Chapter 7
In the morning right before his alarm rings, Avery dreams of Jacob. He dreams they’re back in the confessional, only this time it’s him on the bench with his pants undone. Jacob’s hands and lips are driving him crazy. He’s so close to coming, so damn close. When Jacob says he loves him, it’s almost enough to throw him over the edge. A few seconds more…
His alarm clock shatters the dream.
He rolls onto his stomach, groggy with sleep. The dream clings to him like Saran Wrap. The mattress presses against his aching groin, sending slivers of sweet pain shooting through his lower back and thighs. He hasn’t woken up this hard in a long time.
“You gonna turn that thing off?” Timmy calls out.
Avery opens one eye to see his roommate already half dressed and sitting at his desk, bent
