, and a quiet voice in the back of his head, one he tried to ignore, told him it would be even worse to lose Colby. That Colby meant more to him than Greg or anyone else ever had.

"I won't," he told Holden. "We both know what this is, and we both want the same thing. You're worrying over nothing. You didn't use to be such a worrier. Does that happen when someone is almost married?"

Holden laughed, then bumped Vince's leg with his. "I'm happy, man. I love Roe so fucking much. Spent most of my life thinking I never wanted this—the commitment, marriage, this easy, small-town life, and now it's all I want. It feels so right that I wonder how I ever survived without it."

"You'll never have to spend another day without having all this. He's crazy about you. Y'all have a good life, brother. It couldn't have happened to a better person."

"Yeah, Roe is pretty great."

"I meant you, asshole, but he's pretty great too."

They laughed together, Holden's gaze finding Roe, who seemed to feel it. He glanced over and gave Holden a look so sincere, so full of love, that for a moment Vince was almost jealous.

And when he looked away, when his gaze landed on Colby, damned if the man wasn't watching him…and Vince couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"I need a shower," Colby said when they got home. They'd spent most of the day and into night hanging out at Holden and Roe's place.

"Me too. Want some company?" Vince waggled his brows playfully.

"If it's you, the answer to that will always be yes," Colby replied, a lightheartedness in his tone that said he hadn't meant the words the way they sounded. The way Vince shouldn't want them to sound but feared that ship had sailed or would soon.

"Race you there," Vince joked because that was much easier than focusing on his feelings. They raced to the bathroom in Colby's bedroom, panting and laughing as Vince turned the water on, and then Colby kissed him.

"We should have started the benefits part of our friendship a whole lot sooner," Colby said before letting Vince taste his tongue. They kissed against the wall, grinding against each other, hands grasping and rubbing.

"Agreed." He slid his hand between their bodies, cupping Colby's bulge. "You gonna give me this tonight?" Colby had taken his ass numerous times now, and Vince fucking loved being full of Colby's cock.

"Yes. God yes. Let's hurry and get cleaned up."

They stripped, laughing while they did so, as if they couldn't have each other if they didn't hurry.

They climbed into the shower together, frantically going back and forth between kissing and touching each other before cleaning themselves with soap and water, then going back to exploring each other again.

Sex was different with Colby, explosive. Vince was an experienced guy, and while Colby had been with plenty of women, Vince was his only guy. It shouldn't be Vince feeling like this was new and exciting.

Once they were out and dried off, they tumbled into Colby's bed. "It was hot watching you play football today."

"Want me to act it out for you? Or we can get our own personal game going sometime…if I tackle you, I get to fuck you."

Vince trembled beneath Colby. He didn't tell the other man that he could fuck Vince any time he wanted. "Oh yeah. We're doing that for sure."

He threaded his hands through Colby's hair, then pulled him down so their lips met in a bone-melting kiss. Colby flicked his tongue against Vince's in a way that made his heart race. Colby could kiss, and damn, Vince liked it when Colby kissed him.

He savored the feel of Colby's mouth on his, the taste of him, the weight of Colby's body on top of his. He loved the hard muscles, the roughness of Colby's body hair, and the eager way he devoured Vince's mouth like he was a starving man and Vince could nourish him.

Vince flipped them over, making Colby suck in a sharp breath.

"You like that? Like that I can manhandle you?" He tugged at one of Colby's nipples with his teeth.

His body arched toward Vince's. "Yes. Fuck yes. Do that again."

Vince bit his nipple, giving it another gentle pull, then lashing his tongue over the hard bud. He ran his teeth down Colby's torso, then up again, biting and sucking his stomach, his pecs, teasing and tasting him. He rubbed his cheek against the hair on Colby's chest, lowered his hand to stroke his pulsing cock, Vince's own dick aching.

Colby's arms wrapped around him, grabbed his ass, dragged his hands up Vince's back, clutching and grabbing, heavy breaths pushing from between his lips.

Vince worked his way back up again, grabbing Colby's arms and raising them over his head. With their fingers locked together, he took Colby's mouth, pushing his tongue inside while rutting against him, rubbing their cocks together.

"Goddamn. Why is that so good?" Colby asked when his head fell to the side, pulling their lips apart.

"Because it's me, baby. I know what I'm doing…how to make you feel good. Fucking love touching you and having you touch me."

He really did too, wondered how he would go without this if Colby changed his mind and ended the benefits part of their friendship. Vince liked being with him like this, but he also just liked sleeping in bed with Colby, holding him, waking up to the sound of his soft breathing and gorgeous fucking body.

