Rush pulled back a little, looking at Tristian's face. All that confidence, that flirtatious bravado that had been there before seemed to have gone now and it made his resolve falter. Isn't this what had always kept him from doing anything with Tristian in school? Rush had let other guys go down on him, he'd not ever considered that gay because he wasn't the one ever touching their cocks, but he'd never let Tristian because he'd always been worried Tristian would see it as more than what it was. Was that what he was doing now?
He sounded so breathless, so uncertain that it made Rush hesitent too. He wanted the other Tristian back, the one who'd been touching his cock before and who'd been talking about his collection of toys. He liked that Tristian, the one who seemed to know what he wanted and it seemed to be the same sort of thing Rush wanted too. They were both lonely, both sexually frustrated and why shouldn't two friends sort each other out? Rush wasn't gay and Tristian wasn't a girl so nothing was going to come of it but it could just be fun.
"Then I don't want you to stop either." He said firmly. "This isn't just me doing this, is it? You're doing it too."