Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

Ash

After I finished eating, Sawyer and I settled into the bed with his laptop to watch some TV and decompress after a stressful day.

It was oddly comforting to crowd close to him and just veg out. Sawyer laid his head on my shoulder, and I couldn't resist combing my fingers through his messy curls.

He sighed, breath tickling my bare chest, as the first episode of Teen Wolf came on the screen.

I chuckled when I saw it. "Really?"

"We used to watch it together. It seemed appropriate."

The show was even cheesier than I remembered, and I snorted at the high school drama playing out. But it was nostalgic too. Sawyer and I had once spent so much time together.

We'd watched the same shows, listened to the same music, played the same sports. We were practically twins. It was kind of weird when I thought about it now. Why hadn't we had more of our own interests? Were we codependent, or had I been weirdly fixated on everything Sawyer even back then?

Sawyer rested his hand on my abs, idly drawing designs on my skin that were causing my dick to get ideas. I ignored the desire building in me because this was more important.

Me and Sawyer, reconnecting as friends. Friends who…touched a lot more, anyway.

Tonight had been weird. I'd shown up, halfway expecting Sawyer to tell me to stop being a whiny bitch. I thought we might fuck around, which would be a nice distraction from the ugliness of Rick's words still coating my insides.

But Sawyer comforting me? Being a real friend? I hadn't expected that. Maybe I'd sold him short. Sold us both short. But it wasn't so long ago he hadn't wanted to speak to me.

Even when he accepted my apology for Mel, I knew he hadn't forgotten. That he remained guarded, locked safely behind a wall of distrust.

Sawyer was once the most open kid. He laid his heart bare to me when we were young. I'd ruined that.

But tonight, I'd gotten a tiny piece back.

"I can't believe I never noticed the vibe between Derek and Stiles," Sawyer said when we were into our third episode.

I laughed. "Are you serious? They made all this slash fiction about them."

"Slash fiction?"

"You know, fan fiction where they get it on?"

Sawyer's eyes had narrowed as he looked up at me. "Wait a minute. How do you know so much about this?"

I cleared my throat and looked away. "No reason."

"Ash, did you…"

"What?" I asked, tensing up. Don't ask it. Please don't.

"Did you know you were into guys?" Sawyer sat up. "Even back then?"

"No." I sighed. "Not really. Or, at least, I didn't understand what it meant."

"Did you read the slash fiction?"

"Maybe."

"Did it make you hard?"

I flashed a look at Sawyer. I didn't need to say anything.

"Dude! How did you not understand?"

"I don't know! I read erotica with women and got hard for that too. I just figured, you know, it was the subject matter. Sex is sexy and all that."

"Did you ever watch gay porn?"

I wet my lips. "Yeah, Sawyer. Same deal. Women and men both got me hot. I figured it was just…the porn effect, you know? I didn't know . Not for sure."

"But you must have had some idea."

"Kind of, but I don't know, I just didn't think about it much. It took a while to wrap my head around because I dated women."

"Like Mel," Sawyer said flatly.

Damn it. Why did it always come back to Mel?

"Sawyer—"

He grasped my face and kissed me hard. "No, forget I said anything. We've both been with women. It's confusing. I get it."

I nodded, mute.

"I just…I've never watched gay porn or read erotica or anything. This is more of a surprise for me, I guess."

"Yeah. Well, it's still new to me. The actual doing it part."

Sawyer nodded. "I'm, uh, gonna grab a shower. We should probably call it a night."

He climbed out of the bed and opened the top drawer of his dresser. He pulled out two pairs of basketball shorts and tossed me the red ones.

"Here. You can sleep in these."

I raised my eyebrow. "You want me to wear your clothes?"

"It's late and I don't want to drag your ass back to the houseboat, so yeah."

"You sure that's the only reason you want your clothes all over my naked body?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes. "You're such a cheesy flirt."

"I know, but you love it." I grinned. "Come back soon so I can tease you some more."

Sawyer flipped me the bird on his way to the shower. I changed into the shorts, my cock half-hard after our little chat about porn.

