Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 82010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“What are you doing here, Sawyer?” My tone was laced with confusion, maybe even suspicion.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “Can we just… talk?”
“Talk?”
“Yeah. Like we used to, you know. Just share random shit. Get to know each other again.”
“I’d like that,” I said honestly. I’d missed more than just his body. I’d missed him… His mind, his sense of humour, his passion for music… “I’ll get us some drinks.”
Conversation flowed slowly, awkwardly even, for a while. Directing the conversation away from himself, Sawyer probed me about my time in Australia. Talking about my family soon led us into a comfortable conversation, and before long, with the help of a couple of glasses of my favourite bourbon, it was just like old times.
“I can’t believe Lily is fifteen!” Sawyer said, shaking his head in bewilderment. Lily is my baby sister. There’s quite a big age gap between us – twelve years. She’s a stubborn thing with a masters degree in sarcasm… but I love her, and I am insanely protective of her. “She must’ve been, what… five when I last saw her?”
“Yeah. She’s gutted she doesn’t really remember you. In fact, I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m bullshitting about knowing you. She said she’ll believe me when she sees my picture in a magazine.”
“That won’t take long.”
“No doubt,” I agreed. “She’d love to meet you when the tour hits Sydney.”
“Yeah?”
“Hell yes! Actually, she’d never forgive me if I didn’t introduce you… and the rest of the guys too or course. No offense to you, but I think she prefers Isaac.”
“None taken,” he said, exhaling a soft laugh. “I’d love to see her again,” he added with what appeared to be a genuine smile. Sawyer has a smile I could get lost in – so wide and bright, it illuminates his whole face. “Your parents too. They were pretty cool back in the day.”
“They still are.”
“Even though you’re…never mind.”
“Are you asking me if my parent’s are okay with the fact I’m gay?”
“No, it doesn’t matter. Forget I said anything,” Sawyer stuttered before draining his glass of bourbon.
“Well they are,” I replied, answering his unspoken question whether he wanted me to or now. “My mum said she’d always known, and my dad just shook my hand and said ‘fair enough, son. Now sit your arse down before the rugby starts.’”
“Wow,” he breathed, bending forward to pour himself another drink. Leaning across the couch, I put my hand on his shoulder to pull him back.
“That’s not a good idea the night before a live show.”
“You’re probably right,” he agreed, shrugging out of my grasp and continuing to pour the drink. “But lately everything seems like a bad idea, so what the hell.”
I sat back, watching him curiously as he brought the glass to his lips. His tongue darted out a little, as if getting a sneaky taste before the liquid spilled into his mouth and coated it completely. He winced as the shot went down his throat, then after putting his glass back on the table, he just… stared.
“Sit back, Sawyer,” I coaxed, patting the back of the couch. Without looking at me, he did. “Why did you really come here tonight?”
“I just…” He shrugged and then sighed. “Just needed to see you.”
“Why?”
“I think you know why.”
I knew why I hoped he was here, but there was only one way to find out for certain. Scooching closer to him, but not near enough to touch, I leaned forward, my head hovering in the crook of his neck. Inhaling his spicy scent made my dick swell instantly, forcing an involuntary moan from my throat.
“Do you want me to touch you, Sawyer?” I whispered into his ear. “Do you want to feel my mouth on you again?”
“I-I…I don’t know,” he stuttered, the pain of the decision evident in his expression. Standing up, I started unbuttoning my shirt.
“I’m going for a shower and then bed. Join me, or don’t. The decision is yours, Sawyer.” Slowly lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor, I saw Sawyer mulling his options over in his head, and given the fact his eyes didn’t once shift from my bare chest, I knew he would be joining me in the shower very shortly.
After folding my pants and stripping myself free of socks and underwear, I stepped under the steaming spray and let it wash over my body. My dick had been hard since the moment Sawyer arrived at my door, and it took all the self-restraint I had not to grab hold of it and relieve the pressure.
I was applying shampoo to my short hair when I heard the door creak open. I didn’t turn around - I just waited. After several minutes, curiosity got the better of me, and I turned my body to find him standing in the doorway with an almost guilty expression distorting his beautiful face.
Wordlessly, I stepped back a little and opened the shower door, holding my hand out for him. I saw him gulp, forcing his Adam’s apple up and down, and then after taking a deep breath, he slowly began to undress himself. I’d seen him shirtless in magazines, and from afar when I saw the band live last time they were in Australia… but none of those situations gave his body the justice it deserves. In the flesh, just a couple of feet away from me, he took my breath away.
But that was nothing compared to the way my breath caught in my throat when he nervously rolled his pants down and then peeled his tight boxer shorts away from his body. He was already hard for me, just like I knew he would be. He strode cautiously towards me, never taking his eyes off mine, and when he placed his hand in mine, I had never felt so complete.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told him, pulling him closer and letting the warm water rain down over both of us. His body stiffened when I gently gripped his hips, holding him to me while my mouth inched closer to his. “Relax, Sawyer,” I whispered, and then I sealed my lips to his. It took him a few seconds to reciprocate, but soon enough his lips parted enough for me to dip my tongue inside.