Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
could probably com e in a m atter of m inutes, but he wanted to m ake this
last. Who knew if he’d ever talk Mac into this again? Jez didn’t want it to
be over too soon.
Mac took a deep breath and let it out, slow and shaky. Then the bed
shifted as he raised his arse up enough to push his py j am as down a little.
Jez couldn’t help him self; he had to look. For som e reason Mac was m uch
m ore fascinating than the people on the laptop screen. Jez glanced
sideway s, try ing not to be obvious about it, and squeezed his own dick as
he saw how hard Mac was already. He was stiff and shiny -wet at the tip,
and Jez wanted to feel it in his hand—or even in his m outh. He’d done that
a few tim es for his room m ate when he was sixteen, but at the tim e he’d
been asham ed to adm it it turned him on, because he was only swapping
favours with a friend. He wasn’t gay. He’d buried that m em ory deep, but
the sight of Mac’s thick cock m ade his m outh water and his balls ache.
Jez tore his ey es away and stared at the screen again, but his
attention was still on Mac even though his gaze wasn’t.
Jez was close now; his runaway thoughts had pushed him closer. He
bit his lip and tried to fight it, but unless he stopped, he was going to get to
the point of no return very soon.
“Fuck,” he m uttered, lifting his T-shirt up out of the way. He threw
his head back as he cam e hard with a groan that he couldn’t hold in. His
hips j erked, and he fucked into his fist as he pulsed and spilled over his
hand and onto his stom ach. As he squeezed out the last few drops, he
turned his head sideway s and grinned. “Oh y eah, that was awesom e.”
Mac was staring at him . His brown ey es were even darker than
usual and his cheeks were flushed. As Jez stared back, Mac’s gaze
dropped to Jez’s cock. Jez was still stroking him self idly, teasing out the last
shivers of pleasure. Mac’s breathing sounded ragged as his hand m oved
fast. He bit his lip, still staring at Jez’s dick that was barely softening thanks
to Mac’s attention.
Jez kept his hand m oving, even though the sensation was alm ost too
m uch. But Mac was clearly getting off on watching him , and that was as
hot as fuck.
“Yeah, com e on, m an. Do it.” The words left his lips before he
thought about how they sounded.
Jez flam ed with a full-body flush as soon as he realised what he’d
said, but Mac didn’t seem to care.
“I’m gonna—” he gasped and then cam e, his ey es squeezing shut as
though looking at Jez was alm ost too m uch to bear.
Jez drew in a shaky breath. Tinny m oans and panting from the
laptop screen were loud in the otherwise silent room . He leaned forward
and closed the lid with his clean hand and then reached for the tissues by
his bed. Mac didn’t m ove, and when Jez turned to offer him the box,
Mac’s ey es were still shut, and he was biting his bottom lip.
Jez nudged him . “Want som e tissues?”
Mac snapped his ey es open. He flushed deeper as he avoided Jez’s
ey es, taking a couple of tissues with a m uttered “Thanks.”
Jez sighed. This had been really hot, but it would ruin it if Mac bolted
and spent the next week ignoring him again.
“You okay ?” he asked when they ’d both cleaned up a little and
rearranged their clothes.
“I guess.” Mac’s brow furrowed. He shrugged. “This is a bit…. I
dunno. It’s freaking m e out a little.”
“It’s fun, though, right?” Jez needed to hear Mac adm it it. “There’s no
harm in it.”
“Yeah. But I’m not gay.”
“I know.” Mac was popular with girls. With his height, his broad
shoulders, and his sweet sm ile, they fell over them selves to talk to him .
Jez had seen Mac with the ladies, and Mac didn’t strike him as som eone
who was faking it. But it was the sam e for Jez. Just because he could
enj oy getting off with a guy didn’t m ean he didn’t enj oy sleeping with
wom en too. Jez wasn’t a big believer in labels. He m ight be bisexual—not
that he’d had m uch chance to find out—but he didn’t want to adm it that to
Mac in case it freaked him out. “So y ou’ve never done any thing like this
before?”
Mac shook his head. “Nope.”
“But y ou liked it.” It wasn’t a question, and Mac didn’t answer. He
didn’t need to—it had been obvious. That Mac wasn’t com fortable with
liking it was also evident.
“Yeah.” Mac sm iled at last, the slow spread of his grin chasing the