3. Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Jordan

R ogue stared at me slack-jawed as if he processed my answer. He probably thought I was fucking around, but I didn’t joke when it came to getting blown.

My brother was bi, and enough of the folks around here were queer, so I’d wondered a time or two what it’d be like to have a guy suck my dick. Apart from beard burn, maybe, a mouth was a mouth. And with my drought after Leah plus the irritation of getting saddled with community service detail throughout the holidays, I needed release badly.

While my gaze had never lingered on most of my friends, who the fuck wouldn’t with Rogue? He was tall and slender with tattoos from head to toe, gorgeous art like a whole Norse-inspired tattoo as well as a seafaring piece. He’d always wanted to see the ocean, even if he hadn’t gotten there yet. And his lips were fucking lush, the sort that would feel like heaven around my cock.

“Are you fucking with me?” Rogue said. “Because if so, I’m going to punch you in the dick.”

“I’d rather you suck it, frankly.” I was kind of surprised at how calm I felt. I’d known Rogue my whole life, but we’d never talked about blow jobs. At least not regarding the two of us. I’d always been in some relationship or another, and the last one had left me feeling a little hopeless. Maybe it was being another year older and the prospects seeming bleaker, or maybe it was getting tired of everyone seeing me as the town fuckup, but the last breakup had made me reevaluate my whole game plan.

“I still can’t tell if you’re teasing.” Rogue scratched his nape. His cheeks flushed the slightest bit, and he licked his bottom lip, which was nice and shiny. My cock perked up too. Now that I wasn’t as drunk as earlier, I’d pivoted to the getting laid train.

“I’m dead serious if you are.”

“But where would we even…?” Rogue blinked a little too fast. Sure, this might be whiplash, but hell, my adrenaline pumped stronger than when we’d streaked at the farm earlier. Plus, if anything could revive my far-too-cold cock, it was the idea of a blow job.

I shrugged. “This place has a bathroom, doesn’t it?”

Rogue kept on blinking. Had I broken him?

I arched a brow. “Don’t tell me you need to be wined and dined first? I’ll cover dinner if you want.”

He shook his head, a grin breaking through the dumbfounded look on his face. “You’re that chill about the idea of a guy sucking you off?”

“Chill diminishes the absolute state of agony my cock is in over my dry spell,” I said, reaching down to push against the needy fucker. The more we talked about it, the more the prospect had my cock waking up, to the point it strained the fabric of my jeans. I was in for an awkward walk without my jacket to cover it.

“What if Fiona brings our food over? Or thinks we skipped out on the check?” Rogue asked.

“We’ll leave our jackets here. Besides, it’s busy as fuck. It’ll be a bit before our food is ready.” My gaze kept skimming over him. The prospect of getting blown by him had me seeing him in a whole new light. He’d always been hot, but goddamn, the way his tongue kept peeking out, those long, pretty lashes. Yeah, I could definitely do fucking worse.

“Promise to not get weird after?” Rogue asked. His hazel eyes fixed on me, the earnestness in his gaze hitting me right in the gut. Shit, he was nervous.

My chest warmed. I knew him well enough to guess where it stemmed from. “I’m not Kyle, about to ban you from the hardware store, and I’m not going to have a straight-guy meltdown. Come on.”

I shifted my cock down my pant leg so it wasn’t as damn noticeable and rose from the booth. Without waiting to see if Rogue followed, I strode to the men’s restroom. Fox’s didn’t have a huge restroom, a few stalls and a few urinals, but it beat the singles at most other places in town. This was one of our main restaurants and a fair size, so it wasn’t the worst spot I’d hooked up.

Granted, if we got caught, we wouldn’t just get the wrist smack from earlier.

However, I didn’t plan on getting caught.

I slipped inside the bathroom, happy to find it empty. Even though Fox’s was bustling, the highest volume had departed, which helped us now.

Before I could enter the stall, the door creaked open behind me. The slightest bit of doubt that had lingered in my mind settled, and I turned around to face Rogue. He shook his head, a hint of a grin on his face.

“Maybe I’m the one who’s making this weird. I’ve known you for way too long. ”

“Hey, there’s no pressure.” My cock fucking ached though. “I’m going to go into the stall over there and find release, however needed. Either you can join me, or I’ll meet you back at the table.”

