I know from what Jordan’s told me that he’s an engineer, but I don’t know when he has time for a job when his impressive physique suggests he spends most of his time at the gym.
I have to act like there's nothing weird. Although, surely Jordan's already told him I'm gay, so he's going to totally think I find him attractive. Well, as attractive as I really find him.
Bail. Bail.
As I spin around, the hardwood floor creaks beneath my feet.
“Scott?”
I whirl back around. My face must look like a cherry.
He eyes me curiously, the bowl right beneath his chin. He's such a straight guy—standing there, not having a clue why I'd be weirded out by him being naked in the fucking kitchen.
“Seriously?” I ask.
Anger has always been my defense mechanism. Just like with last night.
Now that I feel like I'm trapped, I'm going to lash out at him.
But I can’t help but scan his impressive bod.
He’s like a cover model for an Abercrombie ad.
He’s got lines in his six-pack that would stand out even if he was sitting down, and his pecs are round and defined.
How much does he fucking bench to get that chest?
Even flaccid, it's huge. That cock belongs on a fucking horse! And damn that would feel good inside me, but considering my dry spell, any cock would feel good in me right now.
His eyes are wide like he’s trying to figure something out.
His dark locks are tousled a little over his head, but it looks almost crafted. Like some hair designer intentionally made it appear ruffled for a photo shoot.
I can’t believe anyone could just wake up with that hair.
He presses those thick pink lips together, seemingly revealing his uneasiness about my attitude—the only thing that reveals he's uneasy about anything right now.
“You're standing in the fucking kitchen naked,” I say, my tone severe.
“That an issue?”
“Who the fuck does that? Were you raised in a nudist colony? You can't even throw some boxers on?”
He turns away from me.
“Better?” he asks.
And my dick lengthens even more.
Feels like it's a hundred degrees in here. Sweat beads across my forehead.
“You know, you could show a little respect, considering you don't even live here.”
“Jordan didn't tell me there were all these fucking rules. No loud sex. No walking around naked.”
“Common decency, Mikey.”
“Whatever.”
