“Fuck you,” he spat. “Now you’re talking,” I said, ripping his hand away from his lowered zipper and reaching in to withdraw him again. I let his cock stand between us, but not before sweeping a finger over its glossy crown and bringing it to my mouth. We shivered in unison. “Why would you do this?” I asked. “Why here, when you know it would break me?” “We’re just brothers. Friends. It shouldn’t matter—” “Cut the bullshit, Jas. You know it matters. You know it does.”