With that, I sauntered to the stall. My heart thudded hard, disappointment creeping through my veins. He might not join me, but I needed it to be his choice. No room for awkwardness. In the span of the last half hour, I’d gone from my dick shriveling inside itself from streaking and a dressing-down from the sheriff to horny as fuck and ready to blow my load with one of my best friends. Life was goddamn wild.

I slipped into the stall and waited a moment before reaching for the door.

Rogue followed me, and a switch flipped.

There was a sensuality to his movements, a knowing to his gaze that made me shiver and my cock pay attention. He closed the door behind him and turned the lock.

“No making any noise,” he said. “We can’t afford to get caught.”

“Same goes for you.”

He arched his brow, a cocky look on his face. “Have you never been deepthroated, babe?”

Heat flushed through me. Holy fuck.

I swallowed hard as I reached for the button of my jeans. “Looking forward to the experience.” My voice came out low and husky with lust.

He lowered to his knees in front of me, and the tension between us grew thicker than fog. Rogue stared up at me, his hazel eyes simmering. The hesitation from before had gotten tossed out the window, and damn, that was hot. The sight of him down there, a few of his honey locks slipping from his bun, god, it did something to me. Adrenaline pumped through me, hot and heavy .

My hands trembled as I unzipped. Apparently, seeing Rogue in control and hot as hell flipped my confidence on its head. However, I managed to draw my boxer briefs and jeans down my thighs in one go. My cock bobbed out: hard, thick, and desperate for attention. I held the base, and even that slight touch sent a heady wave through me. Rogue’s eyes widened, and when he glanced up at me, the heat in his gaze consumed me.

“Damn, you’ve been hiding that from me all these years?” He licked his lips, the motion so fucking sinful I couldn’t stand it.

“Well, if I’d known you were going to be so accommodating, I would’ve whipped my cock out sooner,” I teased, trying to scrape my composure together.

“Mmm,” he said. A droplet of pre-cum oozed at my tip. Fucking hell. The way his lips curled up, how his eyes lit—the man was goddamned sexy, and I’d clearly been blind. “I’d thought the big, bad Jordan Ellis was as straight as they came.”

“Want to change that?” I asked, desperate at this point. My balls ached, and the need coursing through my veins amped up with every second.

“Fuck, yes,” Rogue said.

He leaned forward, extending his tongue, and the sight of his piercing sent another bolt of lust through me. Except that paled in comparison once he licked the pre-cum from my tip. My legs trembled from the tremor rocking through me. My brain hadn’t quite adjusted to the fact that one of my best friends was on his knees for me, but I didn’t need to.

Rogue opened his mouth and swallowed me down. The second he wrapped his lips around my cock and I entered into that wet heat, my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Oh god, that’s good,” I murmured .

He pulled away. “Any other time, I’d love the dirty talk, but we need to be quiet.”

I gulped hard but nodded. Anything to get his mouth around my cock again. Once he seemed satisfied I understood, he returned me to the bliss from before, sucking me down farther. He took his time, running the tip of his tongue along the underside of my cock. Sparks flared through me with each suck, his cheeks hollowing out. I’d seen Rogue in a ton of different ways, but I’d never imagined him like this .

Except now that this sight was burned into my head, it would forever be in my spank bank.

I reached forward and wove my fingers through Rogue’s glossy strands. I’d always been curious as to how they’d feel, and hell, his hair was like silk. I tightened my grip. He let out a moan around my cock, and the vibration of the sound traveled through me. God, if I’d known getting blown by a guy would feel this good, maybe I’d have tried it earlier. It didn’t hurt that I’d been going through a dry spell and was turned on as hell.

Rogue sucked me down with enthusiasm, taking me even farther down his throat. Fuck, it felt too damn amazing. I tipped my head against the stall, unable to focus on anything but the snug heat wrapped around my cock and the utter pleasure rolling through me with each pass. My hips began to shift, chasing the sweet suction, and in the quiet of the bathroom, the slurping sounds echoed, which was the hottest damn thing.

