AN: updating to add that I am publishing this with Jared's POV written in! :D SO EXCITED! MORE DETAILS HOW TO READ IT FOR FREE IN THE LAST PART OF THE BOOK TITLED "UPDATE". 

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It wasn't that Travis was gay. Hell no. It was just that he was horny. And, well, being horny alone was never as fun as it was when you were with someone, and right now, he was with Jared. And Jared was girly enough, for a guy, anyway.

He was just the type of pretty, smooth-skinned boy that all the little girls flocked to. The kind who only had to shave once a month and still looked pretty damn smooth. The kind who had that soft look to him no matter how much he worked out. The kind who was looking unnecessarily shocked at Travis' suggestion.

"What?" Travis asked, suddenly self conscious.

Jared stood before Travis in their resort room, spluttering for a moment before finally forming words.

"You just asked me if I wanted 'to come jerk off' with you!"

His voice came out a little too high pitched and Travis snorted.

Done with the debate, he walked out onto the balcony with his mojito and sank into one of the chairs, taking a sip.

He didn't expect the other boy to follow him, but he did, watching Travis expectantly.

"There's nothing else to do," Travis said in answer.

When Jared only stared at him with that same shocked expression, he sighed, annoyed. Jared always had a way of blowing things way out of proportion.

"It's not like I was saying we should touch each other," he said. "We'd just be in the same room."

Colour rushed into Jared's face turning him instantly red, all the colour showing in his pale skin. Man, most days he liked Jared but sometimes he could be such a prude... also he needed a tan.

"It was just a suggestion."

"Do you suggest that to all your guy friends?"

Travis rolled his eyes. Why was Jared dragging this on?

"Look, all you had to do was say no. Its not that big a deal."

Then, feeling particularly annoyed, he leaned back, setting his drink down on the arm of the chair and began to unbutton his white shorts.

He expected Jared's strangled gasp a little sooner then it came.

"What are you doing?!" Jared demanded.

Like he said, Jared was a prude.

"What does it look like?" Travis asked.

A soft breeze rustled Travis' dark hair, drawing his eyes out to the water. Their room was practically on the beach, only a few palm trees broke up the view. The sun was out, shining hotly down and reflecting off the sand and water as it began to dip toward the horizon. A few girls were sunbathing in bikini's, just close enough for Travis to make them out and they looked pretty hot from here.

The atmosphere alone was enough to send a tingle down Travis' spine and straight into his cock. He didn't reflect on the fact that being on a beach was enough to turn him on-and tugged his zipper down the rest of the way.

His friend had ceased his bitching but Travis didn't really want Jared to stick around anymore. Anyway, Jared would be happier if he just fucked off before he got too offended.

He looked up at the brunette, intending to tell him just that, but stopped short.

Jared's eyes were fixed on him. Well not quite on him so much as on the visible bulge in the front of Travis' shorts. Travis could see his shallow breathing from here.

Surprised, Travis suddenly wasn't sure what to do. He had wanted to freak Jared out just a little bit. To annoy him really, but instead, Jared seemed interested.

Shit. Jerking off for a guy might make things weird. Sure, he'd jerked off with a few friends before but it wasn't like they'd paid attention to each other... ignoring each other while you watched porn was a totally different ball game.

Travis slid his hand subconsciously against his boxers and Jared's breath hitched. The sound made Travis' cock twitch a little.

Hell, he did like being watched. Did it really matter who it was doing the watching?

He stuck his hand fully into his shorts, squeezing himself through the fabric of his boxers, rubbing little circles until the jean suddenly felt too tight.

His fingers trembling a little, he lifted up, wriggling out of the confining clothes and letting it fall around his ankles before settling back into his seat.

He looked up at Jared. His friend's pretty green eyes were so dilated that he almost looked like he had just taken something.

"Sit down," he ordered and Jared dropped into the seat next to him as though his knees had buckled.

Fixing his eyes on Jared's enraptured expression, Travis slid his hand fully into his boxers, squeezing his cock. A little moan escaped him as he began to stroke himself.

