Don’t come back yet.Mac then texted him a picture of a sink filled with dirty dishes. Gideon missed their apartment. He didn’t think of it as just his anymore.
I’m pretending I didn’t see that, he texted back.
Gideon lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind going a million miles an hour but heading nowhere. He never meant to be the responsible son. It just happened. It was a natural progression of the younger child. He saw the hard time his parents had with Noah growing up, so he molded himself to be everything his brother was not. His parents didn’t deserve two Noahs. He wasn’t going to be a person who ignored the consequences of his actions, who just did whatever the hell he wanted. He wasn’t going to bring shame to his family. That was, well, irresponsible.
He needed a shower. That would help him fall asleep.
The hot water soothed his skin. He never understood how a shower could relax him, but they did. He kept thinking about his mom, sulking in her bedroom. She’d probably toss and turn all night, asking herself how she let this happen and where she went wrong.
Gideon turned the water warmer. He hoped that soothing feeling would kick in soon. He lathered himself up with soap, scrubbing away the day, but he still felt the stress. His hand washed his lower back, and then he let his slick fingers slip further, down the curve of his ass. Just a flicker. He pulled them back up to his chest, but it was too late. His body was already tingling.
He let them flicker down there again, descending slowly until they reached his crack. It sent a rush of pure joy through his body.
Gideon wanted that feeling back. He let his middle finger wander down further his crack and graze over his hole. It was ultrasensitive. He exhaled a trembling breath.
He checked that the bathroom door was closed. His finger went back and forth like a metal detector, dancing over his spot. His body shivered in the hot water. Gideon learned one arm against the wall for balance.What am I doing?He raised a leg onto the edge of the shower. He ran his hand down the crack of his ass, teasing himself, and slipped one finger into his hole.
Holy shit.
It was new. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It was a reckless and defiant feeling that charged through his nerves. The same feeling that had almost made him—forced him to—kiss Mac on the dance floor.
He let his finger slide in and out of his ass. Streams of water flowed down his face, onto his chest, then hit his hardening cock. His dick had never been this sensitive to touch. A few tugs would probably make him shoot. Gideon soaped up his hand and inserted two fingers this time. He rammed them in deep, then drew them out ever so slowly. His teeth chattered as the rest of his body didn’t move.Damn.
Gideon found a type of pleasure he’d never experienced before. His mind drifted to an image of Mac and his yellow dildo. He visualized Mac jamming it into his ass. No,hewas the one sticking it inside that tight ass,hewas the one making Mac writhe around in abject pleasure.
Stop thinking about this.
But his body didn’t listen. It was protesting his rigid rules. His mind had been working in overdrive tonight, trying to figure out how to keep his family together. It was always working, always keeping himself in check and coming up with little white lies. His mind needed a damn break. He just wanted to feel good.
He grabbed his rock hard cock. That simple touch could’ve made him come in three seconds, but he did his best to prolong this feeling. He stroked his dick with his slicked-up hand while he fingered himself. He mashed his chest and head against the shower wall. He shoved that yellow toy in and out of his roommate’s ass. Mac pulled his legs closer to his face and moaned for the entire block to hear. His pale ass was taking it all.
Mac whimpered out his name as a plea for more.
Gideon bit his lip. He couldn’t moan. His vocal chords were frozen as was the rest of his body. Only his hands worked. In and out they went. Back and forth his fist slid over his cock. He was losing his balance. He pretended it was his fingers diving into Mac’s wet, hot ass, and it was Mac’s ass tightening around him.
He could barely stand as the orgasm tore through him, ripping through his insides like an unrelenting tornado. It had never been this strong, this intense.Just like Mac had said.
Mac screamed into his leg as he shot hot spurts over his chiseled chest. Gideon blew his load against the shower door.
He regained his breath. The water turned cold, or maybe his skin was too hot. Gideon cupped water in his hands and washed off the door.
After he toweled off, he brushed his teeth, got into his pajamas, and ducked into bed. He was grateful that the Sapersteins weren’t talking to each other tonight. Nobody would question why he took such a long shower.
CHAPTER nine
Mac
Seth didn’t want to get drunk for his twenty-first birthday. He also wasn’t a fan of surprises, which wasn’t a surprise to Mac. Delia walked and talked as they left class, giving him the scoop on the birthday plans.
“I’m just going to have a few people over my apartment tomorrow night. There’ll be some gluten-free beer, and then regular alcohol for everyone else. You and Gideon can come over anytime after 8:30.”
“You know, we have our own schedules.” People tended to do this lately. Just because they were roommates didn’t mean their schedules were synched up. They came and went as they pleased, although Mac did have a decent idea of where Gideon was most days.It didn’t mean we were a couple.
The next night, the roommates walked over to Delia’s place. Mac found himself taking extra glimpses at Gideon, in his usual rolled-up sleeves and jeans. Same old Gideon, but Mac hadn’t seen same old Gideon in a few days thanks to Rushmore Shaman. Or Russian Onyx. Or whatever that holiday was called. When he walked through the door a few days ago, luggage in hand, Mac’s heart did a somersault. He instantly gave it an internal warning.
You missed him as a roommate. And a little bit as a friend. That’s it.
They strolled into the chillest twenty-first birthday party Mac had ever attended. People drank their beer and cocktails while a jazz radio station streamed from Delia’s phone. It was so Seth. He and Delia held hands while talking to Henry and Nolan on the couch.