"I want to taste you," Colby admitted. Vince leaned down to kiss him again, but Colby said, "Not your mouth. Well, not that I don't love that because I do, but I want to taste your hole. Want to open you up with my tongue before I fuck you."

Heat zipped down Vince's spine. No chance in hell he'd deny Colby that, deny either of them the chance of having Colby's tongue in his ass.

"You know if you do that, you're going to want to eat it all the time. I have a great ass."

"Better than cereal?" Colby asked playfully, making Vince laugh. This man was so fucking fun.

"Oh yeah. Gonna want me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"I can handle that if you can."

"I can handle anything you want to give me." Vince leaned down and kissed him, not letting himself think about the words, the way they reverberated through him, settling into his bones.

Vince moved off him and lay on his stomach. Colby settled between his legs, kissed Vince's nape, then each knot of his spine as he worked his way down. Vince was already fisting the pillow, body thrumming with pleasure he knew would only get better when Colby's tongue found his hole.

Sex was different with Colby. He could use their friendship as an excuse, but the fact was, he and Holden were close, but sex with him had never been as…as consuming as it was with Colby. Maybe because Colby had never been with a man, which meant he was giving himself to Vince in a way he never had with anyone else. While that was true, he knew it wasn't the whole truth.

He looked over his shoulder right as Colby used his hands to spread his ass cheeks. Colby glanced down at him, gaze riveted like Vince was a prize Colby didn't think he would ever win…ever have.

"Taste it, baby. Let me feel your tongue inside me." Fuck. He'd said baby again, hadn't he? The word rolled off his tongue easily. It didn't have to mean anything. Maybe he just didn't want Colby to be babe because that's what he called Holden. It had started as a friendship thing with Colby, the way it had with Holden, but again, Colby was different.

"It's so sexy…so small and tight. I can't believe you let me inside this." Colby circled Vince's rim with the tip of his finger.

"I want you inside me. Want to be full of you all the time—your fingers, your cock, your tongue."

"So hot," Colby said, lowering himself down and swiping his tongue at Vince's hole. An electric shock of pleasure zinged through him, Colby never letting up on him, holding his cheeks open and devouring Vince's ass like it was his favorite meal.

He wanted to be Colby's favorite everything.

Vince pushed back against him, wanting more of him, all of him. Colby nipped his ass cheeks, then went back to his hole again, hardening his tongue and pushing at his rim, trying to get inside.

"Fuck yes. You like that, don't you? Want to eat my ass all night. So good."

Colby moaned into him, licking and softening him until he could work his tongue inside. Vince loved to have his ass eaten, and Colby was a pro at it, making Vince's cock ache, body screaming for more while wanting to savor this too.

He fucked against the bed, getting the welcome friction against his cock. When Colby's mouth pulled back, he replaced it with a finger, pushing it inside and fucking it in and out of Vince's body.

"You're gonna make me come like this. Gonna make me shoot all over the bed before I even get to ride that dick."

"Jesus," Colby said, kissing his back. "You better not come yet. Make it last, Vince. You can't empty those big balls of yours until my dick is buried in your sexy ass."

He trembled. Oh yeah. He liked it when Colby talked to him like that.

He reached over into the nightstand and tossed the lube at Colby, leaving a condom on the mattress beside him.

"Give me two fingers. Open me up for your dick."

"It's so hot and tight inside you." Colby pumped lube onto his fingers, then pushed two inside Vince, stretching him before his body adjusted to having more girth inside him.

Colby kissed his back, his neck, his ass, while pumping his fingers in and out of Vince's ass. Each time his fingers brushed against Vince's prostate, his body jolted off the bed, buzzing with the most delicious pleasure.

"Fuck me. Want your dick," Vince admitted when he couldn't wait any longer.

"Good because I want your hole too." Colby pulled his fingers out. "Roll over."

Vince gladly did, pumping lube onto his hand and stroking while he watched Colby rip open the condom wrapper and roll it down his thick shaft.

"I like to watch you," Colby said, almost shyly. "Touching yourself. I like to see you. You're so sexy, Vince. So beautiful."

Vince's heart punched against his chest like a battering ram. He knew he was an attractive man. He'd had people tell him before, but hearing it from Colby made him feel like he was flying, like he was more than he'd thought he was.

"You're beautiful too. Lie down. I want to ride you. Want you to see how good you make me feel when you're fucking me. Want to come all over your stomach."

