Maybe if he…
No.
Day was determined to go to sleep.
His thoughts drifted back to touching Goldie’s cock, the heat of it in his hand, and how he’d longed to place a kiss right there in that thick nest of curls framing it…
He knew he shouldn’t have looked. He was trying to be good. He used to help Father use a urinal can when he got sick. He figured it would be like that. He was helping, that was all.
With Goldie, however, it wasn’t so simple.
Day’sfeelingsweren’t simple.
He wanted Goldie in ways that made his body throb and his head light, and again his mind was awash in the vivid fantasy of bowing his head down and then pressing a soft kiss in that intimate place.
Day’s hand was between his legs before he knew it, and he rubbed his cock into his palm.
Oh, it wasn’t right to want someone so much. He pressed into his palm more urgently, hoping he was being discreet. He was fairly certain Goldie was still asleep. He felt guilty drugging him again, but he’d only given him a tiny bit this time.
His angel deserved a good night’s sleep.
Day thought he’d heard Goldie stir, and he glanced back to gauge whether he was sleeping or not. Satisfied that Goldie was, Day turned back over to face him while he touched himself.
The bed was cozy and comfortable, and it smelled like Goldie. It was a warm blend of sweat and cologne that was uniquely his, and Day wanted to drown himself in it. He dared to scoot closer, trying to lean in and breathe in Goldie’s scent directly from his skin.
He paused, waiting again to make sure Goldie stayed asleep.
It was hard to hear over his heart pounding in his ears, but he was pretty sure he could continue without being caught.
Feeling braver now, he dared to press his face right into Goldie’s side. Oh, it washeavenly, and he greedily nuzzled his way up to Goldie’s armpit for a luxurious inhale. Day pushed his own underwear down, quickly trying to get his cock out. He was losing himself fast, and he was desperate to come with that beautiful, musky scent in his nose.
He stroked himself with short jerks, focusing around the head of his dick, and he whimpered. He wanted to touch Goldie more, but he couldn’t. That wouldn’t be right. That wouldn’t—
“Day?” Goldie’s groggy voice rumbled.
Day froze exactly as he was, trying to hide what he’d been doing though he couldn’t stop himself from panting. Maybe Goldie would just think he was trying to snuggle him and go back to sleep.
“What are you…?” Goldie turned his head to squint at Day. “Oh!”
Day gulped.
“Turn on the light,” Goldie said, his voice still drowsy but hoarser now. “Let me see.”
Day flinched. He didn’t know why the stern command affected him so, but he couldn’t fight the impulse to obey. He stretched his arm out to reach the lamp on the bedside table behind him, fumbling until he found the switch.
Orange-tinted light cast a glow over the room. It made everything look hazy and hot, though it wasn’t bright enough to hurt Day’s eyes. He blinked briefly to adjust and then turned to Goldie.
Goldie’s eyes were half-closed, his gaze fuzzy, but he was smiling slyly. “Look at you… Couldn’t help yourself, huh?”
Day shuddered and shook his head.
“Go on,” Goldie said. “Touch your dick. Let me see you.”
Day’s eyes widened.
Was this the same Goldie who told him he needed to call the cops and get help earlier? The same one who kept begging for Day to let him out of his cuffs? He didn’t understand why Goldie’s attitude had changed so drastically.
Does it matter? He wants you.
