“What’s the matter?” Instead of answering, Tim angled the screen so that Seb could read. “Oh.”
Tim looked up, caught Seb’s gaze and held it, hoping he would understand what that meant without Tim having to spell it out. His mouth had gone dry and he didn’t trust himself to get the words out.
Realisation apparently dawned; Seb’s cheeks flushed and he looked away. “Oh.”
Chapter Nine
Seb focused on his bare feet, curling his toes into the thick pile of the carpet.
Why was this suddenly so awkward? They were both grown men, for fuck’s sake, and jacking off next to a hot guy was hardly a chore. Seb was under no illusions that that was what Tim meant with his searching look.
“How long have we got?” he asked, more of a way to break the weird silence.
To his surprise, Tim chuckled. “Long enough.” He put a finger under Seb’s chin and tipped his head up. “I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking it won’t take me long at all.” He nodded down at the prominent bulge in his jeans.
Seb badly wanted to smooth his palm over the taut denim and feel how hard he was, but he kept his hands to himself, unsure of what the etiquette was in this situation. He’d laid out all the rules for not getting involved beyond what was absolutely necessary, but considering what they were about to do, that seemed absurd now. Seb’s shorts were loose fitting, but even so, his hardening cock was easy to see.
Obviously I want this. Tim must think I’m so full of shit.
Tim linked their fingers for a second before handing Seb his crutch; then he took a step in the direction of Seb’s bedroom. “Bedroom’s this way, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Come on, then.”
They walked the short distance in silence, although Seb’s heart did a good job of trying to make itself heard. His pulse thudded in his ears as they moved, and his dick bobbed with each clunking step he took.
Tim waited for Seb to go in first, and Seb went straight over to his bed. He lowered himself down, taking extra care, because falling on his arse was not something he wanted to do right then. Tim stood in front of him, just the right height for Seb to lean forward and—
He shook his head to clear it. That wasn’t what they were there for. “How should we do this?”
Tim’s gaze snapped up from where he’d been watching Seb’s mouth, and the flash of disappointment told Seb he wasn’t the only one who’d forgotten what this was supposed to be about.
Tim looked down at Seb’s cast and frowned a little. “However’s comfortable for you.” His lips curved up as he spoke. “How do you usually… you know?”
Seb shrugged. “I haven’tyou knowsince I did this.” He held up his wrist and then nodded at his ankle.
“Oh.” Tim looked back at Seb’s cast and slowly dragged his gaze up over his thighs.
Seb parted his legs instinctively, enjoying the open appreciation. Heat settled deep in his belly as Tim worked his way up.
Tim said, “In my professional opinion, as your doctor, I suggest getting naked and lying down would be easiest.”
“Is that so?” Seb sniggered, but Tim just raised an eyebrow at him and carried on.
“Yeah, it is.” He dropped to his knees and Seb’s breath caught. “Lean back.”
Seb obeyed and watched as Tim reached for the waistband of his shorts. He peeled them off slowly, taking great care to lift them over Seb’s erection so that his hand barely brushed him over his underwear. Seb bit back a moan, the teasing touches setting his blood on fire.
Dropping the shorts on the floor beside him, Tim returned to do the same with Seb’s boxer briefs. “Lift up a little,” he whispered, voice rough like sandpaper.
Seb obliged as best he could, leaning on his elbows to avoid his still-healing wrist. Tim managed to not touch him at all that time, and the urge to lift his hips, and chase after Tim’s hands was almost unbearable.
This was your choice, remember?
With Seb now naked and waiting, Tim stood and looked down at him for a good few seconds before snapping his gaze away. “Scoot up the bed and get comfy.” He grasped the hem of his long-sleeved T-shirt and pulled it over his head and off.
Instead of moving into position, Seb lay there staring. He knew shifters were built, their DNA unfairly gifting them with muscles they needed to do little to maintain. But somehow, with Tim being leaner than most, Seb hadn’t expected him to be quite as ripped as he was. He licked his lips, tracking the dusting of dark hair covering Tim’s firm chest all the way down the middle of his belly to where it disappeared behind his jeans. Tim wasn’t heavily muscled like some shifters Seb had seen, but the lean lines, so deceptive under his clothing, were just as defined.
