Will glances at his watch as a way to send a hint, but Nate is very selective about the hints he’s willing to follow.
“So, what about sex? Any fun experiences lately?”
“Enough.”
Before Will can lose his cool, Nate reminds himself of his initial reason for being here—his assignment from the sheriff. He doesn’t think he’ll get anything out of Will, but he should at least follow through with hispromise to investigate.
“How’s your uncle?”
“Ray?”
“No, Elvis.”
Will shrugs. “He’s fine.”
“You see him often?”
Will tenses, avoiding Nate’s eyes. “No.”
That’s a lie, William. Why would you lie about that? You were there a few nights ago, weren’t you?
“Does he ever speak with you about his work?”
“His work? I don’t give a damn about his work.”
It sounds like the truth. Nate stops himself from saying that he wasn’t talking about the mayor’sofficialwork.
“I drove by his street a few nights ago,” he says casually. “Saw a bunch of people there. Was he having a party?”
Will makes a sound Nate can’t quite decipher, but it’s not a happy sound. “Stop asking me dumb questions.”
“What’s dumb about them?”
Will opens his mouth to answer but ends up saying, “You need to leave.” He sounds spent, meaning that Nate doesn’t need to do anything he doesn’t want to.
He slips his hand higher on Will’s leg.
“Don’t,” Will hisses, but he doesn’t try to stop him.
“Why not? You don’t hook up with anyone, right? What’s the harm in me touching you?”
“I don’t want you to.”
“ButIdo.”
Anger lights up in Will’s green eyes, but his hands remain next to his body. If the guy who sold Nate the drug was correct, Will’s limbs should feel like they weigh a ton by now, leaving him without a real chance of putting up a fight. But Nate isn’t going to force himself on the man, just test how far he can push his luck.
He strokes up and down Will’s strong thigh, showing him that a little bit of touch isn’t the end of the world. When he grows more confident, he says, “Let me suck your cock.”
Will shakes his head. “No. Leave.”
“Nah, I think I’m gonna stay. Just relax, okay?” Nate holds his breath as he puts his hand on Will’s crotch. He expects an outburst of anger, but that doesn’t happen, though Will does send daggers with his eyes.
Dear Lord, am I going to pull this off?
Nate wants badly to kiss Will’s lush lips, but that will be a harder sell than a blowjob. He continues to stroke Will’s crotch instead, firmer and firmer, until the flaccid cock finally begins to harden inside his jeans. Will shuts his eyes, his lips slightly parted. Before something like an earthquake can sabotage this moment, Nate pulls down Will’s zipper, then carefully pulls down his pants, worried that any sharp movement might break the spell.
Will remains with his eyes shut. He still hasn’t asked Nate to stop again, maybe because he’s rock hard insidehis black boxers. That poor cock is all locked up inside the tight fabric. Nate says a silent prayer before pulling the boxers down to Will’s ankles.He can do nothing but stare, taking in the length, the thickness, and the large balls that rest against Will’s strong thighs. In truth, this is the second time he’s seeing Will’s beautiful cock. The first time was years ago, when Nate slept over on this couch. Joel woke him up and put a finger to his lips. He had a small and wicked smile, the kind that keeps you on your toes.
