Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Jack moved closer, compelled by some force stronger than he could fight. He watched the long, elegant fingers curled around the soapy shaft, gliding up and pulling down in a manner Jack knew well.
The movement was slow and sensual. Jack felt his own cock harden at the erotic sight of the naked man pleasuring himself. Hardly aware of what he was doing, Jack dropped his hand to his crotch, massaging his stiffening member through the denim as he stared at Will’s erotic, graceful movements. Though he knew he should leave, he couldn’t tear his eyes from Will’s body, from his hand on his sex, from his lean, muscled torso, from his head, tilted back, the lips parted as if waiting for a kiss.
Jack cupped his erection, his balls tightening. He licked his lips and tried to swallow. Get out, before he sees you. He ignored the silent voice, barely audible over the beating of his heart.
Will’s movements became more rapid, his chest beginning to heave, his mouth open as his hand flew over his cock in a frenzy. All at once Will stiffened and jerked forward with a small, stifled cry. He dropped his hands to his sides and moved so he was standing directly beneath the spray. Jack could see his cock through the steamy glass, still rigid, bobbing lewdly from his groin.
Face burning, heart pounding, Jack backed out of the bathroom, not sure if Will knew he had spied on him, praying he had not. He was stunned not only by what he’d witnessed, but by his own reaction to it.
Again he dropped his hand to his crotch. His cock was hard as bone. Unable to help himself, he massaged it through his pants, though he actively resisted the urge to slip his hand into his underwear.
Oh my God. I’m gay.
He shook his head. No, no. You just appreciate physical beauty. That must be what it was. Just as he appreciated the elegant curve of a fine piece of wood, Jack had always appreciated the human form, both male and female. It didn’t make one gay just because one admired the curve of muscle, the lines and angles of something beautifully formed.
The image of Luke rose in his mind. Were his eyes really the same vibrant green as Will’s, or was he confusing the two men along with his feelings? He sat heavily on the chair, his hand still on his cock. Luke had accused him of denying his feelings. At the time Jack had been too scared and confused to admit there was any truth to Luke’s assertion.
As now, back then his body had responded honestly before he had a chance to shut it down. Over twenty years later he could still recall the power of that one kiss, the fierce, melted heat of his desire when Luke had grabbed his cock and stolen an orgasm.
Had he stolen it? Or had Jack, by barely resisting, by pretending to a confusion so great it rendered him helpless, been complicit in the act?
The kiss he’d shared with Will had been just as powerful, but sweeter, far sweeter. He had wanted that kiss, had actively sought it out. The fear he’d experienced at eighteen was still there at forty-four, but now there was also desire, a desire he wouldn’t deny, not this time.
When Will had straddled his ass, his strong, capable hands massaging Jack’s muscles into submission, he was glad Will couldn’t see the erection sprouting beneath him. Will’s touch left trails of electric desire over his skin, though once he began to massage Jack in earnest, his powerful, skilled touch had left Jack undone. His body had completely relaxed, unwinding from its constant vigil, though he no longer knew what he was guarding himself against.
What if, instead of falling asleep, he had twisted beneath Will and pulled him into his arms? Jack shook his head. As powerful as the image was, he knew he wasn’t yet ready for such a bold act. Nor was he entirely sure how Will would react to such forwardness on his part.
Quickly he dropped his hand from his crotch as Will came into the bedroom, the lower half of his body wrapped in a towel. Jack shifted on the chair, crossing his legs to hide his lingering erection.
Will’s hair was wet, his skin glowing. “Hey, you woke up. You were sleeping so soundly I hated to disturb you.” Jack watched Will’s face, looking for hints he’d known Jack was in the bathroom, but his expression was open and completely without guile. With enormous relief, Jack realized he’d escaped undetected.
Will walked toward him and for one crazy second Jack thought he was going to bend down and kiss him. He tensed, not sure how to react. But Will simply leaned over, reaching out toward the lamp that stood by the chair Jack sat in. He flipped it on, oblivious to Jack’s sudden, hot blush.