Stick It Through

There’s a hole in the wall. A gaping void waiting to be filled.

My best friend dares me to stick it through. I tell him he’s insane, but I can’t stop staring. Is there really a warm, wet mouth waiting on the other side?

Then Jace drops his sweats and does it himself. Thick arms braced against the wall, muscles in his back tensing, hips pumping into the darkness. The view makes me crazy hard.

That shouldn’t be happening. I’m straight. So why is my mouth watering?

Why do I suddenly want to be the one he’s pushing into?