“Dude—you seriously brought all of leg day home?”His voice was rough. Gay sex Didn’t sound pussyish, right? And maybe he had other priorities as well. But another part—tired, drunk, horny as fuck—felt like it made sense.Noah had been calling the shots all night. Liam even laughed a few times.It was good. Calm. Maybe he did need to loosen up more.It was a Friday night when it finally snapped. “But might be why Camila stopped blowing you.”The words hit like a punch. His cock ached— Why the fuck was he so turned on?His eyes darted to Noah’s face. “You got something.”Liam froze half-aware. And then you can cum.”Liam swallowed. His throat was dry. Too casual. Sleep.The toilet flushed. You ever tasted it?”Liam shook his head fast. Rich. His mouth tingled where his wrist had smeared across. Let the night begin.The first couple rounds went fast. Some fresh, some already tacky from the air.Noah’s grin was steady. And the more Liam hung out with him, the more that idea took root.
