11. Chapter 11

I stroked Aspen off, trying not to feel guilty for not going down on him, yet I was also relieved. I should"ve been better mentally prepared for it, but tonight had been spontaneous. We were only supposed to study Spanish together.

Honestly, after a couple of weeks, I assumed Aspen had forgotten about our little agreement since he'd said nothing about it again or asked if we could try it on days we spent together in the apartment. So, when he asked me tonight, my mind went into a tailspin, asking myself if I should or not. That I actually agreed to him sucking me off surprised me. Though, to be fair, I'd been without for almost five months, and I ached for something more than my hand. Admittedly, Aspen had me curious about what it would be like. But what surprised me the most was that I reacted more to Aspen than I had for any girl recently. Amanda's cheating put my libido on hold, but Aspen drew me in more than Amanda ever did. What did that say about me?

Was it weird and awkward, watching Aspen drop to his knees between my legs and stare at my bulge with hungry eyes and licking his lip? Yeah, a little. But I didn't hate it either. In fact, my dick quickly got on board with him down there. Last time, we were hungover, but tonight, we were stone-cold sober with no headache to be found. I couldn't come up with any excuses for this behavior. We both dove into this with honesty and eyes wide open.

This probably had been less of a bro-job for him and more of a need to experiment, but I couldn't afford that luxury. This was just sucking me off and letting him have fun while I got some relief. I needed to look at it from Aspen's perspective and not read too much into this to remind myself that this was only for fun.

But when he first licked my tip, the shock coursed through me. Despite all his bravado, I doubted he would actually go through with it, but shit, did he ever. He was fucking enthusiastic, too, doing everything possible to please me. And please me, he did. It was sloppy and tentative at first, but once he got into it, I got completely lost in his mouth and opened up my body for him.

But when he touched my hole, holy shit. I came out of nowhere. That orgasm had been crazy. What did that tell me? Did it matter?

When it was my turn to please him, I chickened out, but I didn't want him to come himself or leave him hanging. That was uncool after what he did for me. As soon as I gripped his dick, Aspen spread his legs and closed his eyes as I stroked him. His groan was long and deep. "Yeah, right there… a little more pressure." When I had a firmer hold on him, he mumbled, "Perfect."

While I had wanted to watch stroking him, I was more focused on his face for some reason. It was a nice face. A kind face. A handsome face. And he always had a ready smile for people. His eyes were still closed as he gnawed on his bottom lip with a small smile, and the little dimples above his mouth showed themselves off.

When I swiped my thumb over his slit, he hissed. I quickly looked away when he sat up on his elbows to look at me. "You're supposed to be thinking of girls and not looking at me."

"No way. This is way hotter."

My face burned as I picked up speed on his dick. When my hand twisted and squeezed just right, he moaned. "Yeah, like that. God, your hand is perfect. A little rough, giving me that extra texture."

Soon, I quickly got the hang of things. Stroking him shouldn't be that different from stroking myself.

"Run your finger over my head again." When I did, his eyes slid shut. "Yeah… keep going. God, why is a simple hand job so hot? Mmm, you've got a good hand. Stroke me faster. I've been close since sucking you down, so I'm going to nut soon. Fuck, and when you put your feet on me? Fire, man. Just fucking fire."

God, his mouth.

"Fuck, yeah… Damn, that's nice. That hits the spot, man."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "I can still taste you on my tongue. That's… I like that."

I swallowed in return as the arousal stirred my cock to life again. Girls never talked dirty, and I rarely did, so it was different to hear it, but I liked it, too. Well, my body did, anyway.

Even though I sped up my strokes, he demanded more. "Faster. Shit, I'm so fucking close. Tug on my balls."

With my other hand, I tugged on him a couple of times as Aspen moaned, whimpered, and wiggled on the bed. His cock turned hotter than it already was, and it swelled. His hands suddenly rushed to his head to grip his hair before he pumped cum all over the damn place, spattering on his abs, his chest, the bed, and all over my hand. I slowed my movements as his body trembled with aftershocks.

"Holy hell. That was nice." His voice was hoarse and quiet as he breathed through the rest of his shuddering climax.

I let go of his cock and stared at all the cum on my hands. My fingers pressed together, feeling the sticky texture of it out of curiosity more than anything. It was clearer and stickier than mine. Before I could grab something to wipe it off, Aspen grabbed my hand, eyeing my palm with his dark eyes like it was his next meal. My heart slammed into my chest, and my cock stirred again when he slipped my index finger into his mouth and sucked off his own cum. Holyfuckinghell. Why was that so… hot?

"You kinky motherfucker," I muttered.

He gave my finger one more suck before he let me go and shrugged, looking at me sheepishly. More like guiltily, as if he got caught doing something wrong. "Was that too much?"

"I, ah… no. It was kind of…" I pointed at my dick, pulsing and trying to grow hard again.

Aspen's grin turned devilish. "I can relieve you again, if you want."

I smiled broadly and laughed. "You're crazy. No, I'm good for now." I looked at my cum-covered hand again.

