“As soon as we get home.”
I nibble on his neck and gasp when he brushes his thumb over my cockhead. My body shudders. He groans loudly when I circle his.
“Fooling around outside is hot, right?” I rasp.
“Yeah, it strangely is.”
Jett’s fingers dig into my hip as he tugs on me harder and faster, squeezing just right. My toes curl, and I nibble on his throat again. Soon, we’re a panting and moaning mess.
I’m the first to come, almost out of nowhere. Jett catches most of my cum in his hand. I don’t slow down my strokes, squeezing him tighter and twisting on the upstroke.
“Fuck,” he cries out, shooting his load all over. Most of his cum lands on my shorts, but I don’t give a shit.
We stand there for a moment, catching our breath, still holding our soft dicks. Eventually, we pry ourselves apart, smiling like a couple of idiots.
“We’re a mess,” he says. “Especially you, wearing my cum.”
“I got something for that!” I dig in my bag again and pull out a small pack of wipes, handing them to Jett. He shakes his head, smiling, then mumbles, “Boy Scout.” He takes one out and hands it back to me.
Once our hands are clean, we pull up our shorts. I grab a clean wipe and work on my shorts to get rid of the big wet spot there.
“Gonna be hard to explain this to my family when we get home.”
He laughs, putting the used wipes in my palm, and I shove them back into my bag. “Well, you can tell them the truth, or just say you spilled some water.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I’d rather take that to my grave than tell them I got cum all over me.”
While I’m laughing, I’m also dying to tell him how I feel. The only thing holding me back is that he holds back from me. He’s still keeping some walls up. God, I want him to know, though.
Maybe we can talk when we get home. If we’re serious about being together, we need to be open and honest. I’m sure whatever happened to him hurts like fuck, but he’s not alone anymore. I can be there for him, support him.
Instead, I say, “That was fucking hot!”
“It was. Now, let’s get back. I feel sticky.”
“So do my shorts.”
“Dork.”
I almost let slip, ‘But this dork loves you.’
It’s Monday, and I’m back at work. I leave the facility and meet up with Justin and Rose for lunch. I invited Jett, but he couldn’t get away from work, so he’s eating in his office.
I step into the sushi and ramen restaurant, which is a local hotspot. Justin and Rose are already here, waiting. When I step up to the table, I lean in and kiss Rose’s cheek, then shake Justin’s hand.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“What’s up withyou?” Rose smirks knowingly. “I’ve been on pins and needles to know more about this new relationship you’re in. Tell me about this boyfriend of yours.” She shakes her head, chuckling. “Who knew you’d be into guys?”
“Maybe Wes is pan. Or bi,” Justin says.
I shrug. “It just happened, like a happy mistake. I didn’t expect it either, but I’m fucking glad it did.”
Rose bats her eyelashes. “Aww, our Wes is in love.”
“I think Wes is,” I admit. “It feels good. And that’s saying a lot. I don’t fall in love easily. And it’s been… easy. Fucking fast, too.”
Justin pats my back and pushes up his glasses. “I’m happy for you, man. It’s about time.”
