Blake sat naked in his gaming chair, the black faux-leather creaking under his weight as he spread his knees wide. The room was dark, lit only by the cold, blue glow of his monitor, casting deep shadows across his thick chest and the heavy muscle of his thighs.
Eddie was on his knees between those thighs, his heart hammering violently against his ribs. Every instinct told him to stand up and walk out, but when Blake’s hand fisted into his hair, the grip was warm, tight, and impossible to ignore.
"Get to work, Eddie," Blake murmured, his voice low and casual, as if he were asking for a favor on the football field. Followed by a slight, knowing smile.
Eddie leaned in, the heat radiating off Blake's skin hitting his face. When he took his dick into his mouth, the contrast was immediate, the slick, hot slide of his mouth against the rigid warmth of Blake's dick. Blake let out a low, gravelly sigh, his head falling back against the headrest. His fingers tightened in Eddie’s hair, not painfully, but with a commanding pressure that dictated the rhythm.
Eddie closed his eyes, losing himself in the wet, rhythmic suck of the blowjob, his hand sliding down to cup the heavy, warm balls. He increased the pace, his throat tightening against the head as Blake’s breathing turned ragged. Blake’s hips gave a sharp, involuntary twitch upward.
Eddie knew the stakes. Blake was the varsity quarterback, the golden boy, and Eddie's best friend. But more than that, Blake held Eddie's entire life in his hands. It had started as a stupid dare during a drunken night, a joke, Blake called it. But Blake had kept the video. He knew Eddie’s deepest, most paralyzing fear: being outed to the team, especially to Axel, the state champion wrestler and notorious bully who treated gay guys like dirt.
"Fuck, Eddie..." Blake growled, his thighs tensing, muscles locking up under Eddie’s hands.
The shift was sudden. The relaxed grip in Eddie’s hair turned to iron. Eddie felt the sudden surge in Blake's hips and tried to pull back, his palms pushing against the solid, damp skin of Blake's thighs. But Blake’s hands clamped down, locking Eddie in place.
"Don't move," Blake choked out.
Eddie gasped, but the sound was cut off as Blake’s hips thrust up and his dick shot hot and thick streams of cum into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie swallowed hard against the sudden, sharp taste of him, his eyes watering as Blake held him there for three agonizing, intense seconds, letting the final, pulsing tremors subside before his hands finally relaxed.
Blake slumped back into the chair, chest heaving, a smug, breathless grin spreading across his face.
"Fuck, bro," Blake panted, wiping a stray drop of sweat from his forehead. "You are such a good cocksucker. Honestly? Much better than Lucy."
The mention of Blake's girlfriend stung like a slap. Eddie scrambled to his feet, his knees weak, and bolted into Blake’s private bathroom. He spat into the sink, rinsing his mouth with freezing water over and over, trying to wash away the taste, and the sudden, dizzying realization of what he had done, again. He was trapped. If he stopped, Blake would destroy him.
When Eddie walked back into the bedroom, the spell was broken. Blake was already pulling a pair of grey sweatpants up over his hips, looking completely unfazed, as if they had just finished playing video games.
"Dude, please," Eddie said, his voice trembling slightly. "Stop coming in my mouth. I told you."
Blake grabbed a t-shirt, tossing it over his head. "Sorry, bro," he said, his voice returning to that effortless, friendly tone. He stepped close, smelling of soap and sex, and playfully ruffled Eddie’s damp hair. "Don't act like you don't like the taste."
Eddie swatted Blake's hand away, stepping back. "I don't," he muttered, staring hard at the floor, unable to meet Blake’s gaze because he knew his own eyes would betray him.
Blake let out a soft laugh, a sound full of easy, terrifying confidence. "Sure you don't. Well, you're going to get plenty of practice up at the lake."
Eddie’s stomach dropped. "Please, dude. Why are you doing this? It was just a stupid dare. You promised you'd keep this between us."
Blake just winked, grabbing his car keys off the desk. "My lips are sealed, bro."
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