“Thank you, that’d be great,” Ty says before heading back into the master bedroom, leaving Jesse and me aloneagain.
Silence.
Awkward fuckingsilence.
We’ve had too much of thattoday.
I try to keep from looking at Jesse, but as usual, I can’t help myself, and he’s looking right at me, his gaze as hungry as it looked at thebeach.
“Well, isn’t this an interesting turn of events?” heasks.
“Forsure.”
I hear the master bedroom door open, and Ty steps out. “Oh, sorry, I got so busy, I never asked. How was thehike?”
We turn our attention to Ty at the same time, and I can feel myself blushing—fucking blushing like a kid getting caught doing something heshouldn’t.
“It was awesome,” Jesse says, and I can hear the sincerity in histone.
He’s not just talking about thehike.
“Yeah. It was…much better than I expected,” Iconfess.
Ty glances between us curiously, like he’s on to the fact that neither of us was referring to a scenic walk. “Too bad I missed it. But maybe it was good that you got to spend some time together, considering you’re going to be all up in each other’s business for the next few days.” He winks. “Anyway, back to work.” He rolls his eyes before heading back into thebedroom.
“Yeah…” Jesse groans. “Gonna be an interesting few days withouthim.”
I nod. “Forsure.”
I don’t give him more than that before I head into the guest bedroom. I strip down to my boxers and open my laptop. I’ll throw myself into work. There’s always something to do. Vanessa sent a bunch of tax shit over that I need to review for theaccountant.
Work, yes. That’s always been my escape. Focus on success and my career to distract myself from the pain and uneasiness…those things that hauntme.
But I can’t focus on spreadsheets and files of news articles to keep me abreast of current events while my dick is stiff against my leg, urging me to release. I don’t want to because I know I won’t be able to jerk off without thinking ofhim.
After a couple more failed attempts at focusing, I rise from my desk and stretch out across the queen-sizebed.
I pull down my trunk boxer briefs and stroke my cock. As I retrieve some lube from the nightstand, I’m not lying to myself, not pretending I want anything other than to have my cock buried in Jesse as I watch his expression. I want him to show me how much he’s enjoying me pleasing him, serving his needs—the way he did when I was massaging hisprostate.
The idea of doing that with my cock instead of my fingers—oh, that feels so right…sodelicious.
I jerk more vigorously as I imagine spilling my load inside him and watching him shoot his across that muscular body of his, the cum seeping into those ridges between hisabs.
I want to make him come sobadly.
I want to make him writhe in pleasure beneath me, to be the one to show him how amazing the experience canbe.
The thought takes me over the edge, and soon I’m jizzing all over myself, muscles spasming, body twitching as I enjoy a fantasy where I can give Jesse exactly what he needs without having to worry about consequences or anything getting in ourway.
It’s just us and this powerful, potent lust that lingers between us, that only grows stronger the more I’m around him, the more I get to knowhim.
17
Jesse
“Well,it was nice getting to hang for a whole two seconds,” Ty says before fist-bumpingme.
We stand in the short hall before the entry to Eric’s condo. Ty and Eric look at each other. Ty waves, and Eric smiles back. “Good to see you again,” Ericsays.
