19. Dex

19

DEX

Damn it! I probably shouldn't have done the dirty dancing with Austin, but I wanted him to…I don't even know. I saw him letting go, and I wanted that for him, so I just went with it. I knew he was getting hard, and I was feeling a chub forming too because Austin moving that way was sexy as hell. I was losing myself in all of it, but I figured it was only a physical reaction, at least on his part.

I should've known better. This stuff is not casual for him.

My feelings are getting way too muddled, but it's not something that needs unpacking right now, not when Austin's upset. But I'll admit when he reached for that green sticker without much forethought, my stomach dropped. I understand where the confusion came in, though, so I just went with it and followed his lead despite having no desire to be with anyone tonight but him.

I follow him to the restroom, where he's standing in front of a sink and washing his hands.

I meet his reflection in the mirror. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I almost—" His gaze springs to the others in the restroom.

I lower my voice. "I mean, I am irresistible."

I watch as a line of red flushes his cheeks. "Stop making jokes."

Once his hands are dry, I latch on to one of them. "Follow me."

As I lead him to the very end of the row of stalls, he stiffens when we hear someone moaning behind one of them. I've hooked up in a restroom before, and in some clubs, it's just a known thing that happens.

I pull open the last stall and step inside, tugging him along. As soon as the door is shut and locked, I meet his eyes. "Okay, now we're alone and can talk freely."

His head tilts toward the moaning sounds. "Are they…?"

"Uh-huh. Suppose it's better than on the dance floor."

"About that… It's been forever since I've been that close to another guy, and?—"

"You had a physical reaction. We both did."

He glances down the length of me. "Y-you did too?"

"Yeah, I did. And like I said, it's okay. We were standing close and grinding."

"Suppose you're right. I just didn't…" He bites his lip. "Did you really?"

I push back the lock of hair that's fallen on his forehead. "I wish you didn't doubt yourself so much. You're hot and cute as hell. The thing is, you were having fun, and I loved that you were getting into it and letting loose. You deserve that."

"Fuck." He closes his eyes. "I was having fun, but then got embarrassed that I was getting so hot and bothered in public."

"Well, we're not in public now." I grip his neck. "Just you and me. And I want to take care of you."

"W-what do you mean?"

I shrug, wondering if I'm out of my mind right now, but also really wanting him to experience…well, everything. "Use me."

"I, um… Is this still a second date?" he asks unsteadily.

"Do you want it to be?"

He nods. "I liked how relaxed I felt after we swapped out our stickers."

"Then we danced, got boners, and now we're somewhere private and can take care of ourselves."

His pupils blow wide. "Do you mean like…jack off together?"

"It's whatever you want it to be. You call the shots."

He averts his eyes. "I'd rather you did."

My dick throbs. "Are you sure?"

He scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah."

"All right, turn toward the wall," I say, and he stifles a gasp.

When he does as I ask, pinpricks shoot along the fine hairs on my arms and legs.

I clutch his hip from behind. "Take yourself out."

He only hesitates a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He seems unsteady on his feet, so I loop my arm around his chest, noting how hard his nipples are. That makes my dick even stiffer, knowing how turned on he is.

"Touch yourself." I hear his restrained whimper as he sinks against me. My palm presses into the wall as I anchor us in place. I'm also feeling a bit unsteady. Since he's taller, I can't see his hand on his cock, but his arm is moving and he's trembling. "That's it. Make yourself feel good."

After another long moment, Austin spins around to face me, and I wonder if he's having doubts or if I've read him wrong and pushed too far.

His blue eyes are shiny, his bottom lip wobbly, and his cinnamon-colored hair sweaty at the temples. "No fair. You made it seem like we would both be jerking off."

"If you're sure," I say, and he nods.

I make quick work of taking my dick out of my pants. Knowing he's watching me, I plump to full mast. There's just something about having that hungry gaze on me.

As I grip my cock, I allow my gaze to wander down the front of him, and what I see makes me lose my breath. His shaft is thick, the head filled with blood and bulging, and I can just make out the nest of dark hair at his groin.

I've seen my best friend and ex-roommate in various stages of undress over the years, but we've certainly never stroked our own dicks in front of each other.

Fucking hell, is this real?

To break the tension, I say, "You're bigger than me."

"I sort of wondered once or twice." He looks away. "Just curious. Not because?—"

"I think that's pretty normal."

I zero in on Austin's mouth. His lips are parted and shiny from his tongue as he pants openly.

My fingers grip his waist, and I take a step toward him, for no good reason except that right then I have the urge to kiss him. But that would only blur the lines.

I get my thinking under control. This is a second date. It's pretend. And right now, I want to get him off. This cute guy I've asked out.

As he intently watches me stroke my cock, I blurt, "You can touch me if you want."

Fuck, did I really suggest that?

I bury my head in his neck so he doesn't see how completely turned on and out of sorts I feel. That apricot scent from his shampoo warms my insides like a cross between comfort and desire, and I wonder what it might be like to devour him inch by inch.

"I want to," he says against my ear, making me shiver.

I feel his hand slide over my own, so I let my fingers drop. His large palm grips my shaft, and then he's hesitantly stroking me. "This okay?"

I groan, half shock, half torture. "Feels so good."

His voice is raspy when he says, "You can touch me too…if you want."

My fingers fumble as I reach for his cock, but when he trembles, it only makes me more determined to make this a good experience for him.

My lips rest against his throat as he moans quietly, and at least he's in the moment and not freaking out about what we're doing.

Austin hasn't had many experiences like this, so he must be close to losing it. Pushing my own desires aside, I use his precome as lube, then grip him tighter, stroking him faster. All I want is to make Austin feel good.

"Ah fuck, I'm gonna come," he warns a moment before he shoots over my hand. He shudders and buries his head against my shoulder while jerking me sloppily. Just listening to him is enough to make me lose my load against his fingers.

We pant silently as we slowly regain control of our breathing. We use toilet paper to clean up, then tuck ourselves back in. I can tell he's feeling something, and I wonder if it's regret.

"Everything all right?" My stomach feels unsteady as our eyes meet. "Hope I didn't ruin anything."

"You didn't. It felt good." His voice is soft and contemplative. "Made me feel like I was part of this whole dating thing for a change instead of being the wallflower."

"You're not a wallflower." My fingers grip his neck. "That was so hot. You were hot."

He swallows. "So were you."

Unsure what else to say, I unlatch the stall and head out. We get some stares as we go to the sink to wash our hands.

When our eyes meet in the mirror, I burst out laughing and so does he.

I wink. "Best second date ever."