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By the time we had walked out of the restaurant and stepped out, the sun was nowhere in sight. Instead, a full moon hung heavy and bright in the star-dotted night sky. We walked over to the corner, moving away from the crowd of people still waiting to dine at the restaurant.
“All right, I should be headed home,” Jonah said, his blue eyes looking up into mine. “Listen, man, thanks again. For everything. The job, the case. You really helped me out, and I’m going to make sure you see you made a good choice in me.”
I wanted to tell him I already knew that. I knew it down to my bone marrow, like a fact as solid as the earth being round.
“Don’t worry about it.” I waved a hand in the air. “You have a good night, Jonah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See ya tomorrow,” he said, a wide grin showing off his porcelain-white teeth. We clapped hands together and shook, something else shaking inside me.
As I walked away, both of us headed in opposite directions, I couldn’t stop thinking of Jonah Brightly and the effect that straight boy had on me. I knew I shouldn’t indulge the feelings, shouldn’t feed the fantasies in my head, but I did. I fanned the flames and threw chum into the water by thinking of Jonah as anyone more than a new coworker and friend.
As I walked past busy restaurants and a couple of closed storefronts, I let myself imagine Jonah as someone more. Briefly, from the time it took me to get to one stoplight from the other, I allowed myself to picture walking in the same direction as Jonah. Walking with him, hand in hand, walking to our shared bedroom together, where we’d spend the rest of the night tangled up in each other.
And, in that short amount of time between walking from one corner to the other, I fell incredibly fucking hard for that idea.
I knew it by the way my throat felt a little tighter and the tips of my fingers felt tingles, matching the ones in my gut. I knew I had fallen for the fantasy by the way the sea of faces had disappeared around me, even though I was walking through the streets of one of the busiest cities in the entire world.
No one else mattered. No other faces registered, no other sounds came in.
I had just fallen into the image of me and Jonah together, the only sound being our breaths, our moans.
I had fallen, and I had fallen real fucking hard for the new straight guy at work.
God damn it.
I had no idea what to do with myself, but I knew for sure that I couldn’t go home. There was too much on my mind for me to go to bed right now.
Oh, Jonah Brightly, what are you doing to me?
8 Jonah Brightly
The entire Uber ride home had me thinking about Gabriel “Fox” Morrison and that smoldering smile of his. The confidence that he wore like the most expensive coat he could find on the rack.
And those fascinating hazel eyes of his. I don’t think I’d ever seen a color like that. Where the lightest browns blended with the brightest greens, creating a color palette I didn’t think was even possible unless you went out of this earth and went looking on some alien planet.
That was what Fox was to me. An alien. Something extraterrestrial, striking up an intense curiosity down in the very center of my core. I was normally a curious guy, but Fox brought up so many questions inside me.
One of the top ones being why the hell was I so physically attracted to him?
Seriously, I was sitting there in the back seat of an Uber as we aggressively drove through Miami traffic, the streetlights passing over us in streaks, and I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard over the thought of Fox and those big lips of his.
And his stony jaw.
And those big shoulders.
And the way his eyes crinkled whenever he smiled, really smiled.
And how his cologne would sometimes drift over my way and set off an intoxicating chain reaction cascade through my body.
I was rock hard, cock pressed against my thigh, and it was all for a man. A man who was now a coworker and who I had just met.
A man who was everything my wet dreams were made out of. Dreams that I’d never tell a soul about, only recall them myself for days after, jerking off to the image of a hard, muscular body writhing over mine.
A body like Fox’s…
Why does life have to be so damn complicated? Why was I so consumed with Fox’s body? He was a… well, a he.
I tried focusing on the bland pop song playing over the radio, and when that didn’t bring my boner down, I decided to try and distract myself with some bland conversation with the driver.
