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Yet I wanted to be closer. And I knew it, even if I didn’t want to admit it.
“That was good,” I said once I finished the protein pop. We tossed our popsicle sticks into the wastebasket, and I breathed deep. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you need to de-stress after your night.”
He chuckled. “You already know how I relieve stress.”
“Doing a hundred push-ups, or something? Two hundred?”
He shook his head, pinning me with his gaze. “I have to get off,” he said. “To help me relax. Sometimes with other dudes. Sometimes while other dudes watch me. Like I said, you’re acquainted with that part of me.”
I cleared my throat and shifted on my feet. “Right. That.”
My cock stirred as he watched me with that unashamed look in his eyes. At this point I was convinced my dick had been taken over by some chaotic force beneath my pants that I no longer had any control over.
“That,” he repeated, cocking his head to one side. “That thing you apparently thought was just as hot as I did.”
“I never said that.” My heart beat hard in my chest, like I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been.
Kace picked up his phone, glancing down at it. “According to our texts, your exact word earlier was just ‘duh.’ As in,duh, Kace, of course it was hot when I stared right at you while you came all over yourself.”
I swallowed hard over the tightness in my throat. The room seemed ten degrees too hot now, and my cock was hardening at an alarming rate.
Not that my own cock was even important to me right now. I couldn’t stop my gaze from flitting downward every few seconds to check the bulge that was forming under Kace’s athletic shorts, which left very little to the imagination to begin with.
Earlier tonight at the brewery, I hadn’t known if he had been joking about getting hard. Now there was no mistaking it.
He was leaning back on the multicolored quilt, sitting with his legs a little bit apart. The fucker probably knew exactly what he was doing to me. Kace Tomlin was completely shameless, but how could I blame him? If I were him, I would be proud of my body, too.
“I should leave you to take care of that,” I told him, my voice coming out a little bit raspy.
“You’re still here, though,” he said, his voice dropping a register.
He’d clocked my bullshit, right away. My feet were firmly frozen in place. It was even worse when I tore my eyes away from the outline below the smooth fabric of his shorts—because looking up into his stupid, pretty blue eyes only made me get harder.
“Well,” I challenged him, lifting my chin a little and posturing. Words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “I helped you last time, so maybe now you can helpme.”
His eyes flared for a moment, going wide before dropping back down to being half-lidded.
I could feel each pounding heartbeat inside my chest. But any semblance of regret I felt at blurting out the request was gone the moment I saw how Kace responded. He didn’t laugh me out of the room. He didn’t wave me off, telling me what was on a loop in my own head:you’re just a confused, old straight guy who has no goddamn clue what you’re doing.
Instead, I got bedroom eyes.
Grade-A, certified,fuck-mebedroom eyes. Even in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, I could tell that’s what it was. His expression had changed from momentary shock to looking like he wanted to devour every inch of me. And now my desire to be closer to him was about ten times stronger.
“Damn,” he murmured in a low voice, his hand trailing down to palm the outline of his cock through the shiny fabric. “You surprise me sometimes, Nathan.”
I pulled in a lungful of air, trying to act normal and keep my poker face on. “Well, I need it just as badly,” I finally managed to say. “To relax, I mean.”
“Well okay then, Daddy,” Kace murmured, cocking his head slightly to one side. My cock throbbed so strongly it ached.
I’d never really understood why people responded to being called that. I’d never thought it was anything bad, really, but had just figured it wasn’t my thing. But it was like my brain had short-circuited to likinganydumb pet name for me that slipped out of Kace’s mouth.
Especially when he was looking at me like he owned me. All power and calm and playful confidence, kicking back on my guest bed like he belonged there.
He palmed his dick through his shorts and kept me pinned by his gaze. That same floaty feeling I’d gotten the first time I’d seen his cock came right back to me as I finally willed myself to move, sitting down gingerly next to him. I lay back on the bed, staring up at the boring old wooden ceiling fan, still in disbelief at what I was doing.
Last week I’d filled out a fucking tax form in this room, and now I was doingthis.
But the moment my body was next to his, something inside of me deeply relaxed, too. The side of my body was touching his now, and there was some strange safety in that, even as my heart pounded away.
