“You’ll meet him later, but be careful. He’s kind of like a clown. You’ll either like him or he’ll haunt your nightmares.” Then Laddin brightened up. “I like him.”
Bruce would lay odds that Laddin liked just about everyone. He had one of those eternally bright personalities Bruce usually hated. “So back to me….”
Laddin sobered. “Yeah. Your brother had a real problem grounding back into his body. That’s the good news.”
“Josh’s problem is good news?”
“Yup, because I paid attention. I know how to help you, but you aren’t going to like it.” He grinned. “Unless you love it. Josh ended up loving it, so there’s no telling—”
“Get to the point!”
“I am!” Laddin huffed as his hand brushed across Bruce’s chest.
Fire spun through Bruce’s body, totally out of proportion to what that simple contact should have created, and he gasped as much in embarrassment as delight.
“Do you think I drape myself all over the first hot stranger I meet?”
Bruce was still in the grips of reaction, his cock suddenly throbbing beneath the sweatpants. “Maybe. I don’t know you,” he growled.
“Well, I don’t. But Josh was all about touch. In the beginning, it was the only way to get him back into his body. Then, later….” Laddin shrugged, his torso rubbing erotically against Bruce’s arm. “Well, he did it by enthusiastic choice afterward.”
Bruce closed his eyes, trying to get a grip on his whirling thoughts. “What are you talking about?”
Laddin tilted his head so that his temple was on Bruce’s shoulder and his mouth was perilously close to Bruce’s jaw. “You need to have an orgasm,” he said. “It’s the fastest way to get into your body. It’s also pretty damn fun, so all in all, it’s not such a bad thing.”
Horror shuddered through Bruce’s body. “You are not going to jerk me off, you perv.”
Laddin reared back. “As if! Mamma mia, I don’t want to touch you any more than you want me to.”
That would have been reassuring, except his dick was screaming,Yes, yes, yes!And if he didn’t miss his guess, Laddin’s sweatpants were tenting, though he’d adjusted his hips to try to hide it.
Meanwhile, Laddin continued to stroke Bruce’s shoulders, the touch growing firmer until it felt more like a massage. And damn it all, Bruce really wanted to close his eyes and feel.
“You need to have a personal moment,” Laddin said gently. “I get that it’s awkward and embarrassing. Believe me, I feel the same way. But you need it, and I can’t leave you alone until you do it.”
“This is bullshit,” Bruce said, though he couldn’t deny the temptation to touch his own dick. “I was fine a few minutes ago. This is just low blood sugar.”
“Uh-huh. Believe me, I was thinking the same thing at first. But it’s been fifteen minutes since you started drinking. Five since you finished the bottle. Feel any more connected to your body?”
No. If anything, he felt more lightheaded. He could imagine his entire body floating off into a hazy sleep except for the places where Laddin heated his skin. Those spots were warm, happy, and begging for more.
“Something happened to put you into your head. One minute you were all grouchy bear, and suddenly you’re dizzy and can barely lift your arms. Care to tell me what it was?”
He hadn’t a clue.
“Never mind. You need to get on with polishing your knob.”
“Are you twelve?”
“You don’t like that phrase? I’ve got others. ‘Choke the chicken.’ ‘Go fly fishing.’ ‘Liquidate the inventory.’”
“You are a child.”
“And you need to get busy.”
Hell no.
“How about ‘celebrating palm Sunday’? ‘Digital penile oscillation’? ‘Give yourself a low five’?”