I forced my eyes open again because I wanted to memorize the sight of Rogue on his knees for me, his lips reddened, saliva dribbling down his chin. Long lashes framed those too-pretty hazel eyes, and I gripped his silken strands tight. I might’ve only fucked women before, but he was hot and sucked dick like a dream .

I bit my lower lip, trying to keep from moaning out as he increased the suction, his cheeks hollowing out a little more. My balls throbbed, the need to come growing greater with every passing second, but I also didn’t want this moment to end. The bliss, the electricity flowing through my veins from contact alone, yeah, I wanted more.

He reached down, and the shiink of a zipper echoed through the bathroom. A second later, he shuttled his hand along his cock. A groan escaped me. Why was that so damn sexy? I wanted to see the whole thing, watch him pleasuring himself as he swallowed my cock, but I couldn’t get a good view.

Sweat prickled on my forehead, and my breaths came out choppy. The bathroom that had seemed relatively cool before now became a sauna, but I welcomed the heat. Rogue was relentless as he sucked me down, bobbing his head with a rhythm I chased. I tasted copper from biting my lower lip so hard, but if I got loud, that would guaranteed summon half the town.

And then I’d be in for multiple conversations, including one about my sexuality.

Which wasn’t as straight as I’d thought.

Rogue’s arm shifted even faster, in tandem with the way he sucked my cock. Need roared, so intense I couldn’t focus on anything else. I moved my hips quicker, all but riding his face, and to my surprise, he flowed with me. Holy fucking hell. The heat of his mouth, the suction around my dick, was the best damn thing I’d felt in ages, and I lost myself in the sea of sensations.

My hips snapped forward, and drool dribbled down his chin, his lashes fluttering. So close. So damn close. The tension had reached an unbearable point where it consumed me. I tipped my head back again, resting it against the cool stall. Rogue was relentless, unstoppable, and I succumbed .

My balls drew up, and my orgasm barreled forward.

The pleasure rushed through me faster and fiercer than a winter squall, and the tension that had been building and building released. I let it take me over body and soul, riding along with the wild force of nature. Fuuuuuck.

Rogue didn’t pull away but swallowed my cum, some of it dribbling down his chin. He kept his mouth on my cock while it deflated, and his arm shuttled even faster. A second later, he closed his eyes, an almost penitent look on his face. The softness of his features relaxed in bliss, and the way all those sharp edges melted mesmerized me.

He was fucking stunning.

For a moment, it was just the buzz of the heater circulating through the bathroom along with our ragged breaths. At last, Rogue drew back, releasing my cock and wiping his forearm across his mouth.

“Fuck, so hot,” I murmured.

Rogue stared up at me, those hazel eyes hazed out with bliss. He blinked as if surprised. “Did that actually happen?”

I snorted and pointed at the puddle of cum on the floor between his legs. His cock had deflated, which was a shame because my curiosity had sparked. “I’m pretty sure that’s proof positive.”

“Mm, or it was some random jizz-induced dream,” he said, a familiar sloping grin rising to his lips. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to reconcile the reality that Rogue had not only blown my cock but also my damn mind.

Rogue’s brows drew together. He began to rise, but I reached out to grab his arm, helping him up the rest of the way.

“Is this where you have a patented Straight Boy Freakout?” Rogue leaned against the back of the stall and crossed his arms. We stood close in the cramped space, our bodies mere inches away, and my gaze strayed to his lips. How would they taste? I chewed on my lower lip, wanting to close the distance between us and sate my curiosity.

“When have you ever seen me freak out?” I said.

Rogue snorted. “The time you thought Chad used your good bottle of Johnny Walker for Jell-O shots.”

“Dude, that was something I’d saved up ages for right after I turned twenty-one.”

“Did you just dude me after I had your cock in my mouth?” Rogue’s eyes crinkled in amusement.

I leaned in an inch closer, the need to taste his lips burning me up in a real way. Before I could close the distance though, the door to the stall clicked and swung open, and Rogue slipped out.

“Hurry up,” he called. “Loiter around here any longer, and Fiona’s going to give our seats away.”

My heart thumped hard as the bathroom door creaked shut behind him.

Well, damn. Getting blown by my best friend had not been on my bingo card.

However, now that I’d experienced what his talented lips could do, he wouldn’t be able to get rid of me so easily.

I wanted more.