6
Liam
Islid my boxers up carefully with one hand before rising from the couch. I had a mess in my hand, which I’d collected after rubbing one out.
Between how he’d gotten me so worked up at the club and being in such close proximity to him in his place, I’d needed to.I thought about waiting, but I felt if I didn’t get it out soon, the thoughts he’d stirred would plague me. Plus, it was so much easier when I had his pillow right beneath me, could smell Ty as I stroked my girth. I could still feel the impression of his body against mine like it had been when he’d had that ass against my pelvis on the dance floor. Burying my nose against the pillow, I stroked violently as I fantasized about fucking Ty from behind, him straining to turn to me as I pushed into his tight hole, filling him bare and raw, clawing at his abs the way I’d wanted to when I’d just gotten a subtle touch.
“Say my fucking name,” I’d grunted, working to be quiet since he was in the next room, but just loving the way it sounded on his lips. He would have begged for more.
The cum had shot right through me as I’d gasped, stifling the sound as best as I could manage.
I went into the bathroom and washed my hands thoroughly.
My inked dragon, inscribed across my left pec in a dark-gray shade, seemed to be staring at me in judgment for having stayed the night.
A bit of weakness on my part.
Hey, I’ve been a good boy, I said in my own defense.
As soon as I turned the faucet off, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom in Ty’s room, which must’ve abutted this one.
I was glad I stayed.
I liked being close to him, and I didn’t give a shit if he knew that, either, since he must’ve known as much.
“I’m not too drunk.”
“Can’t you just pretend you are?”
I could hear how much he needed me there with him, which was more intoxicating than any of the drinks or shots we’d shared that night.
I returned to the living room, taking far too long of a glance at his door on the way. I wanted to believe he was lying in bed, desiring me. I saw that look in his eyes when I was at his doorway, and all I wanted to do was strip him down and have my way with him.
If I’d pushed, he would have let me do just that.
But no.
He was Eric’s kid, and as much as I enjoyed his company, that was where the line was drawn. It was one thing for me to desire him. Hell, he was a beautiful guy. Even perceived flaws like a subtle curved scar in his right eyebrow and the slightest difference in the hues of his eyes, the way they suited him only added to what in my mind was simply perfection—aspects that only made him that much more aligned with my personal tastes.
But I wasn’t a fucking animal who would cave to lust. Or even to that far more meaningful side of him he’d shared with me, about how on his own he’d felt with his mom as a kid.
Everything he offered up seemed to only make me want him that much more.
I wasn’t intimidated by my emotions, even as the fury of my passion escalated as I lay on the sofa, thinking about him, enjoying being near him so that I could act as his protector, his own personal watchdog, if even only for a night.
* * *
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
I stirred, waking from my sound sleep to the most pleasant of voices and the faint hint of the smell of bacon.
As my eyelids flitted open, I saw Ty’s pretty smile as he offered a charming wink. What light flooded into the room formed a sort of glow around him, making him appear angelic. He wore a white tank top, and like so many of his clothes, that fit his form so well, showed off that body that certainly deserved to be shown off.
“Shit. What time is it?” I asked as I looked to the window that covered most of the wall opposite his kitchen. “It’s so bright outside.”
Ty plopped his ass down on the arm of the sofa, his thighs exposed in the tiny briefs he wore, which I assumed he’d worn because of how well they showed off that pretty ass of his.
“It’s noon. Why? Did you have somewhere to run off to?”
