Growling in frustration, I turn over and push him away from me.
“Ari, what’s wrong?”
“I’m not supposed to be in here.”
“That’s bullshit. Where else would you be?”
“Well, on the couch for starters. But someone else’s bed would be nice for a change. I should have been—” I cut myself off, swallowing down the humiliation from last night. “It doesn’t matter. I need to get out of here.”
“Stay, Ari…”
“No, Will! I’m all—” I gesture wildly at myself. It’s obvious that I’m boned up, considering I’m wearing a pretty thin pair of pajama pants and a flimsy jock I wore for aesthetic appeal and not its ability to hold down an erection.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I’m hard too,” he says a little awkwardly. “It’s just morning. It’s normal.”
“It’s not and you know it!” I shout as he reaches for me and attempts to pull me back into his arms. I fight him, making him grunt when he shifts his hips against me and his erection presses into the back of my thigh.
Oh Jesus Christ, he cannot be seriously stabbing me with that thing right now. I’m liable to rub myself on it like a cat or hop onand take him for a ride. Shit, there’s probably still enough lube inside me, it might not completely rip me in half.
I groan in frustration. “Don’t do this to me, Will.”
He laughs, but lets go, only to roll so he’s holding himself above me. “I’m not doing anything to you.”
“You’re making me crazy.”
“How amIthe one makingyoucrazy?”
I gesture at the way he’s hovering over me. “I’m a red-blooded gay man pinned beneath a hot body with a big, hard dick rubbing against me. Imagine if I were a hot naked woman that wasn’t actually interested in you, wouldn’t you be uncomfortable?” In case he needs a demonstration to realize what kind of discomfort I’m in, I thrust my hips up, pushing my erection into his.
Will’s breath catches, and I expect him to pull away immediately, but he doesn’t. Even when I do it a second time, he just stares at me with an indecipherable expression.
“So do something about it,” he says, his voice low and gravely. Will meets my thrust with one of his own, and I barely choke back a moan.
“What?” I cough out.
“It’s not like you haven’t done this before.”
The reminder is almost enough to kill my boner. “That’s—no. It’s different.”
“How is it different?” He asks, rolling his hips experimentally.
I hiss, trying to hold back any movement or reaction to the feel of his body against mine. “None of the times that has happened was about sex. It was just my body reacting to stress and fear.”
“Seems like the outcome is still the same.”
“It’d be way worse.”
Will stops moving. “Worse? Like… it was bad?”
I let out a sardonic huff. “In the moment, it’s good. It’s comfort and relief. Obviously it feels good to come. But the moment it’s over, I feel pathetic,” I admit, my voice cracking. “Just like I did earlier tonight.”
Will stiffens. “He wasn’t good enough for you,” he says, his eyes dark, jaw tight. “And I?—”
He starts to say something else, but I cut him off. “It doesn’t matter if he was good enough. I thought he wanted me. I thought he… I went to the bathroom andgot readyfor him, Will. And then I stood there, waiting for someone who never showed up.”