The water continued to run in the next room, and the image of Sawyer's naked, wet body in my mind was too much for me. I reached down and squeezed my aching cock. Between Sawyer all naked in the shower and the gay porn we'd talked about…

An idea took shape.

I opened his laptop and navigated to a porn site I'd started watching. It had straight porn and gay, and after Sawyer and I kissed the first time, I'd fallen into watching more of the gay vids, imagining what it would be like to enact those scenes with Sawyer.

The shower cut off, and Sawyer came out, rubbing a towel through his hair. His damp chest glistened, and my cock went from half hard to raging boner so fast my head spun.

"Hey, what are you…"

A moan erupted from the laptop speakers, and his gaze flew to the screen. Where two men were making out.

"You're watching porn."

"I thought maybe you'd like to check it out?" I said tentatively. "But only if you want?"

Sawyer stood frozen, eyes locked on the screen, not speaking as a muscled-up jock type yanked the shorts off a cute but nerdy ginger and shoved his thighs apart.

His dick—looking massive against his skinny twink frame—was exposed on the screen.

"Sawyer?"

He dragged his gaze to me and licked his lips. "Leave it on."

I nodded and patted the bed. "Then come sit."

Sawyer eased onto the bed beside me. He vibrated with tension as he watched the scene play out on the laptop.

I placed a hand on his thigh, and he jumped.

"Relax," I whispered into his ear. "We're just learning. Right? Learning about what we could try together."

His breath hitched. "Y-yeah, I guess."

The guy on the screen was spreading the redhead's ass cheeks and licking him out enthusiastically. Sawyer made a small, needy sound in his throat.

"You like that? How about we try it."

"What? Now?"

I hadn't actually meant now, but why not? Sawyer's shorts did nothing to hide his hard-on, and I was burning up with lust, watching his every reaction to the porn.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Who does what?"

"Rock-Paper-Scissors?" I joked, but Sawyer took me up on it, shifting to hold out his fist over his palm.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

We both threw signs, and my paper covered his rock.

"You win." He swallowed. "So…"

I set the laptop to the side and slithered down the bed.

Sawyer's eyes widened. "But you won."

"Which means I get to do what I want." I grabbed his shorts and pulled them off him. Then just as the porn star did, I shoved Sawyer's thighs apart.

"Oh fuck," he whispered.

His hard cock curved up over his abs, not quite as ginormous as the porn twink's, but damn nice all the same. His balls rested heavy against the mattress.

I cupped his ass and rolled his hips up so I could get to his hole.

"Keep watching the porn vid," I said. "I want you to see what I'm doing to you."

Sawyer groaned as I dug my thumbs into his ass cheeks and spread him. His pink hole fluttered.

I leaned in and brushed my tongue tentatively over the furl of muscle.

"Fuck!" Sawyer shouted, jerking so hard he nearly shook me loose.

I tightened my grip on his ass and let saliva pool. Then I laved my wet tongue over and around his hole, drinking in the music of Sawyer's moans and whimpers.

"He— The guy on the porn…"

"Mmm?" I murmured as I continued to lick and nibble.

"Finger," he said.

I paused, wondering if he'd want me to keep going.

"Do it!" Sawyer said almost desperately.

I slid my index finger into my mouth, sucking it to get it wet, raising my eyes to meet Sawyer's. His gaze darted from me to the screen and back.

"Watch it," I ordered.

He looked back at the porn video as I sank the tip of my finger into his tight hole, and the sound he made was damn near enough to make me come right then.

I worked my finger in and out, continuing to lick around his rim as I did.

"I can't take this," Sawyer said.

I hesitated. Did he want me to stop? My own aching cock cried out a protest.

But then Sawyer wrapped his hand around his dick and started jerking. "They're fucking now. His hole is stretching so fucking wide."

"You got any lube?"

He froze.

"It'll make this feel better."

Sawyer waved a hand toward the table to my left, and I pulled open a drawer and found the lube bottle. I uncapped it, slicked up my fingers, and tossed it aside.

