Fuck me. It was the pout that made me stupid, I swear it. Thatmouth. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Had just been fuckingtouchingit, breaking a rule I’d set for myself months ago. And clearly, those transgressions were enough to short-circuit my brain.
“Fuck no,” I said, grinding the heel of my hand against my raging dick. I laughed a little explosively, because it was that or start panting like a porn star. “Jesus, Sean. I’m nottired. I’m horny as fuck, and I need to get the fuck out of here to—”
Nope. I could not say the words “go find someone to fuck” with him looking at me like that, even though we both knew damn well what a manwhore I normally was.
“—go jerk off,” is what I settled for.
Sean’s eyes went straight to my dick—which was now unapologetically tenting my shorts and had one of my hands firmly wrapped around its fat length—and then darted back up to meet mine, going even wider.
God, I was such an asshole. I cleared my throat. “I can turn the TV back on for you if you want to watch some, though,” I said, which was so lame I had trouble believing it had even come out of my mouth.
“Um, no thank you,” Sean said, blushing furiously and stealing another glance at my cock—which made it fucking jerk in my hand like it was putting on a show, dammit—before looking away and somehow managing to blush even darker.
His hands were fisted on his thighs, knuckles white.
He was holding so still he was practicallyquivering.
And… hello, Christmas morning. What was that? A present under the tree, just for me?
My boy was sporting some tent action of his own.
Had he ever actuallysaidhe was straight? I couldn’t remember and didn’t bother trying, because I was too busy going from my daily baseline of horniness to too-fucking-turned-on-to-think.
“I don’t want to watch any TV,” he went on in a strained voice. “Not if… if you’re not going to, Tyson.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. TV? He was still on the that subject? Thought he could get away with just ignoring what he’d been staring at—a.k.a. me and my eight-inch salute—and the wood in his own pants, too? Yeah, no. My good intentions were so far out the door they probably should have grabbed their passport, and I gave my mouth free rein to fuck with him.
“Like I said, no TV for me. I’ve got a hot date with my right hand, sweetheart—” unless this night ended up going the way it was starting to feel like it might, “—and I’m guessing you do, too.”
He swallowed hard, but didn’t look at me.
“You planning on actually getting to any of that homework once I let you go, baby? Or are you just going to shut yourself in your room and rub one out?”
His breath gave that sexy little hitch again and he shook his head… still not looking at me.
I leaned in. Fuck, he smelled good. I wanted to lick him. Instead, I whispered, close enough to his ear to watch him shiver, “Don’t lie. You’re gonna wrap your hand around that sweet little cock the minute you’re alone, aren’t you? Jerk one out so fast I bet you get dizzy. Gonna think of me while you do, baby? Because I’m sure as shit gonna—”
I snapped my mouth closed when Sean stiffened, and I don’t mean in a good way. The kid went pale as a ghost in the blink of an eye,stillnot looking at me and biting that puffy lip of his again, so hard it turned white.
“No,” he said after a moment, sounding like he was about to be sick.
Uh… what? Shit. I’d been so good around him for so long, and now it looked like I’d gone and fucked everything up exactly the way I’d been so hell-bent on avoiding all year.
Before I could apologize or figure out how the hell to try and fix shit with him, he swallowed again, Adam’s apple bobbing, and repeated it in a slightly stronger voice. “No. I don’t… d-d-don’t do that.”
He legit looked like he was going to puke. Or cry. Or both.
“Hey,” I said, cupping his chin and turning his head toward me because I couldn’t handle the no-eye-contact thing any longer. “Sorry, sweethear—uh, Sean. I got a little carried away teasing you, but I’m an ass. Please don’t—shit.”
A single tear spilled out of his eye, rolling down his cheek before I could catch it.
“Baby, don’t,” I said, feeling lower than dirt. I’d made him cry. “I shouldn’t have said all that shit to you. I got carried away. A little excited that you might actually bat for my team, but—”
“You want me to be gay?” he blurted out, sounding shocked as he interrupted me for the second time in ever.
I blinked. “Um, yes?” I laughed, pointing down at my still-raging hard-on. “Clearly, I’dloveit if you were gay, but—God, I really am an asshole.”
His eyes were so wide I was worried he’d sprain them. I dropped my hand—yep, I’d still been holding his face because touching him was fucking addictive and I apparently had zero ability to do the right thing. Except, ugh. Now I was going to make myself.
