Page 10 of Shared by My Roommate

He settles on his side beside Finn and wraps his hand around Finn’s cock.

Finn’s whole body jerks, his arm coming away from his eyes. Nolan gives him a few slow, experimental tugs, feeling out the shape of him. Finn’s mouth falls open, and a needy sound slips out of him. His hips push up into Nolan’s fist.

“You like my hand on you, Finn?” Nolan’s eyes are on Finn’s face, drinking in every twitch.

“Yes,” Finn gasps. “Don’t… don’t stop.”

Nolan lifts his hand to his mouth and licks a broad stripe across his own palm, his eyes never leaving Finn’s face. Then he wraps his hand back around Finn’s cock and starts stroking him in earnest, root to tip, his thumb sweeping over the head on every upstroke.

Finn’s hands fly down and grip the sheets, knuckles going white, and his hips start pushing up into Nolan’s palm in a rhythm he clearly can’t control. The sounds pouring out of him are obscene, punched-out little moans, one for every stroke.

“You’re so beautiful,” Nolan tells him. “You know that? This pretty cock, the sounds you make. You have no idea what they’re doing to me.”

Finn whimpers, and his hips stutter. Nolan twists his wrist on the upstroke, and Finn nearly comes off the bed.

Nolan’s eyes lift to mine. “Lawson.” His voice has that commanding tone from earlier. “You wanna help me?”

My heart slams against my ribs. “Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, I do.”

Nolan gives Finn’s cock one last slow stroke and then lets go, and Finn makes a broken sound of protest.

“Easy,” Nolan murmurs. “Sawyer’s got you.”

I wrap my hand around him, his heat against my palm, silk over steel. I’ve never touched another guy’s dick in my life, and my brain keeps trying to panic about that and failing, because Finn is arching up into my grip and moaning my name, and there’s no room left in me for anything but making him feel good.

I keep it tight at the base, go slow on the pull up, add a twist under the head, and slide back down firm. Finn’s reaction tells me I’m right, his hips punching up to meet every stroke, his hands twisting the sheets.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Sawyer, fuck, just like that.”

I glance up at Nolan, who’s watching my hand work, and the want in his eyes is so open it makes my dick throb. He’s watching my fist slide over his roommate, his lips parted, his breathing gone rough. Then he dips his head and presses his mouth to Finn’s hipbone, kissing the sharp jut of it. He bites, and Finn yelps, and Nolan soothes the spot with his tongue and does it again an inch lower.

While he works Finn’s hip with his mouth, his hand slides down between Finn’s thighs and cups his balls, kneading them gently, rolling them in his palm.

Finn gasps. “Oh shit. Oh shit, I’m gonna—” His head is thrashing side to side. “I’m gonna come, I’m close, so close—”

He’s giving us the chance to back off, but instead I tighten my grip and speed up. Nolan doesn’t stop either, his hand working Finn’s balls, his mouth sucking a mark into that pale hip. We work him in tandem, like we’ve done this a hundred times, and Finn’s whole body goes rigid under us, his back bowing, his thighs falling open as he comes with the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.

It’s low and cracked and helpless, and it goes on and on as his cock pulses in my fist, striping his stomach and chest with his release. It lands across all that pale skin, up to his collarbone, his body shaking while I milk him through it.

I’ve made girls come before, but I’ve never seen anything like this. Finn, wrecked and shining and painted with his own cum, his hand finding my wrist and holding it in place.

When he finally sags back into the pillows, boneless and gasping, I let him go slowly and stare at my wet hand. My brain is white noise.

***

Nolan pushes himself up off the bed. “Stay here,” he tells Finn, as if Finn is capable of moving, and disappears into the hallway bathroom.

He comes back with a damp towel and kneels beside Finn, cleaning him up with a gentleness that doesn’t match anything I know about my best friend. Finn watches him do it with those huge hooded eyes, gratitude passing across his face.

“There,” Nolan says, tossing the towel toward the hamper. “Good as new.”

Then he pushes his sweatpants down and steps out of them. His boxer briefs are black and tight and do absolutely nothing to hide how hard he is. My mouth goes dry. He climbs back onto the bed, settles against the headboard with the pillows stacked behind him, and pulls Finn into his lap, Finn’s back to his chest, and starts stroking his hair. Finn melts into him instantly, his eyes going half-lidded.

I decide to follow Nolan’s lead, unbutton my jeans, and shove them down and off, leaving just my briefs. The relief of not being strangled by denim anymore makes me groan under my breath. My own cock is aching and leaking precum, and when I settle onto the bed across from them, I can’t help wrapping a hand over myself through the fabric.

Nolan is murmuring into Finn’s hair, too low for me to catch, but Finn drinks it in, turning his face into Nolan’s neck. And then Nolan tips his chin up and kisses him. It’s slow and deep and filthy, and Finn moans into his mouth and gives back everything he gets.

I watch them and give myself a long tug through my briefs, and the friction pulls a sound out of me.