He was so fucked.
He jerked and jumped back when he felt something brush against him through his pants. When he looked down, he froze. A part of him wanted to continue to stare down at the sight of Will kneeling at his feet, the man’s hands deftly unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper.
Another part knew he couldn’t.
He grabbed Will’s wrists. “What are you doing?”
Chapter Eight
Will froze, afraid to move, to even breathe. He couldn’t read the expression on Hector’s face, but he was starting to think it might be anger. “I’m sorry,” Will whispered. “I thought—” Will pressed his lips together and dropped his gaze. It didn’t really matter what he had thought. He had obviously been wrong.
Will tugged at his wrists, thankful when Hector easily let him go. He rubbed his wrists, not because they hurt, but he needed to do something with his hands. He ached to reach for Hector again, but knew he couldn’t.
He probably shouldn’t have tried in the first place. Hector had offered him a place to stay in exchange for working around the place. He hadn’t offered him more than that. Will knew he should be thankful for what he had and not want more.
He just couldn’t seem to help it.
“Will.”
Will glanced up to see Hector reaching for him. The aggravated expression on his face, the way his eyebrows were pulled down deep over his face and his lips were pressed into a thin line, all of it sent a shard of fear through Will, making him scramble across the floor until he was hidden underneath the dining table.
“Will.”
Will scooted back out of reach when Hector squatted down.
Hector frowned. “I won’t hurt you, Will.”
Logically, Will knew that. It didn’t stop the terror swamping every cell in his body. When Hector held out his hand, Will swallowed hard, trying to remove the fear clogging his throat.
“Please, Will?”
Will swallowed again then reached out to grab Hector’s hand. When Hector tugged on him, Will slowly crawled out from under the counter. As soon as he was standing, he tried to back away, but Hector just kept tugging on his hand until he had no choice but to follow the man into the living room.
“Sit down.”
Will sat. His throat grew thick again when Hector sat down on the couch next to him. When Hector didn’t say anything, just stared, Will quickly dropped his gaze and stared down at his hands, twisting them together.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Tears clogged his throat. “Do you want me to go?”
“No,” Hector replied. “I want to know why you did what you did.”
Will shrugged because he so didn’t want to say what had gone through his head before he went to his knees at Hector’s feet. He wasn’t even sure what he had been thinking. He’d just had this overwhelming urge to be close to Hector, to give in to his desire to feel the man’s skin beneath his hands and his dick in his mouth.
The lump in Will’s throat grew larger when Hector grabbed his chin and tilted his face up.
“Hey, this is a safe zone, remember?” Hector said. “There’s nothing for you to be afraid of.”
That’s what Hector thought. There was plenty to be afraid of.
“Now, come on, tell me. It’s not every day someone tries to give me a blow job. I’d like to know why you did it.”
Will pressed his lips together and glanced away.
“Was it because I let you stay here?” Hector’s voice was a little less steady when he asked. “Do you feel like you owe me something?”
Will glanced up quickly. “No, I did it because I wanted to.” Will wished he hadn’t said anything when Hector’s eyes rounded. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
When Hector reached for him, Will braced himself. Hector paused for a moment then grabbed Will and pulled him close. Will sucked in a breath. His head was pressed against Hector’s chest. For a moment, he felt as if he couldn’t breathe, and then when he did all he could smell was Hector’s musky scent.
