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“I’m going to fucking kill you, Dorgan!”
Harper’s scream brought their incredibly lazy house monitor out of his room. Knowing his friends were safe, Jack didn’t bother to listen to the exchange. He stopped at a mirror and examined his neck. Other than a small scar he’d gotten in football years ago, he didn’t see anything. Checking the other side, he laughed. “I’m never playing cards with either of them again.”
* * *
Early next morning, Jack stumbled toward the bathroom. One—maybe the only—good thing about an early class on Friday was the abundance of free showers at this time of the morning. None of that awkwardness where you brush your teeth and wait, ready to pounce the moment someone vacates one of the small individual stalls.
It also left plenty of time for him to take care of business. No one would be pressing him to get out.
Adjusting the knob to warm, he set his soap and shampoo on the shelf, shucked his boxers, laying them on top of his small black bag, and hung his towel on the hook outside the shower. His morning wood refused to behave, standing proudly in front of him.
Again he thanked the hour for his limited privacy.
He stepped into the smallish stall and swept the cheap white vinyl sheet closed. Water flowed over his head and down his body. He slicked his hair back and soaked in the drumming warmth.
He picked up the soap and ran the white bar between his hands, rubbing under each arm, across the dark hairs on his chest, and finally down his tight stomach. His cock strained for attention.
He let his hands drift toward his groin and soaped the area. He grabbed his dick and stroked. The warm spray washed the soap away, and he leaned back against the white plastic wall.
He’d barely closed his eyes when Ed appeared in his thoughts: a vivid image of them lying in the back of the truck as they kissed. Several times they’d moved enough to rub each other through the fabric of their jeans. Jack had fought the urge to unzip Ed’s jeans, but in his fantasy, he withdrew Ed’s cock.
Pulling his foreskin back and forth, Jack thought about Ed’s naked body against his, imagined pressing kisses down Ed’s stomach. He only made it to the patch of hair surrounding Ed’s hard dick when his own twitched and he came hard—two, three shots hitting the adjacent wall.
If he’d been on his back, it would have been an epic display. At least two or three shots would have hit the wall behind him. Too bad it ended up against the wall barely a foot in front of him.
He dropped his hand, his breath hitching.
Damn, he really needed to see Ed again, and soon.
* * *
Ed directed Jack off a side road that dead-ended at a small parking lot.
Jack lifted an eyebrow. “This looks….”
“Like a scene from a cheap horror flick?”
“I was going to go with secluded, but yeah. Do many people come here?”
“Don’t know.” Ed unbuckled his belt. “I’ve come here to hike, and when I get back late, it’s always deserted, so I thought we could come see if anyone else was here.”
Jack released his seat belt and reached for Ed. They hadn’t managed to align their schedules for a week, and texting every morning and night only partially made up for it. Their lips met in a frenzied need to reacquaint, mouths parting, teeth bumping, tongues tying together. Deep kisses that made his veins and dick throb.
“Why do you have to be an amazing brother?” Jack said between kisses along Ed’s jaw. “Taking your sister out and helping her with her school projects? Volunteering to help your pregnant neighbor go shopping?” Jack pulled back an inch, a grin quirking his cheek. “Was your decency worth missing this?”
“Nope. Becky can do her homework alone from now. Mrs. Penn can go into early labor.” Jack laughed as their lips collided again. They tried to twist into a better position. Ed’s knee slammed into the parking brake. Jack banged his elbow against the center console.
“Hang on.” Jack reached under his seat and pulled up the lever. The bucket moved up a few inches, and he motioned for Ed to move back. “Let me try something.”
Crawling onto the center console, Jack squeezed between the two high-backed seats.
“What are you doing?” Ed had to lean against the door to avoid getting kicked.
“Give me a second.” He pulled himself into the back seat, which had very little room, and turned to face the front. “Lean over and pull up the handle while I push.”
“What?” Ed looked confused, and Jack pointed to the lever he’d used to inch the seat up.
“Work with me here; this will be better.” He put his hand on the back of the chair and leaned in to help Ed find the metal bar. When the tension on the bucket relaxed, Jack pushed it all the way forward. “Now, climb back.”