He didn't feel like dragging this out. He wanted to come hard and fast and for some reason, get this over with, because as much as his body was buzzing from the hungry look in Jared's eyes, he was still kind of weirded out by it all.

Shoving those thoughts hard away, he began to run the calloused tip of his thumb over his head as he jerked it. That always did him in.

Soon his hips were jerking involuntarily into his fist, the chair creaking under him making him wonder vaguely if it was about to break, but he didn't care even if it did. Short desperate gasps were escaping his lips.

He didn't get it, normally he was so quiet but somehow the presence of another person, someone fixated on him, made it impossible to hold back.

He glanced at Jared just as the other boy licked his lips and Travis found himself mirroring the action before looking down at himself.

He didn't know why he had left his bright green boxers on. It was almost more provocative the way his pink tip kept peeking out of the top, slick with precum as he fucked his fist. He inhaled sharply at the image, realizing that this was what Jared was watching. He was seeing all of this, the way Travis' hips were trembling even now with the need to come. Jared was seeing all of this.

His head fell back with a soft moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he continued to fist fuck himself.

"Jesus," Jared choked. It was the first word to leave his mouth and it sounded strangled and so turned on that Travis' hips bucked a little.

When he opened his eyes, fixing them on his friend, he was unnerved to realize that Jared was looking away. Was it too much for him? Was he going to leave?

But there was no point in doing this if he wasn't watching.

"Look at me," he demanded. The desperation in his voice was evident and it brought Jared's eyes to his at once, the hungry look in his eyes amplified tenfold and glued to Travis' as though he couldn't look away now. The green of his iris' were barely visible and strangely bright, his lips parted, breaths coming in short gasps almost like he was being pleasured himself.

And they were nice lips. Full and wide, perfect for swallowing a nice hard cock.

The image shot into Travis' mind so clearly as his hips jerked spastically against his fist that he was caught a little off guard. His head fell back with an embarrassingly loud groan and he came jerkily all over his brand new shirt, his hips twitching into his fist until every last drop spilled out of him.

For a minute he lay still, trying to catch his breath, trying not to think about what had just happened.

It wasn't a big deal, really, he reasoned. He got off being watched, not being with guys.

Finally, his eyes drifted open and he found that Jared was still watching him. His mouth was closed now, his breathing a bit more even but his eyes were still hungrily tracing over Jared. He was clearly trying to look casual, but Travis could see his hands shaking from here.

He wondered vaguely why Jared hadn't touched him. Not once, and he had probably wanted to. Hell, in that situation most people would have, but again, Travis reminded himself, Jared was a prude.

He swallowed and met Travis' gaze now, his mouth opening and closing kind of like a fish as he struggled to find something to say.

Travis decided to help him by blurting the first thing that came to mind.

"So you're gay, huh?"

Jared's jaw dropped.

"You're the one who jerked off!" he finally shouted.

After so much silence from the brunette, the volume of his voice made Travis wince.

"Yeah," he said slowly. True, he had been but... "But I did it for you."

Travis flushed instantly at the remark, his hands drifting up to massage his temples.

"Oh, how kind of you," he muttered.

Travis ignored the sarcasm.

"Don't mention it."

He grinned lazily and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Only when he dropped the soiled garment next to his shorts did he realize that Jared was still staring.

That didn't surprise him too much. A lot of people stared when he was topless. Not that he was bragging, it didn't come naturally. He spent a lot of time obsessing over his body, working out with just the right exercises for the firm, toned muscles to compliment his figure. And since he did work so hard for it, showing it off was something he wasn't afraid to do.

Even so, he grinned at Jared.

"I don't think I can go for another round just yet," he said. "At least give me a couple minutes."

For a moment Jared did the fish thing again and then he just stood up, turned and fled back into the room.

Travis could only assume he had to take care of an erection himself.

He went into the hotel room, flopping onto his back on the bed, his arms stretched out above him, waiting for Jared to finish in the washroom. He could only assume that his friend would come thinking about him. About what had just happened.

He wasn't totally sure what he thought about that so he just shut his eyes and promptly drifted to sleep.