Waiting.
Waiting.
Ten minutes go by, so I shoot off another message.
Marco: that was a joke I think
Jay: I kno.
Shit. Why do I feel so bad? I feel like my heart just deflated. I need to recover from this. I need to make him laugh.
Marco: If it works out with you guys, will I be hearing Mark’s name thru the walls of our place? Cuz that’ll be a weird thing to get used to lol
Again, nothing comes. Then I remember in my drunken state, he’s on a date. He’s probably trying not to be rude to his shitty ass date. But part of me wants to be the annoying thorn in his side, so I text him again.
Marco: That place you found looks perfect btw. Thx for getting it. I like that it has room for my future massage table.
Marco: Are you excited to be my guinea pig?
Marco: Will Mark be upset if I’m massaging you?
Marco: Maybe he’ll be the jealous one when he hears you moaning my name from the massage room.
What the fuck did I just send?I’m thrown back by the way it came out so effortlessly. The image of Jay laying down on a massage table, his muscular chest and abdomen bare as I dig my hands into him—fuck. My cock swells as I think about pulling on his perfect brown nipples, making his squirm. He looks up at me and bites his lip.
Holy fucking shit—am I into Jay?
Just then, he finally texts back.
Jay: R u ok? u don’t sound like urself.
No. I’m so far from okay. I’m fucking confused and aroused and I want nothing more than to keep thinking about Jay surrendering to my touch. But I steer away from it.
Marco: I’m fine. Hey I was thinking, since you don’t cook that much, I can do that. For us.
Jay: I won’t say no to that. I can clean up.
Marco: Look at us. So domestic. I can see it now… you come home from work and I’ll be there with dinner on the table like a good househusband lol
Jay: Then one day u accidentally burn the casserole and I say “it’s ok honey, let me take u out on the town tonight.”
Marco: I’ll wear my finest.
Jay: Then we come home… tipsy and happy and go to our bedroom with separate twin beds
Marco: Oh I dont think so. You treated me to a night out? We’re pushing those beds together.
Oh my god what am I doing? Will he think it’s a joke? Is it a joke? Fuck, it’s impossible to think with my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
Jay: Oh yeah?
Shit, where do I go with this? Maybe I can just test the waters… see how far I can take this. If I even want to take this…
Marco: Yeah. I could show you how grateful I am.
Jay: How?
Marco: I could start by giving ypu a massage. Youd be face down, and I’d sit on you.