"Here, let me clean that for you."

Aspen stood, left his room, and quickly returned with a washcloth and cleaned my hand before cleaning himself off. He tossed the rag into his hamper and climbed back into bed, leaning against his headboard with a stupid and satisfied smirk on his face.

I smirked back and shook my head before it dropped. "That was…"

He swallowed, turning serious. "Did you like it?"

I nodded. "I did. Admittedly, that was a pretty fucking awesome orgasm. I can't remember having one that strong before."

Aspen fucking preened, looking quite proud of himself. "My first blow job blew all other blow jobs out of the water, eh?"

I snorted a laugh. "Sure, you can carry the crown for a while."

"Does this mean we'll do this again?"

"Sure, why not? Maybe next time, I'll even get the balls to do it to you, too." It amazed me how readily I agreed to do this again, but I didn't lie. I couldn't remember having such an intense orgasm. My ex never enjoyed doing it and only did so because she felt obligated. Perhaps that should've been my first clue that we were destined to fail.

He shrugged. "You don't have to. This is about having fun, not stressing out."

"It's only fair. And it was surprisingly fun."

Aspen rolled over onto his side, and his now soft dick flopped with him. I had this urge to cover up, but I stayed where I was, feeling a bit obligated not to get dressed and leave.

I laid on my back because he clearly wanted to talk about this. Communication was good, but it felt a little awkward, too. Aspen wanted to explore this side of him, so who was I to deny him if he wanted to talk more?

"So, what did you fantasize about? Was she a blonde? A red-headed like you? Did she have thick, luscious, and pouty lips wrapped around your cock?"

I sighed and rubbed my eyes with my fists. "No." I didn't want to admit I'd only thought about Aspen sucking me off.

"Well, don't leave me in suspense. I want to know what Coop fantasizes about when he's getting sucked down."

"Fuck, you've got a dirty mouth."

He grinned at me. "I have no filter. Why would you assume I wouldn't have a dirty mouth?"

I laughed as the ease washed over me again. "Fair enough."

"I'm stoked that you're on board with this, Coop. I love exploring this side of me, and I hope you enjoy it, too."

"Surprisingly, I did. As long as shit doesn't become weird between us."

"Definitely."

We lay there for a moment in silence, with both of us staring at his ceiling. "We're not going to snuggle or anything, are we?" I teased.

He snorted a laugh. "No. That's it, unless you want to snuggle. I'm always game for snuggling."

"I'll skip the snuggling."

He shrugged. "Your loss. I'm a pretty awesome snuggler."

I smiled and shook my head—a common reaction to Aspen, along with numerous eye rolls.

After climbing out of his bed, I reached for my joggers and underwear on the floor and pulled them on. "Night, Asp," I said as I walked out.

"Night, Coop."

The next day, Ben called as I walked home from class.

"Hey, big doctor bro."

He snorted on the other end. "How's my favorite brother?"

"I'm your only brother."

"Well, your only brother is calling for our weekly chat to see how you're doing. I know Mom and Dad aren't good at keeping in touch with us. Someone has to take up the slack."

I smiled as I looked both ways for cars while crossing the main drag by the university. My brother and I had always been close, and I was eternally grateful for it. He gave me the affection and attention I needed when our parents were too busy.

"I'm doing pretty good. Some classes are tough, but I'm getting through them with good grades. And football is always a blast."

"I watched the OU game. Damn, Coop, you blew me away. Fucking OU deserved to get creamed."

"We didn't cream them, Ben. We barely won by the skin of our teeth."

"Hey, a win is a win."

"True. So, how's residency life going?"

Ben scoffed. "I'm not sure I would call it a life. Between not sleeping and eating, it's hard to have a life outside of residency. But I think eventually, I want to go into surgery."

God, that was the last thing I needed to hear. I understood how much work it would be, but fuck… I did not look forward to that path at all. I barely had a life already between football and school. It was Aspen who kept the days interesting, that was for sure.

"You okay? You're being too quiet," he asked when I didn't respond.

"Yeah…"

Despite our closeness, I had yet to tell Ben about how much I wanted to go into the NFL. We talked about my lack of interest in going into medical school, but not much beyond that. What was the point in trying if I was stuck on this path?

"You don't sound fine."

"No, it's all good."

"Have you met anyone?" He asked, changing the subject.

I wasn't about to mention Aspen, not that we were a thing, anyway. "I'm not in the mood to start over right now, you know? Maybe later. I need to focus on football and school."

"I understand. Man, I can barely find anyone either with these fucking hours. I've just been finding what I can get with the female med students."

"Sorry, Ben."

"It is what it is. I love medicine, but damn… I need to breathe sometimes."

"Yeah. Listen, I'm home now and need a serious nap, but call me anytime you need to talk… beyond our regular catch-ups."

"Sure thing. Love you."

"Love you, too."

I hung up and thought about finally telling Ben how I wanted to pursue professional football. Maybe he'd have some advice for me because I had zero interest in medicine. Perhaps he could help me navigate Mom and Dad.