Caught red-handed, or more like dick-hardened.
“How about some beers, pizza, and video games?” He offered a drink.
Jared managed a small smile, his eyes meeting Dylan’s as he crossed his legs to hide the bulge in his sweatpants. “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”
They ordered a pizza and settled on the couch, the console ready to go. As they played, the laughter returned, and so did the laid-back atmosphere. The sexual tension suffocating Jared’s balls half an hour before was completely gone.
Jared stole a glance at Dylan, who was engrossed in the game, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the TV. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for everything he had done, offering him a home when he didn’t have a penny to his name.
Like it or not, this marked the end and beginning of an era.
6. The one with the gummy strawberries
Soft morning light filteredthrough the curtains, casting a cozy glow on the cold November morning.
It had been nearly three weeks since Jared moved into Dylan’s apartment. He didn’t think having a roommate would be something he’d enjoy since he had lived alone for over a decade, but he had to admit that having Jared around was fun.
However, as good as their cohabitation was in helping Jared through this rough patch, it also made it increasingly difficult for Dylan to keep his composure.
With a pounding heart and a throbbing dick, he got up and lazily dragged his feet towards the window. Gazing out at the city awakening beyond the glass while Jared took a shower, his fingers drummed restlessly on the sill.
Dylan had made a conscious effort to stay away from him. He wanted Jared to feel comfortable, and give him time and space to adjust to this new phase in his life as he found himself again. The last thing he needed was to feel like he was being stalked by a bloodthirsty creature with no brains. But with each passing day, Dylan’s longing had grown.
He had an ensuite, but the sound of running water coming from the bathroom in the hallway echoed in his ears, snaking into his pants.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Dylan released a painful breath as his thoughts veered rampantly towards Jared and how he would be lathering up that lean body. How the water would be cascading down all the sharp cuts of his muscles and that cock that had felt so incredibly good under him...
Dylan shook his head, trying to get rid of the images forming in his mind.
Usually, this gesture and his willpower were enough to keep his desire on a leash, but today it didn’t work.
As if he’d been possessed by an incubus or some other raging sexual demon, Dylan walked out of his bedroom and into the hallway. He wouldn’t storm into the bathroom unannounced, but he ached to be closer to Jared, even if a physical door separated them. Hell, some days he even saw a number twelve flashing above it, reminding him of their age difference and to stay away.
To his surprise, Jared hadn’t shut it today.
Fuck me.
Hypnotized, Dylan leaned against the bathroom doorframe with his arms crossed. A ghost of a smile played on his lips while he watched Jared move behind the frosted glass.
The bathroom was filled with the soothing sound of running water, acoustic guitar music, and the scent of Jared’s shower gel. Steam had engulfed everything, turning the temperature up and making this utterly sensual moment into a tangible fantasy.
Jared was humming along with the melody, oblivious to Dylan’s hungry gaze.
All Dylan wanted right now was to step behind that glass and taint whatever innocence Jared might have left. To bruise his lips with his. To crash his back against the tiled wall and have his way with him.
When Jared turned off the shower and the glass door slid open, Dylan panicked. He shouldn’t be here, watching him like a creep.
Wanting to run both away from and towards the shower, he found himself frozen on the spot, completely paralyzed.
More steam billowed through the room when Jared stepped out, shamelessly nude, onto the floor mat. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead and neck. Water droplets were clinging to his skin, gliding down his torso, over his abs, the deep V on his hips...
“Enjoying the view?” he asked, wrapping a towel around his waist.
Dylan’s eyes snapped up to meet his, just in time to catch the playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Dylan cleared his throat, and trying to regain his composure, made his way to the kitchen just a few steps away from the tiny corridor.
“Sorry man, I’m just too sleepy. Brain not functioning yet.” He grabbed his mug from the cabinet and poured some coffee from the pot, made the day before, into it. “It was so warm there by the door with all the steam…”Lame.
