“That sounds… great,” I say in a strangled voice. “Thank you, sir.” I clear my throat. “I’m all ears.”
Holy shit. Holy goddamn shit.
If paranoia doesn’t kill you, it sure fucks you five ways to Sunday.
Chapter Six
JETHRO
I had no one. I wasn’t e
ven sure I was sane anymore. I was alone against the world, and the world was full of teeth and claws and flashing knives.
And then there was Joel.
I can’t. Can’t do this anymore. Can’t fight it. It’s getting harder by the day.
Harder in every sense.
Fantasies don’t cut it anymore. I need the real thing. Need more. But that’s never gonna happen. Not the way I want it.
Stripping, I step into the shower stall and turn on the water on warm. It rains down on me and I turn my face up, letting it run into my mouth. The ache between my legs is too insistent to ignore today, though, so I reach down and wrap my hand around my hard dick.
Ah hell, yeah. I squeeze hard, my breath stuttering, and brace one hand against the wall as I work my hand up and down my length. This is good. Not nearly enough, but good nevertheless. I press my forehead to the tiles and close my eyes, imagining how it could be.
The heat of a naked body behind me. Hands gripping my hips, my ass. A mouth around my dick, hot and tight.
Damn. My hand is flying over my cock. Need to come. Have needed it for weeks, but my body isn’t co-operating. Which is why I gave in and made a strategic purchase, one that Joel almost discovered—
Fuck, Joel.
I bite the inside of my cheek, my balls suddenly tightening, my cock swelling more. Yeah, this, now, this—
“Jet? You here—oh shit, sorry.”
I look up. The door is open, Joel standing at the opening, his gaze fixed on my dick, his eyes wide…
And I come with a strangled moan, splashing my cum on the tiled walls of the shower, my hips jerking.
Holy shit.
Spent, I slump against the wall, my deflating dick still held in one hand, unable to look away from my roommate and best friend who’s still gaping at me.
Still dazed with pleasure, I grin at him and blink. “Like what you saw?”
Of course he slams the door shut and takes off.
Ah fuck.
***
I’m pacing the living room like a trapped animal.
My resume has been sent, but I’m not holding my breath. Just because I took the decision to expand my work horizons from dank, filthy bars to something else doesn’t mean I’m gonna get the position.
In fact, I rather doubt they’ll want me based on my stupid resume, even if Joel helped me put it together.
Damn. Joel.