Chapter 2
My c**k was rock hard now, straining so painfully against my zipper I could feel every heartbeat in it, leaking pre-c*m already soaking through my boxers, and I shifted trying to hide the bulge but he saw it.
He always f*****g saw.
“Jake,” I started, my voice cracking like a teenager.
He set his beer down hard on the table, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Look at me.”
I did, slowly. His eyes were dark, with his pupils wide open, and there was pure hunger there, raw and unfiltered, something I had never seen aimed at me before, or maybe I had and I was just too scared to admit it because admitting it would mean everything between us would change forever.
“Tell me the truth,” he said, quiet but firm. “You’ve been jerking off thinking about me, haven’t you? Stroking your c*
