“I have a special solution for making you fall asleep.” His voice rumbles in my ear, and his breath is hot against my neck. The only thing I can smell is him.
“You do?”
“Uh-huh.” He chortles. “I discovered it in middle school. I’ve been testing it regularly since then.”
“Axel… I hope you’re not going to suggest we watch dirty movies or something.”
“What? I wouldn’t do that. Might not be able to decide on something we both like.”
He doesn’t know how correct he is with that statement. At least, I hope he doesn’t know how correct he is with that statement.
I wonder if it’s strange he never talked to me about porn back when we were sharing a room in Boston. I didn’t think it strange at the time, but from the way that later roommates did when I was a rookie for Los Angeles, I wonder now.
“You’re overthinking,” he says, and his voice sounds almost regretful, which doesn’t make sense.
Unless he’s regretting inviting me to his bed.
“I’ll go to sleep,” I promise, squeezing my eyes, as if that will usher me to sleep faster.
“Jerk off,” he whispers.
“What?”
“Jerk off,” he says, his voice seductive, though I’m not sure if he knows that he’s doing that on purpose.
“I can’t?—”
His hand lands on my cock. Just like that.
Well, technically, his hand is on my pajamas, and underneath is also my boxer briefs.
Two layers of fabric that suddenly feel like nothing at all.
I’m hardening against his palm before I can think to stop it.
My cock hasn’t shown interest in anything since my sister died. Not that I hooked up that often before that. Trust is important, and the more times people recognized me outside my apartment, the more I stayed inside my apartment. But it comes to life now.
Axel rests his hand on my cock, and it rises to meet him. “Is this okay?”
“So I’ll sleep?” I say softly.
“That’s right, Enz,” he says. “So you’ll sleep.”
Axel’s hand is on me. After ten years of pining, his hand is on me.
And though I know this isn’t a romantic declaration, I—well, there’s no way I can tell him to stop.
He hesitates.
“Yeah,” I whisper, my heart beating wildly.
He curls beside me, then untucks my cock from my pajamas.
This is wrong on so many levels, but there’s no way I possibly could ever tell him to stop.
Axel is beside me. Axel is touching me.
“You’re going to need to pull that down,” he says, and then he lifts me up and pulls my pajamas and boxers to my knees.
