At first, I thought the kid was straight, so I hadn’t thought much of it. I’d been pissed with him for dropping in on my wave and wanted him to suffer a bit. So when he brought it up, I just kinda… let him believe what he wanted.
What I hadn’t been expecting was the level of anger I’d felt toward him the next day when he told me he’d touched himself.
I couldn’t really explain why it had made me so angry. Maybe because even though I’d only been half serious about it, I needed him tolistento me if he was going to survive.
His failure to do so had sent me into a tailspin.
I knew it hadn’t been fair for me to work him almost to exhaustion, and I’d felt shit about it after the fact… Which is why I’d given him an active rest day today.
The only problem was I hadn’t really considered just how sexually charged a yoga class would be.
I also wasn’t expecting to be as affected by the kid as I was. Watching him arch his back for me on that mat had been… annoyingly arousing.
I’d needed to tuck my cock up in my waistband to keep him from seeing how hard I was.
Though, he hadn’t thought to do the same and had completed the rest of the session with his cock tenting his shorts like a fucking spear.
All of this was very bad for so many reasons.
I couldn’t be getting involved with him like that. If I was being serious, I didn’t even want to be involved with him in a platonic way.
All I wanted was to be left alone.
So why was I walking up to his shack in the dead of night?
Why was I gently pressing the door in and turning the knob a quarter turn to disable the locking mechanism?
Why was I in his room, watching him sleep?
He was sleeping rather fitfully. We were moving into a California summer, and the shack was sweltering. There was no AC, so his room was a furnace, even with the window open.
He’d kicked off his duvet, giving me a full view of his sweat-slicked, lean body.
His little boxer shorts had tiny sharks on them and did nothing to hide how fucking hard he was, which didn’t shock me.
I wasn’t proud to admit that once I’d realized how attracted he was to me, I’d played up the yoga session a bit.
There was no excuse for it other than the fact that I was a fucking bad person, and I couldn’t help myself. I hadn’t touched anyone insolong, and here was this young, attractive man with beautiful skin, presenting his ass to me like he wanted me to split him in half.
It had started innocently enough; I reallyhadjust been trying to correct his positioning in downward dog. It was common practice with beginners to help maneuver them into position… But he’d made this tiny littlemoaningsound, and I temporarily lost my mind. I’d wanted to hear it again.
So, I’d taken every opportunity to massage him after that. I knew it was wrong, and I knew I was fucking with his head.
But again.
I was clearly a shitty person because here I was, breaking into his space and watching him sleep like a fucking creeper.
He frowned and made a small mewling sound in his sleep, and I noticed an open bottle of sleep aids on his bedside table.
Had he taken one of those?
His mop of dark blond hair was damp with sweat and plastered to his forehead. Feeling emboldened by the fact that I was sure he had taken a pill, I reached out and brushed the sweaty strands back, smoothing his frown out with my thumb as Idid so.
I hated it when he frowned – though, I hadn’t done a good job of making him smile.
Mostly because when he flashed those dimples at me, I tended to forget why I needed to stay far away from Finn Summers.
“Riddick…” he groaned, and I froze. My blood went cold. Maybe I had miscalculated? If he woke up, I had no idea how I was going to explain the fact that I was in his room in the middle of the damn night.