I'd kinda interrupted the moment, so I leaned in and kissed Sawyer, wet and filthy, until he was moaning into my mouth. Then I moved back down so he could watch the video, where the ginger was taking a pounding.

I pushed in two fingers now that they were slick, spreading Sawyer's hole wider. Giving him the vicarious thrill of imagining himself as the one full of dick.

He cried out. "Fuck, Ash!"

When I glanced up, his eyes were locked on me again instead of the video.

"You can take it, can't you?"

"Y-yes," he stuttered as I crooked a finger and rubbed his prostate. "God."

"Damn right, you can."

I sped up, pumping my fingers in and out of his hole, his moans and groans telling me that he loved it. His hips rocked, meeting each thrust. Taking my fingers deeper and harder.

I wanted to plunge my dick into him, but I resisted.

This wasn't how we should fuck the first time. Not caught up in the heat of a porn. This was just exploration. Sawyer needed to decide when he wasn't out of his mind with lust whether he wanted that.

I leaned forward, swiping my tongue over the tip of his cock as it emerged from his stroking fist.

He arched, white streams erupting as he shuddered hard. His cum shot across his abs, then poured down the side of his cock, and made a mess of his pubes.

I eased my fingers free of him and sat back to yank my shorts down.

The porn was nothing more than an erotic soundtrack to the wrecked vision before me.

Sawyer West, trembling and messy, after I fucked his hole open with my fingers.

I flattened myself over him, taking his mouth in another dirty kiss as I pumped my cock against his messy abs. I imagined fucking him for real like this, pinning his body beneath mine and listening to his cries as he took it.

And tipped into bliss, every nerve lighting up as I emptied onto Sawyer's body.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as our breathing calmed.

"So, being friends again is fun," I joked.

"Not sure this is what friends are supposed to do."

"Can we not do both?"

I held my breath as I waited for his answer, wondering if I'd made a mistake by seducing him with gay porn. We could have finished the night as friends. Maybe we should have solidified that connection without the sex.

"No, we can." He paused. "You remember when we were like twelve, and we decided to measure our dicks to see who was bigger?"

I blinked, thrown by the turn in the conversation. "Yeah, so?"

"Well, we got a little curious. We touched each other a bit too much."

"What's your point?"

He shrugged. "We were friends. But maybe there was always something else there? Something we didn't recognize."

I bit my lower lip, wondering how much to admit. "I think I was into you in high school."

His eyes widened and he shifted, pushing me off his body. "You what?"

Okay, maybe I'd misjudged and gone too far.

"I didn't know it then," I said quickly. "But now I think… Yeah, maybe. Maybe I had a crush on you."

Sawyer stared at me. "But you fucked my girlfriend."

" Ex -girlfriend," I said. "And I regret that. It was stupid, and it hurt you."

Sawyer didn't get angry. Instead he cupped my face. "You were hurting too."

"Doesn't make what I did right."

"No." He pressed his mouth to mine in a soft kiss. "But it does make it forgivable. And I do forgive it."

I nodded once. "So friends and fucking? You think we can swing it?"

Sawyer's lips quirked. "I guess we can't fuck it up any more than we did our first friendship."

I winced. "Yeah, let's not do that again."

"Ugh, okay, I have to shower again." He eyed my stomach, where I'd smeared half the mess onto myself. "You can go next. It's too small to share."

I nodded. "Hey, Sawyer?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Like on the porn?"

"I kind of wanted to fuck you," he admitted. "I didn't expect?—"

"It's okay," I said. "We were just exploring, and that's why. Now we know."

"You didn't let me finish," he said. "I didn't expect to like that so much. But I did. And I think I'd only be lying to us both if I said I didn't want to try it. Because that was crazy hot."

I grinned. "It was, wasn't it?"

He cast me a heavy look. "But that doesn't mean your ass isn't getting a turn too."

He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, leaving me shivering at the thought of him pinning me down and making me take his dick.

I looked forward to it—and anything else he wanted to dish out.