“Anytime,” I said.
Shortly after, he caught our server and paid the tab, tipping him well. In the Uber on the way back, he said, “Thanks for listening to me. I appreciate it.”
I smiled. “No worries. And I wasn’t bullshitting. If you want to talk, I’m here,” I said.
Alec chuckled. “Don’t write checks you can’t cash, Blackwood. I might take you up on that. I don’t have what some would call a robust personal network, and clients get weird when you start talking about your divorce in meetings.” He chuckled again.
I laughed hard. It was silly, but the right amount of Alec. He didn’t laugh much, but he smiled.
It made my nascent attraction to him stronger. The night before was nothing compared to hearing him bare his soul, and then helping him soothe it. As he sat beside me in the back of the car, images from our first trip crowded my mind.
How he could be in total control—keep absolute cool—while his entire life was being torn apart was sad, but also endearing. He was the center of attention, and didn’t stray from the spotlight, but it was never really about him, was it? He’d lead a meeting, but make sure everyone was heard. He’d close a deal, but give me the glory. He’d put on a happy, smiling, laughing face when he was in some of the worst pain a man can go through. I still wanted to hug him, hold him tight, and then…
Then I wanted to suck his cock until he almost forgot his name, before fucking his ass so hard that he did.
I didn’t know I was staring at him, because I wasn’t, really. I was looking at him, but seeing him naked, hairy, and covered in sweat beneath me.
He smiled. “What?”
My cheeks heated. “Nothing.” I looked out the window.
When we got back to the room, he said, “I’m so fucking beat, but I got work to do.”
“Do it in the morning,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt.
“No, it’ll be worse in the morning. Better to get a start on it than rushing with a headache.”
“Why’d you order two more drinks, then?”
“I wasn’t done. Now I am. Time for work and time for play, Blackwood. Remember that.”
“If you say so.”
“Don’t you have shit to do, too?”
I wanted to roll my eyes and complain like a teenager. It was late. I had a few drinks, and staring at my laptop screen until my eyes fell out was the last thing I wanted to do. But I nodded, said, “Yeah, good point,” and did just that.
He sat at the desk, and I lounged on my bed as we worked. It was well past midnight when Alec finally said, “That’s enough. I’m calling it.”
“Me too,” I said, closing my laptop. As Alec got into his bed, I got out of mine. “Gonna shower. Wanna sleep in. If that’s okay.”
“You’re a grown-ass man, Blackwood. You don’t need my permission to shower or sleep. But I guess that means you’re not hitting the gym with me?”
“Might skip it, yeah.”
“Your loss.”
It was my loss. I would’ve loved to work out with him. We did almost every morning we were away together, but I couldn’t.Not when my attraction to him was that strong. The last thing I needed was to pop a boner over his forehead while spotting him.
I figured I’d rub one out to lessen my raging hormones, but jerking off thinking about him would only make it worse. I didn’t think of that until I was brushing my teeth and realized my phone was plugged in on the nightstand.
Alec was snoring before I finished brushing. If he was already asleep, did I have to beat off in the shower? No. No, I didn’t. I crept out of the bathroom to find him on his side, snoring. Alec sleeps like the dead after a few drinks, but still wakes up before his alarm.
I felt like a kid getting away with something as I snuck back to the bathroom and sat on the toilet with my phone. Holding the entire compendium of human knowledge with a growing erection meant I needed to decide what to look up. I considered a woman with big tits, a tiny waist, and a wet pussy playing with herself, but no. It had to be guys. That would scratch the itch and ease some of the pressure I felt toward Alec.
I typed “twinks getting railed” but didn’t like a single thumbnail. Passive viewing wasn’t gonna do it. I needed the thrill of a live person. Someone to send me images and videos of themselves and fawn over the ones I sent them.
I like it when they send their faces, but I never send mine, so I didn’t ask. But the guys with a face as their profile pic were to be avoided at all costs. They were the true owners of gay hook apps, where I was a bottom feeder. They don’t give a shit, and like to fuck. I’ve been called out for wasting their time more than once because I was.
