Page 38 of Teach Me To Sin
B: If you lie, I get a bonus question. Which of us do you want to show up naked at your door right now?
“Shit,” I groan as the question sends heat spreading through my core and down my thighs.Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to, I return. Thinking about one of them showing up alone feels hollow enough to kill my buzz completely.
Alek can hear you too, you know. I’m 95% sure he’s getting off to it under his covers.
I drop my head against the mattress, shuddering a little. My boundaries have worn away to nothing, so my horny brain and my lawyer brain mesh together to deliver a perfect dilemma, where I benefit either way.You can choose truth or dare. Either tell me one true thing about yourself, or get Alek to send me a dirty video of himself.
No one answers for a long time. I rut the bed slowly, trying to imagine what’s happening on the other side of the thin wall. After ten minutes, I give up and roll onto my side. My body refuses to come unless those two are involved.
I start to doze off half-naked on top of the covers, when my phone vibrates. My whole body lights up at the sight of Alek’s name on the screen. I’m so focused on waiting for the video to load that I sit up and forget to keep jerking off.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing,” Alek hisses at Benji off-camera from where he’s tucked into one of the hotel beds. His cheeks are flushed red with mortification, his usually tidy hair rumpled.
“Tell him what you were doing,” the little demon’s muffled voice prompts.
Alek swallows, avoiding eye contact with the camera. “I was listening to the bed hit the wall.” His voice sounds husky and needy.
“Explain why the bed was hitting the wall,” Benji coaches patiently. “To him, not me.”
“He was–” He takes a deep breath. Finally, I get a look at his dark, expressive eyes, full of something between shame and want. “You were jerking off and imagining us fucking. I think you’re jealous, because you want to have everything for yourself.” The corner of his mouth twitches up tauntingly. “Benji says I should show you what you did. I wasn’t even touching myself yet.”
So slowly I could scream, he flips the camera view and pushes the sheets down to show the bulge in his briefs. I can hear his breath shiver as he gingerly eases down the waistband until I can see everything. He’s only partway hard, which is even sexier. His thickened-up cock rests on his hip, flushed at the tip and leaking a trickle of precum that glistens against his soft skin. When he moves, rubbing his thighs together, his balls shift and he groans quietly. “Benji, I– Please–”
Before he can finish his sentence, the video cuts off. I stare blankly for a second, like someone dumped water on my head. Then I’m up and yanking on my sweatpants so fast I almost fall over. I tried to be the good guy for one entire hour. The disciplined one. TheGray. It sucked. Now I’m going to go fuck two boys into the mattress.
Alek
Less than threeminutes after I send the video with numb, shaky fingers, someone knocks firmly on the door. I startle, and Benji’s head whips up as a grin spreads across his face.
“Go on,” he prompts when I don’t move. “You should get that.”
“I can’t.” Even as I protest, I awkwardly readjust my briefs and stumble out of bed. A dark, wet spot instantly spreads on the cotton where my cockhead sits, like a billboard advertising how depraved I am.
The rough carpet scratches the soles of my feet as I pad to the entry. My eyes land on all kinds of ordinary things as I go past–the spare pillows Benji threw off his bed, one of those abstract hotel art prints that doesn’t look like anything, my suitcase open against the wall with a plastic bag of toiletries on top. It’s all so normal, like straight, respectable, boring Alek isn’t about to get naked and let two men do whatever they want to him.
Leaning one shoulder against the wall, I rest my hand flat on the back of the door. “Who is it?” Maybe it’s just a cleaner with very bad timing. Benji snorts loudly behind me.
“Room service,” answers a familiar low voice.
I drag the stiff door open. Colson extends one arm, balancing a plate on his palm like a waiter to offer me a greasy burger surrounded by fries so pale they look raw. “Hungry?”
We both stare at each other in silence for a moment. When I laugh weakly, the corner of his mouth tips up and his eyes get warmer. “What the hell is that supposed to be?”
He glances down the hall. “Shhh. Maybe it’s the state dish of Ohio.”
“Good lord.” I roll my eyes. “You pretend you’re not a snob like Gray, but you absolutely are.”
Smirking, he pushes the plate into my chest until I have no choice but to take it. “You eat it, then.”
This time when our eyes meet, it’s not so weird and terrifying. “Do you want to come in?”
He hesitates, glancing down my body to the stain on my underwear, then back to my face in that sharp, probing way that reminds me he’s a lawyer. “Do you want me to come in?” The tone of his voice makes it clear that if I saidno, he’d walk away without a complaint. That comforts me–if he were as needy and out of control as Benji, I’m not sure I could handle it.
I take a deep breath, letting myself slip into a world where I can’t make a mistake because there are no right answers, only wrong ones. “Honestly, yes.”
His shoulder brushes my chest as I pull the door open and step aside. It thuds shut behind him with a sense of finality. Now that the choice is made, I can relax enough to appreciate his fitted white t-shirt and gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide the semi swinging between his legs. If listening to him through a wall got me hard without touching myself, being in the same room has my whole body melting down.
Instead of going deeper into the room, Colson stops with his body hemming me in against the wall. I’m still white-knuckling the burger plate, and I resist for a moment when he tugs it out of my hand and reaches past me to set it on a shelf. I need to swallow the saliva flooding my mouth, but I forget how when he brushes the tip of his index finger up the curve of the erection straining my briefs. His almost black eyes lift to my matching ones. We look the same, but we couldn’t be more different. “You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, dropping his hand.