I send him a sharp nod and turn on my heel, walking away from him quickly without making it seem like I’m running.
“It was nice seeing you again, Dr. Barlowe. I’ve missed our sessions,” he calls out, his voice full of tease and promise.
I walk a little faster, opening the car door as his gentle chuckle reaches my ears. Dropping into the seat, I shut the door and close my eyes, grateful no one is here to witness this tragedy. Pressing my palm against my hard cock, I order myself to calm down. The pressure doesn’t erase the need, however, and I check for traffic and then pull onto the highway, going much faster than the speed limit.
I’m home soon enough and, thankfully, Levy and Ant appear to be in their rooms. Practically running to the bathroom, I unzip my jeans as soon as I shut the door. Spying the hand lotion next to the soap, I pump it into my palm and stroke myself, desperate for relief, knowing this won’t take long.
Gripping the countertop with one hand and tightening my grip on my cock with the other, I speed up, carefully keeping my harsh breaths and the shlick-shlick sounds of jacking off to a minimum. I imagine Ignacio kneeling in front of me, his mouth open, waiting. That visual is all it takes for the massive orgasm to slam into me. I aim the thick stripes of cum into the sink, managing to get it everywhere but, and shuddering as my knees give out from under me.
Gripping the counter with both hands, I bring my head up, catching my reflection in the mirror. Shame and desire flush my cheeks, and I cannot account for how this man affects me. Taking a few deep breaths, I wash my hands and use bleach wipes on the mirror and countertop to erase all traces of this foolishness.
The reality is, had we not been in public, I would have taken things much, much further. I know I should stop myself, but there is not a single atom in my body saying no.
11
NACHO
Trip from Rebel Sky requested an ornamental fence around their pool area since their youngest is a little too curious about the water. I feel like being snarky and pointing out that there should’ve always been a fence there, but…whatever.
Ant and I get the job done pretty quickly and are about to head out for the day when Desi and Sam come up to the truck on Ant’s side.
I roll down his window and send them a wave, joking, “Well, lookee here. Two of my favorite queers.”
Desi blows me a kiss and Sam pretends to toss his hair over his shoulder, netting a laugh from me, but not Ant. Desi and Sam exchange grimaces, then Sam climbs up on the footboard, sticking his head in the window.
“Hey, Ant. Hey, Nacho.”
Ant’s muttered, “Hey,” is a little on the salty side, confirming his opinion of them.
Sam, however, is undaunted.
“It’s come to our attention that we somehow missed the boat on inviting y’all to our Sunday dinners. We feel awful about that. I promise it was an oversight. Me and Trip have been busy with the kids and the business… It doesn’t matter. I’m not here to make excuses. We just want to let you know we’re genuinely sorry, and if you two and the therapy brothers would start coming—as soon as this Sunday if you can—it would mean the world to us.”
Ant scratches his nose, but the anger from a few seconds ago is completely gone. With the way he’s back to fidgeting with the button lock on his door, I suspect he’s trying not to cry. I know I am, so I answer for both of us.
“Well, shit. That’s so sweet of you, Sam. We’d love to go. Right, Ant?”
He nods and sends Desi and Sam a trembly but genuine smile.
Sam shakes his head. “Dammit. Open this goddamn door, Ant. Let me give you a hug.”
Ant freezes, and Sam quickly adds, “If that’s okay with you.”
Ant takes a deep breath, then shrugs like it’s no big deal. Sam opens the door, holding out his hand, which Ant grabs and uses to get out of the truck. I hop out and cross around the front to hug Desi while Sam puts his arms around Ant and doesn’t let go. He says something low in Ant’s ear, and the tears Ant’s been trying to hold back find their way down his cheeks.
Sam pulls back from the hug. “You and me? We’ve been through too much of the same shit to not be there for each other. I swear, Ant, it was just life stuff. I never ever meant to exclude you.”
Gesturing at me with a twinkle in his eye, Sam continues, “To be fair, Iwasexcluding Nacho, but that’s only because he’s a degenerate ex-con with a facial tattoo.”
The four of us laugh, all of us teary-eyed and a little lighter for having this interaction. Desi comes in for a hug with Ant, and I give Sam a hug.
“You’re a good man, Sam Goodnight,” I whisper. “I think he needed that more than he realized. Me too.”
We exchange another round of hugs, and I fire off a text to Levy and Bram, telling them about Sam’s invite.
Levy:That’s so kind of them. I’d love to go.
Bram:Me too. I’m glad they talked to you.
