Page 61 of Uncharted

I squinted at him. “How do you know that? Did you ask⁠—”

“I did not, fuck all that nonsense,” he said with a snort as he grabbed the bottle of lube and threw his towel away, betraying that, despite his nerves, he was hard. “I looked that shit up. I’m sure Colin would have told me, but I didn’t need him⁠—”

“Knowing,” I said, not sure if I should be disappointed that he was desperate to keep things quiet, but shit, if he wasn’t sure, there was no need to drag other people into it, right?

Of course, I had to get my pants off again, but at least he was willing to help, tossing them aside and looking me over as I rolled. And then he stopped me, a gleam in his eyes that I recognized.

His mouth was on me a minute later, and I gasped lightly as the warmth of his mouth closed over the head of my dick, bringing me to full mast in no time. That gasp became a moan as he brought his mouth down further, and I felt his throat open to welcome me. Where I struggled to take more than half his dick when I gave him head, that ridiculous Banana Trick he’d shown me two years ago had finally come in handy.

He still struggled once he was far enough down, but goddamn if it didn’t feel amazing to be that far into someone’s throat, a gift I was rarely given. It was helped by the fact that while I had always loved watching someone give me head, there was something…special about watching Reno do it. Sure, a little part of me smiled affectionately at watching him awkwardly try to get the hang of things, but it was much more than that.

He was my best friend in the entire world, someone I trusted completely, even when I already trusted several people. With Reno it was different, and I’d always had a soft spot for him, a warmth of affection that was always glowing whether he was around or not. With my dick pushing into his throat, though, that warmth was quickly becoming a fever-pitched inferno of desire. Those puppy dog eyes were burning with lust as they flicked up to me; his lips, so prone to smiling and laughing, were wrapped around me, driving me insane.

He was the same man he’d been when I’d first met him, when I’d realized he was the best friend I’d ever had, as he was while he was sucking me off and…yeah, that was a finger pushed into me as well. Nothing about him had changed, except the same things that had drawn me to him as friends made me want to hold the back of his head and push as deep into his throat as I could. Or kiss him stupid, to fuck him, to be fucked by him, to wrap myself around him like I liked to do before, but kiss the back of his neck and stroke his stomach.

Two fingers and I groaned. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to go from loving my best friend, who I was also desperately attracted to, right into full-blown being in love with my best friend before he’d ever figured out what he wanted.

Three fingers and he reached a new depth of my dick in his throat, and I wondered if it was possible that all my relationships before had never worked because that was waiting for me all along.

His fingers never left me, but I whimpered when his mouth pulled off, and then I remembered what was about to happen. He said nothing, not that he had to, because it was obvious we were on the same page from the intensity of his gaze. I rolled over, and he helped, his fingers slipping from me as he grabbed the bottle of lube and lay down behind me.

Reno’s breath was warm against my neck as he wriggled around. I could do nothing but lie there, my good arm unable to do much while I was half lying on it. And then I felt something press against me, and I took a deep, quiet breath as he wriggled again, and I realized he was finding a new angle.

“Oh,” I grunted when I felt the head of his dick push into me.

He went still. “Jake?”

“Don’t start frettin’,” I told him as I was quickly reminded how it felt to have something more than fingers in my ass. It wasn’t…well, it wasn’t the greatest feeling, even though there was next to no burning, there was still the initial discomfort of being opened by someone else. Except that wasn’t a toy; that was a grown man’s cock, it was Reno’s and I was more than happy to deal with temporary discomfort if it meant continuing. “Keep goin’.”

There was a moment of hesitation, and I could feel him trembling as if torn between two choices. Then he pushed forward a bit more, and I took a slow breath. A lubed hand held my hip, and more of him was pushed inside. He was moving slowly, carefully, because he was afraid of hurting me or afraid he was going to lose it too soon. I wasn’t going to argue, despite being a little uncomfortable; there was excitement and anticipation too.

His arm wrapped around my waist as the last inch slid into me with a grunt from Reno. Warm lips pressed into the back of my neck, and he murmured something I couldn’t make out.

“What?” I asked as the weird feeling of intrusion was being replaced with something…else.

“Nothing,” he muttered. “So, uh⁠—”

“You’re safe,” I said with a smile, and after another pause, he moved.

It was slow at first, again I didn’t know if it was for his benefit or mine, but he was careful. I could feel him grow in confidence as he rocked his hips back and forth. They were shallow thrusts at first and then grew deeper. His fingers flexed, and he shifted my hips before pushing in again.

All previous discomfort was washed away and compensated for in an instant. His cock slid along my insides and pleasure exploded. I gasped, reaching with my right hand as best I could to grab his hand and groan. Emboldened, he thrust in earnest, his mouth making a line of kisses along my neck, my shoulders, any part of my body he could reach.

I didn’t know how he had thought to search for and aim for my prostate, but whatever had brought it about, I wasn’t going to argue. Each thrust sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through me, making me forget the ache in my chest when I moaned a little too loudly, or the ache of my arm from the way I kept moving it while he fucked me.

It was everything I remembered from the times I’d let the more experimental girls of my past use a toy on me, and so much better. It wasn’t just because it was flesh instead of a toy; it was because…well, it was Reno. My best friend, my latest lover who maybe, just maybe, might be the only one for the rest of my life. And if that was just a taste of what we could have together, then I would happily let him fuck me whenever he wanted.

Then the sneaky bastard reached around and grasped my straining cock. A whole new level of pleasure jolted through me as cock and prostate were at his mercy. Never had I wished more that I wasn’t battered and beaten than right then. I wished I could see his face as I gave a low cry of pleasure.

“Reno,” I gasped, ignoring the protests of my body and twisting my head around to try to reach him.

He didn’t argue or chide me, leaning up to catch my mouth with his, his hips and hand never faltering. When my orgasm came, it was with the force of a bomb going off inside me, and while my ribs screamed, I cried out as my back arched, driving my ass back onto his cock.

“Oh, holy fuck,” he gasped into my mouth, and as I made a mess of the sheets, I could feel his cock making a mess of my insides. “Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck⁠—”

I couldn’t have put it better myself, but I didn’t have air left in my lungs as my orgasm pulsed with an intensity I couldn’t remember happening to me in recent years. When it was done, I sagged forward with a weak gasp and grunted when I felt his cock slip out as he rolled onto his back. I felt like one of those cartoons where tweeting birds should be circling my head, except instead of being beaten with a mallet or hitting a wall, I had been fucked stupid by my best friend.

The bed shifted under me, and I twisted to find him clambering over to lie facing me. His eyes were rapidly searching my face as he reached out, and I immediately took his hand in mine. My arm would go to sleep in that position, but I didn’t care as I stared at his sweaty face, the worry in his eyes, and the hesitant smile.