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My eyes pop open and the slow realization that I’m still in this cold trailer in the middle of Kansas forces me awake. Thankfully, there are no masticating cows lingering inside with us. Although, I’m sure if I glance outside I may see one staring back at me in the dreary morning light. Gods, I can picture it—the cow just grinding its jaw lazily, looking at us like we’re lunch. I shudder.
I do not look. Ignorance is bliss in this moment.
So instead, I just burrow further under the covers, seeking warmth. I’m really not that cold, to be honest. Bennet is right next to me, his side pressed up against mine. He really is like my very own heater.
Except he’s not mine. Pfft, of course he’s not. He’s more like a borrowed heater, one I got at a thrift shop and toted with me to Kansas. A really nice one that was such a steal, but I digress.
It’s so cold out, I think it was actually supposed to snow last night.
In spring. Motherfucking snow. I saw it when looking at my weather app yesterday. I thought I was hallucinating.
I thought this was the South, but maybe it’s farther north than I thought. Maybe I need to take another lesson in geography.
I sense movement under the covers, a familiar rhythmic noise, and I look over at Bennet’s face. His eyes are still closed, but his head is thrown back, his neck pulled so tight I can see the corded muscles there.
Is he?
My eyes go to the blanket, and I see his hand is moving up and down beneath it.
He is.
“Bennet,” I say, my voice cracking. I can feel my heart flutter beneath my ribs. I’m starting to shake and it’s not from the cold. “Wake up.”
He lets out a little groan and my cock, which was already annoyingly hard this morning, twitches wantonly between my legs. Oh fuck, it wants to thrust against him. It wants a little piece of that warm, tight body that I ran my hands over last night.
But it will absolutely need to refrain from temptation because doing that would cross a line.
Last night was for the fans. It was a tease. There are no cameras on us now. This is just us. In a bed. In Kansas. And what he’s doing is so…inappropriate.
Who cares that we fucked before? Who cares that his big fat dick stretched me open and tore me apart? We haven’t fucked again since and there’s a reason for it.
A very damn good reason that I’m finding hard to recall right now.
“Bennet,” I snap, and his eyes pop open, wide and full of sleep. He lets out a shaky breath as his hand stills and he turns his head to look at me.
“Jasper.” His voice is raspy and low. It’s not sexy. Not at all. And my dick totally didn’t just twitch again. It’s just having a little morning jig in my pajamas. That’s all this is. A little square dance.
“Are you…some kind of animal? Just jacking off lying right next to me?”
“What kind of animal jacks off?” he asks before his eyes drag down his body and realization hits him. “Oh. Oh, shit.”
“For fuck’s sake. Are you for real? You were justsleep-jerkingit?” I say, my voice laced with sarcasm and trying desperately not to sound horny. That’s the last thing I need, for him to hear me whimper.
His hand slides out from under the blankets and threads through his shaggy hair. He almost looks embarrassed, but that’s not right. He’s supposed to make a joke, be annoying and obnoxious. That’s what he does.
“What do you expect? That little tease for the cameras gave me massive blue balls. I feel like my dick is going to fall off.”
I roll my eyes, and he smirks.
“It would be a tragedy to all mankind if that happened.”
I roll my eyes again for good measure, just to make sure he sees it. But the truth is, my entire body is thrumming with something. With need. My cock is still ridiculously hard, pressed up against my boxers just from thinking about last night. I can’t really lie to myself anymore. For once in my goddamn life, I’m going to be honest about this.
I nibble on my bottom lip, trying to keep a moan inside. Touching his muscles, running my hands across those abs. Insane. Absolutely insane.
“Well…” I clear my throat, my voice sounding a little rough. “That tease was just for the cameras. And they’ve been put away, so…”
He nods his head slowly, not looking like he fully agrees. Actually, now that I really look at him, he looks damn near distraught. Hmm, maybe his ballsareblue. I know mine sure feel like they are. Last night was not a restful sleep. I could smell him, feel him. Even in my dreams. My cock is like a spike in my pants, and I thought more than once about getting a little relief. It’s like my body knew it was pressed up against him, knew what it wanted, despite me trying so hard to resist.
