I’d almost told him he was gonna sleep with me.
In my room.
In mybed.
Jesus. Thank fuck I’d come to my senses and sent him off to his own room instead, but damn if this morning I hadn’t had to stop myself from waking him up with a lesson on how to suck dick before heading in to meet Brian here at the gym.
“Fuuuuuck,” Brian said, fina-fucking-ly making it to the end of his second set and giving me a chance to take my eyes off the bar while he took his forty-five-second rest period. I used the opportunity to glance over at the twink he’d pointed out earlier, now busy doing deadlifts. The guy really did have a temptingly round little bubble of an ass, and when he caught my eye in the mirror, I could see by the hungry expression in his eyes that Brian was right. All I’d have to do is jerk my head toward the locker room and the guy would drop the kettlebells in his hands and meet me there.
The twink licked his lips, letting his eyes roam over me through the mirror, and I… looked back down at Brian.
“What, still resting?” I asked just to get a rise out of him even though we were only at thirty seconds.
“Dick,” he said.
I smirked. “Feel free to tap out if the last set is more than you can handle.”
Brian snorted and cursed me out a little more, as expected, then grabbed the bar and got to work, giving me the perfect excuse to avoid eye contact with the twink again.
I’d been in such a hurry to get out of the house before giving in to the temptation to wake Sean up this morning that I hadn’t even jerked off, so the opportunity for a quick locker room BJ to relieve a little pressure would normally have been something I wouldn’t have had to think twice about. But... fuck. It wasSean’smouth I wanted to see stretched around my cock, not some quick locker room hook-up who I was guaranteed to forget about the minute my balls were empty.
“Fucking…hell… Tyson,” Brian gritted out, his arms shaking as he forced the bar up for his final few reps. “You…suck.”
I took it and dropped it back on the supports with a clang. “Not my fault you felt like you had to keep up.”
He glared at me as he sat up, then chugged some water before asking, “What the fuck is the level-ten bullshit about this morning anyway? We trying to kill ourselves or something?”
“Or something,” I said, definitely not ready to air my freak-out. “Come on. We’ve still got shoulders to get through.”
“Fucking shoulders,” Brian muttered, heaving himself off the bench and shooting an appreciative glance at the twink as we walked past.
Brian was the only other out player on the team and just as much of a manwhore as I was. It was one of the many reasons we’d hit it off... and exactly why I couldn’t admit what was really on my mind. All the feelings Sean had stirred up in me were already fucking with my head enough that I didn’t need to subject myself to the shit Brian would give me if he found out that not only had I broken my hands-off rule with my cute little roommate, but that I was already thinking of a repeat.
I snorted at my own inner bullshit as we each grabbed some weights and got started on the hell known as shoulder presses. “Thinking of” was a damn lie and I knew it. “Planning on” might’ve been a bit more accurate. “Already fucking addicted to” was what it actually felt like, though… which, not gonna lie, was scary as fuck no matter how sweet and eager to please Sean was.
“Pretty fucking sure we deserve a reward for this, bro,” Brian said with a groan once we finally made it through our sets, pulling one arm across his chest and then the other to stretch out some of the burn. He glanced around the gym, then turned back to me with a dirty smirk. “Looks like that twink is done, too. Wanna check the locker room and see if he’s waiting? We could tag team him.”
“Nah,” I said, one hundred percent uninterested. “I’m good.”
Brian glanced at the clock on the wall. “Yeah, fuck. Guess we ran a little long today, didn’t we? I’ve got class in half an hour on the other side of campus. I should hit the showers. But maybe we head out to a club tonight and find some action, yeah?”
“Can’t,” I said, following him toward the locker room.
“Plans?” Brian asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
And okay, yeah, normally I was more of a follow-my-dick opportunist than a planner, and I wasalwaysdown to go out and get some ass if we didn’t have a game the next day, but right now?
“Yep,” I said, latching on to the “plans” excuse and running with it. “I’ll be busy tonight. Sorry.”
Not sorry.
Also, not exactly a lie since my cock definitely had a few plans, all of which involved getting some relief in the only place I wanted it from at the moment... which for damn sure wasn’t at a club with some random twink.
“You’re busy doing what?” Brian asked, grabbing my arm to stop me just outside the door to the locker room.
“The fuck, Brian?” I said, jerking out of his grasp. “You the plan police now or something?”
“Just curious, dude,” he said, his brow crinkling in confusion. “Why you being so weird?”
