I shake my head, still resting against his thigh. “No, just you,” I say hoarsely, my throat protesting what I’ve just done.
“That’s not fair,” he predictably protests.
I hide my smile in the crease where his leg meets his groin. “Life isn’t fair.”
His breaths are gradually slowing, and he’s still stroking my hair. I inhale the dark scent of his pubes mingling with come until it’s impossible to think of anything but him.
My phone rings, the harsh sound intruding into the moment like a thunderclap in a blue sky. “Shit.” I wrench away from Xavier, my arm jerking as I fumble for my phone, trying to make the awful noise stop.
I stare down at the contact photo in horror as my brain abruptly comes back online. What have I done? “It’s Jez.”
Xavier stirs. “Is he ringing to see if you’ve tucked me in for the night?” He laughs as I smack his thigh. “Ouch.Harsh, Reuben.”
“Be quiet.” I rise to my feet quickly. After I tuck in his cock and zip him, he remains leaning against the wall, his shirt rucked up, and his torso flexing forwards in invitation.
I glare at him, and he rolls his eyes, grumbling under his breath as he rights himself. I point at him. “I mean it. Keep your mouth shut.”
“I swear by the Explorer Scouts’ pledge to do as you say.”
“Were you ever a member?”
He shrugs. “My grandmother made me join last year. It was supposed to give me healthy outlets for my energy. I lasted thirty-two hours and then I was thrown out for giving Bobby Chalmers a BJ behind the scout hut.” He huffs. “They didn’t even give out badges for that. How unfair is that? They should have been catering to all talents. Not every scout’s path in life is joining in things and climbing mountains.”
My laughter cuts off when the phone stops ringing. Before I can breathe a sigh of relief, it starts again. I suck in a deep, steadying breath and click to connect. “Jez?”
“Hey, mate, I rang to say sorry.”
“For what?”
“For snapping at you.”
“And?”
There’s a short silence. “For being rude about Xavier. You’re right. I need to try harder. I’m so glad you’re with me, because I wouldn’t know the right thing to do otherwise.”
Guilt sears through me, leaving a taste of bile on my tongue.
Xavier draws me closer, and our bodies slide against each other. My cock is still hard, and I grit my teeth until the urge to grind on him leaves me. “I’m pretty sure that’s not true,” I mutter, closing my eyes and gently pushing away Xavier. If I block him out, I could surely remove the temptation of him.
“Well, thanks again. Anyway, I’ve pulled a bird, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
I click to end the call and slide my phone into my pocket. “We can’t do this again.”
Xavier’s eyes are wicked and knowing. “I’m pretty sure that’s a naughty lie.”
“I’m telling the truth,” I protest, but I already know I’m lying, and by his expression, he knows the same.
“Shit, I’m cursed,” I groan.
He chuckles. “Most men would be ecstatic about taking a young man to bed. A young man who is charming, charismatic, and clever.”
“Are we talking about someone else?”
“You’re very much a cup half empty, aren’t you?”
“Xavier, I think we kicked that cup over and trampled on the fucking contents.”
