Page 54 of The Quirky Vet

The jokeyness fades and gets replaced by silence, which gets replaced by a look of hunger I've never seen in Fitz's eyes before.

"Do you want to come in?" he asks.

I swallow. "Yeah. I'd love to."

We climb out of my ute, and my heart starts jackhammering as we walk towards his front door, because we both know this isn't going to be like any of the million times I've come over and we've hung out, or recorded videos, or played video games.

We're about to do something we've never done before.

We step inside his place, and I kick my boots off as he toes off his Converse.

And then he looks at me, his eyes still burning, and it kills the last of my awkwardness. He wants this as much as I do.

We start kissing, hungrily, pawing at each other, and before I know it, clothes are flying in every direction. We stumble down his hallway, and I trip over my damn pants, stuck at my ankles.

He holds me steady while I kick them off.

"Thanks," I say.

"No problem." He kisses me again, then pulls back. "I was thinking of taking a shower. Wanna join me?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

We hightail it to his bathroom, and as he fiddles with getting the water temperature right, I take a minute to appreciate the view. His solid back, ridged with muscles, and his plump, round arse.

It's a hot arse, I can freely admit that. But do I want to fuck it? Nah…I honestly don't think I do.

He turns around and smiles. "Those will have to go."

I'm still in my undies. Fitz is not, and he doesn't need to wag a finger when his erection is pointing my way, right at my groin.

His cock is huge, bigger than mine and girthier, too, with veins wrapping up and down the entire length and pre-cum oozing at the tip.

Arse? What arse? The second I see it, I know where I want that monster ending up. Maybe not today, not right now, but definitely someday.

I pull my boxers down my legs and step out of them.

Fitz is in my space the second they're off, and we're back to trading urgent, needy kisses. We somehow manage to step into the shower. He remodelled his bathroom last year, so we can both fit in it.

The warm water washes over our bodies. Fitz dips his head under the showerhead and wets his hair. I run my hands all over his smooth, wet skin, and when I look down, I notice he's curled his fingers around his shaft and is jerking himself off.

So I do the same.

We stand there, with barely a few centimetres between us, staring into each other's eyes, jerking off. It should feel weird, and it does a little, but it's not a bad weird, it's simply what happens when you recognise you're stepping into unchartered territory.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yep. You?"

He nods as a soft moan escapes him as he brings his other hand to his chest, finds his nipple, and rolls it between his thumb and index finger. Another groan, and fuck me, my best friend getting himself off is the hottest thing I've seen in my whole life.

I build up some speed with my own movements, working up the courage to ask the question I'm desperate to ask. "Can I touch it?"

Fitz lifts his hand off his cock and turns to me with a smile. "It's all yours, mate."

His words send a rush of thrills shooting up my spine. I leanover and reach my hand out until I'm curling my fingers around his base. His eyes flutter closed.

I'm well versed in what a cock feels like, I have a very good, very intimate, relationship with my own. But this is different. His cockfeelsdifferent. It's thicker than what I'm used to holding, and I play with the added weight, smacking it around my enclosed palm.