Another laugh.“I mean it as a compliment.”
“I liked you watching,” I blurted out, still roiling in my self-consciousness.“Like, I would’ve preferred to be having sex with you, but it was really exciting, knowing you were there.”
“You were performing for me.”It worked as a question and a statement.
I nodded, suddenly tongue-tied.
“You wanted me to see what sort of a man you’d grown up into.How he could make other men feel.”
Another nod.I was hard, I realized, rigid in my jeans.Cock trapped uncomfortably in the tangle of my underwear, only I couldn’t move, couldn’t adjust myself.Not without Flynn seeing my body’s reaction to his words.Knowing how turned on I was.
“Have you been watched before?”
I bit my lip, not sure I could trust my voice again.Only the alternative to replying was silence, and I knew that would bring all this to an end.“At...at a bathhouse.”
A hook-up, on one of the apps.He’d dragged me - not so much protesting but wary, certainly - to what billed itself a men-only spa, but which was clearly just a cruising ground, at night at least.I’d fucked him again, sprawled across a bench in one of the tiny little rooms.The door open, strangers pausing there to watch.
Flynn nodded.When he ran his gaze across me - head to toe, and back up again - my skin prickled with the imagined heat.
“I want to see you again.”
I frowned, unsure what he was asking.
“Take your clothes off, Oli.”
Blinking, now, in confusion and arousal.The two things fighting for dominance in my brain, as Flynn stared at me placidly.A hint of expectation in his eyes.
I stood, before he had to make the request again.
T-shirt first, swallowing down the flicker of disquiet as the soft cotton covered my face, stole the sight of him.Worried, almost, that when I gained my vision again, even in that split-second which had passed, it would be to find Flynn grinning and amused.Entertained, that I’d fallen for this childish prank.
He wasn’t grinning, though.Merely watching me, expression controlled.Waiting.
I unbuckled my belt, with fingers that felt numb.Clumsy and thick, struggling at first to grasp the zipper on my jeans.Realizing, at the last moment and with the denim bunched around my calves, that I’d need to take my shoes off, too.
Finally, socked feet standing on the shed clothing - an island amid the shattered glass - I faced him again.Hyper-aware of the way my cock strained against the tight underwear, erection outlined lewdly.
Flynn’s stare felt like a physical, tangible thing, as he looked me over.
“Take those off, too.”
There was a part of me which wanted him to ask “truth or dare,” first.To make this some long-belated return to a childish game, an innocent thing.
I still pushed my thumbs under the waistband of my boxer-briefs, though, and slid them down.
Hunger, clear on his face.Blunt and raw.
“I wonder if some part of my brain knew I wanted you, when we were younger,” he mused, softly.“That I was into you, but the only way I knew to express it was asking you to play video games, or throw a ball around, or whatever.Anything that meant we could spend time together.”
“We were just little kids,” I said, my throat feeling thick.As though that explained everything.
Flynn looked up, eyes twinkling as he smirked at me.“Not so little now, Oli.”
I shook my head, amused despite it all.“Always with the bad jokes.”
“Guilty as charged.William always hated it.”
“We’re not talking about him, remember,” I said, gently.
