"Fuck! My feet are killing me, dude." Edward says, plopping down on the blue L shaped couch in his best friend Jake's apartment.
"What did you do, Cullen?" Jake questions, getting up from the couch and grabbing a beer from the kitchen.
"Fuck if I know. Must be all the running I've been doing in those two year old shoes!" Edward replies, kicking his bare feet up on the long part of the couch.
"Shit, do you think I could bribe you into giving me a foot rub?" Edwards asks when Jake returns to the couch. Jake lifts a perfectly sculpted brow and lets out a rough chuckle. His dick twitches in his pants.
"I don't fucking think so," Jake replies, but his heart races at the thought of massaging any part of his best friend. Not the Edward could know that. No fucking way, he'd skin Jake alive if he knew.
"Come on, man. I'll do anyyyyything." Edward says, pouting adorably with his thick lower lip sticking out. Jake studies his face for a second, taking in his perfect eyebrows, strong jaw line, emerald green eyes and slight two day stubble. This fucking man.
"Fuck, okay, but don't think about telling anyone. Emmett would never let me live it down." Jake says, before getting on his knees by Edwards feet.
He takes one in his strong hands, and begins rubbing the arch tenderly.
"Unhhff." Edward moans, letting out his breath.
"I've never had a foot massage before." He admits, groaning again as Jake's hands move over the sole of his left foot.
"How's it feel?" Jake asks, his voice embarrassingly husky.
"Feels pretty good." Edward says, slightly shocked at how good his best friends hands feel on his skin.
"Mmm, it does?" Jake asks, shocked to hear how flirty his voice sounds. Fuck, Jacob Black, get it together!
Edward just nods, noticing for the first time how strong Jake is. Edwards dick twitches again at the thought.
What the fuck?
"I can feel the tension as it's being let out." Edward says, when he finds his voice. Jake just keeps massaging, deeper with each stroke, and switches feet. Jake reaches for the lotion on the end table, rubs some into Edwards foot.
"Is it too rough?" Jake asks, his voice damn near liquid sex. Edward tries to sit forward a little, hiding how hard that tone makes him.
"No, that's perfect," Edward breathes, moaning.
"You are perfect," Jake breaths, and Edward just chuckles. He doesn't know what's going on but, who is he to stop now?
The tattoo's on Jakes arms flex and move as his muscles bunch, relieving the tension from Edward's feet and calves.
Jake, now filled with a little confidence, moves his hands slowly up Edwards calves, to his thighs. Edwards eyes roll back into his head, as Jake's hands meet the bottom of his boxers under his shorts.
Edwards breathing gets deeper, rougher, and he begins panting with shyly putting his hand over his now bulging crouch.
Jake's eyes follow the movement, and his eyes get dark with hunger as he see's what Edward's hiding.
"How about we get these pants off?" He asks boldly. "Yeah," Edward breathes, his fingers undoing his zip and pushing his shorts down his thighs. Jake's eyes follow with more hunger then Edward had ever seen from anyone.
Once his shorts are off, he quickly kicks off his boxers too, leaving his dick hard and weeping against his belly button, and Jake staring with his mouth open.
"Shut your mouth before you catch a fly," Edward teases, to which Jake just snorts and reaches for Edwards dick.
As his hand makes contact, Edward hisses and then groans, letting his head fall back and his eye roll back into his head.
I am definitely finishing this! I seriously just have to crash now, and I'm posting to see if I get any feedback. So let me know if it's okay!
P.S holy hell this makes me hot.
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