Just a Bit Gay Read online Alessandra Hazard (Straight Guys #9)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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Tyler licked his moist lips. They felt puffy. “Are you crazy? There are people just outside the door.” His voice didn’t even sound like his own, hoarse and breathless.

Nick pushed their crotches tighter, making Tyler gasp at the feel of his erection against his own.

“I locked it. Pull my cock out.”

Tyler glared at him, his stomach clenching. “There’s no way we’re fucking here.”

“I’m not going to fuck you,” Nick said, watching him with hooded eyes. “You’re going to pull my cock out and wank me off.”

Tyler stared at him with wide eyes. This wasn’t the deal. Every time they’d had sex, it always ended with Nick’s cock in his ass—which was the original reason they’d started fooling around. Giving Nick a handjob just for the sake of it would be…it would be huge. It would be gay.

There would be no going back from it.

Tyler started shaking his head when Nick leaned in and said into his ear, “Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re desperate for me, but you can wait until we get home, right? I’ll fuck you nice and hard, until your pussy is sopping wet and sore from my cock.”

Tyler shivered, a whimper rising in his throat. Slipping a hand between them, he tugged at the zipper of Nick’s trousers with shaking fingers until his hand finally closed around Nick’s hot erection. He stroked it fast and hard as Nick whispered filth into his ear, saying what a good girl he was, how good his hand felt, how badly Nick wanted to spread Tyler’s legs right there and push into his hungry little pussy. It was humiliating. It was emasculating. It was stupidly arousing. Tyler found himself grinding helplessly against Nick’s hard thigh until his vision went white and he came in his fucking pants. He didn’t even notice Nick coming, too, but he must have: Tyler’s hand was sticky and Nick’s cock was softening in his hand. They both were breathing hard, wrapped in a half-embrace. Tyler was glad for the hard sink behind him or he would have likely fallen over.

At last, Nick cleared his throat and stepped back. He tucked his cock in, zipped up, and washed his hands. Finally, he looked at Tyler. Something flashed through his eyes.

“You look like a mess, Ty,” he said, his voice light and amused, as if he wasn’t the man who’d just taken Tyler apart with nothing but filthy words. So his best mate was back.

Dazedly, Tyler looked down at the wet patch on his jeans and made a face. It was a good thing his jeans were dark.

He turned to the mirror and tried to make himself presentable, determined to act as if nothing weird had happened.

Because nothing had.

Chapter 15

But everything changed.

Now that the floodgates were opened, Tyler couldn’t shut them again. He seemed completely unable to see Nick as a friend anymore, his eyes lingering helplessly on the curve of Nick’s mouth, his firm jaw, and his ridiculously fit body. It was fucking horrible. The worst. Tyler didn’t know what to do with himself, how to stop wanting those gay things, how to go back to normal and stop drooling over his best mate. At this point, Tyler was pretty sure he wouldn’t choose a naked bombshell with a strap-on over a naked Nick with his distinct lack of tits and his hard, heavy body. It was so bloody gay, and Tyler was so very confused. He didn’t feel gay. He didn’t suddenly start checking other blokes out; he didn’t stare at other men’s bodies or hands—only at Nick’s.

The worst part was, Nick seemed completely unflappable and impossible to read. After the handjob in Andy’s loo, he hadn’t asked for more unreciprocated handjobs and he didn’t seem to act any differently around him. Tyler felt…stupidly disappointed, and it pissed him off. It pissed him off that he was starting to feel all kinds of gay and needy while Nick either treated him as a platonic best mate or fucked Tyler so good he bloody saw stars—before rolling off Tyler and going back to being his best mate.

It wasn’t that Tyler didn’t want his best mate around; he just…he just didn’t seem to be able to turn off the wanting after the sex was over. Clearly Nick didn’t have the same problem.

Tyler forced himself to stop thinking about it and tried to focus on the TV screen.

The 85-inch display the Hardaways had bought recently was a thing of beauty, and the movie they all were watching was entertaining—at least Tyler presumed it must be entertaining, because everyone else seemed engrossed in it, as far as he could see. Tyler was already starting to regret that he’d ended up staying for the Hardaways’ movie night, but it would have been rude to refuse, considering that he’d come to Zach’s house uninvited and didn’t expect the entire Hardaway clan to be there. Nick had already been sprawled lazily on the couch at the back, and he patted the space next to him when he’d seen Tyler.


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