Boyd will do anything to avoid his cousin Coco—even pretend to be gay. He’s visiting his dad who’s got a broken arm, and all he wants is for her to leave him alone, so Boyd calls his best friend to come rescue him. That’s what friends do, right? His father swears that karma is going to bite him on his butt for lying, but Boyd can’t think of any other way to extricate himself from Coco’s clutches.
Harrison will do anything for his best friend—even pretend to be his fake boyfriend, because he’s awesome like that. Once he arrives, though, Boyd surprises him with a “practice” kiss, which is just totally uncalled for. Before Harrison can fend him off, they’re on the bed making out. How does he get into these crazy situations? Oh yeah, Boyd and his wacky ideas. Harrison’s going to make him pay for this (even if he kind of secretly enjoyed it) because that’s how karma works.
Be Warned: m/m sex, mild BDSM, public exhibition, spanking
Boyd moved in before he lost his nerve. Harrison’s eyes went wide, and then their lips collided. To his shock, it didn’t feel all that different from kissing a woman. Harrison’s mouth was soft and he smelled faintly of mint. Boyd cupped his cheek, momentarily surprised by the prickly stubble, but then Harrison inhaled and the kiss deepened. Boyd gasped as Harrison licked inside, grabbing his arms.
Oh my God, he thought, shocked as arousal shot through him. Harrison’s hands tightened, and Boyd slid his arm around his friend’s neck, kissing harder. Harrison growled as Boyd pressed their bodies together. His cock was rock hard and he had no idea when that had happened. He wasn’t sure he cared. He just knew he wanted more.
Unexpectedly, Harrison slotted his leg between Boyd’s, putting pressure in all the right places. The firm insistence of his best friend’s erection against his body had him gulping air. Harrison broke the kiss and backed up, eyes wild. Boyd stared at him, trying to deal with the insane hotness of what had just happened.
“What the fuck was that?” Harrison asked, voice cracking.
Boyd shook his head mutely. He really couldn’t talk right now. His cock was jammed into the crease of his jeans, pinching things that shouldn’t be smooshed. He reached down to adjust himself. When he looked back up, he realized Harrison was staring at his groin. He slowly slid his hand to his hip, watching Harrison watch him.
That’s so fucking hot, he thought, rattled. “I’m sorry,” he said aloud, stepping further back. His hip knocked against the dresser by the window and he grabbed on, needing the stability.
“Jesus, Boyd,” Harrison muttered, still staring. Abruptly, he strode forward and grabbed Boyd by the shirt.
Boyd braced himself for a punch, but instead, Harrison kissed him again. His mouth was hot and sweet and Boyd moaned even as he trembled.
“Shit,” Harrison said, biting Boyd’s lower lip. “Shit.”
Boyd agreed, but he didn’t move away. He wanted more. A lot more. When Harrison finally broke off, Boyd slumped against the dresser, hot and flushed and really fucking confused.
“Shit,” Harrison said again, green eyes burning with intensity. His sandy hair was tousled and Boyd stifled the urge to run his fingers through it.
“That didn’t quite go like I’d planned it,” Boyd said, clenching his fists.
Harrison laughed. “I’ll bet. What the hell were you trying to do, anyway?”
Boyd cleared his throat and looked away. “I figured we could kiss in front of Coco so she would get the hint.”
Harrison backed up and sat on the bed, shaking his head. “Dude.”
“I know. Major fail.”
Harrison looked at the ceiling. “So, have you ever kissed a guy before?”
Boyd snorted. “Uh, no.” When the hell would he have done that?
“Yeah, me neither.”
They were silent for a bit. Then Harrison asked another question. “Did you know?”
“Know what?” Boyd frowned.
“That you’d like it.”
He shoved off from the dresser, ignoring the squeak of the wood. “Shit.” He started pacing at the foot of the bed. “Maybe it’s you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Harrison asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. He leaned back, looking like sex on a stick.
Boyd pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maybe it’s because you’re my best friend. And we’ve known each other forever. That could be why.”
Harrison grimaced. “Years of familiarity can not make up for my lack of boobs, trust me.” Ridiculously, he ran his hands down his chest.
Boyd choked. How did Harrison do that? Just when he began to panic, his best friend made him laugh. “I just mean that you know I care for you. Maybe that’s what made it so…” He flapped his hands suggestively.
Harrison raised his eyebrows. “So… what?”
Boyd steeled himself. He was not a coward. “Hot.”