"Hell yes. I want that too." Colby went down to his back. Vince pumped lube into his hand and wet Colby's cock with it before straddling him. Colby held the base of his cock, their eyes firm on each other's. When Colby gave him a soft, sweet smile, it made Vince's dick throb and his pulse speed up. He…wasn't supposed to feel that way with Colby. That's not what this was supposed to be.

"Let me feel you, Vince. Let me inside you."

Those words overpowered any worry in that moment. He just needed Colby to fuck him.

Vince lowered himself down on Colby's cock, felt the initial stretch as the head breached his hole. "Fuck…I love this…love the feel of you stretching me out, filling me."

Colby's strong hands went to his waist as Vince continued to lower himself until he was sitting on Colby's groin, his dick buried all the way inside him.

"You want me to fuck myself on you? Ride your cock until you fill the condom with your load, then shoot all over you?" He raised himself slightly, then lowered again.

"Fuuuck," fell long from Colby's mouth. "Please."

Vince did it again and again and again, bouncing on Colby's thick cock, fist around his shaft, jerking himself off.

Colby's hand went from his waist, up and down his thighs, touching him everywhere, gaze never turning away from Vince, like it was impossible to look away.

Vince lowered himself down, taking Colby's mouth, pushing his tongue inside. Colby thrust up, fucking into Vince's body now while they kissed, and Vince held the position so well for Colby to pound his hole.

Each time his cock dragged over Vince's prostate, he moaned, body feeling like a lightning storm of pleasure was inside him.

Their tongues tangled while they fucked, Colby's hands grasping him tightly, blunt nails digging into Vince's skin in the most welcome way. He wanted to feel Colby afterward, wanted to feel the sting of his fingers on his skin and the soreness in his ass.

Vince started to move more. He loved riding his top because he could control the penetration, could get the angle just right to stimulate his prostate.

Their lips parted, Vince rising and lowering hard and fast, taking his pleasure from Colby's body and giving his body to Colby for the same thing.

"Fuck. Found the spot. Right here," he said, eyes rolling back with the pleasure of Colby's dick hitting his prostate just right.

"You're so tight. I'll never get enough of this ass. You're gonna make me come," Colby said breathlessly.

Then he wrapped his hand around Vince's shaft, stroking him while Vince rode his cock. The feel of Colby's dick hitting his prostate and the friction on his cock made his head spin, made goose bumps chase each other over his skin, the pleasure ramping higher and higher. His body began to tingle, muscles constrict, until he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He lost himself to his orgasm, spurting all over Colby's hand, stomach, and chest, head dropped back in ecstasy.

"Fuck…your ass is tightening around me. Keep fucking yourself on me!" Colby said before crying out, his dick twitching in Vince's ass as he filled the condom with his release.

Vince lay on top of him, Colby's cock slipping out of his ass. Vince's cum was between them, sticky.

"Jesus, that was good." Colby ran his hands up and down Vince's back while Vince tried to ignore the twinge in his chest.

This was more than friends with benefits, and that scared him, made him want to run away because clearly, he wasn't good at love. Or he wasn't good at falling in love with men who would feel the same. While Colby wouldn't cheat on him, wouldn't try to hurt him, he'd told Vince what he wanted.

Sex. Friendship.

Not love or commitment.

And somehow, he knew that losing Colby, loving him when Colby didn't feel the same, would wreck him. Would break him in ways Greg never could have because Colby was more.

"You're tense. What's wrong?" Colby asked, voice sleepy.

"Nothing. I'm fine." He pulled away, climbing off the bed.

"Where are you going? I wasn't done touching you yet." Colby chuckled.

"Just to clean up and turn out the light."

"Okay. As long as that's as far as you go, and you come right back."

Colby was messy and cummy, eyes falling closed like he was fuck-drunk. Vince couldn't help but smile.

He would deal with his feelings later, sort through them and find a way to separate them in the right boxes so he didn't lose this.

He went into the bathroom and cleaned up. By the time he came back, Colby was asleep.

Vince used a washcloth to wipe the cum off his stomach. Colby had removed the condom and thrown it in the trash can by the bed. Vince would take it out tomorrow.

He turned out the light, joining Colby in bed again. The other man must have sensed him, immediately throwing a leg over Vince's body and nuzzling into Vince's shoulder.

"Thank you," Colby slurred.

"For what?"

"You," he replied softly, and Vince knew there was no coming back from this. That he was gone for the man beside him, and all it would lead to was a broken heart.