Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
he’d alway s considered him self straight, because he definitely liked girls.
There was a long pause. The TV chattered away, but neither of
them paid any attention to it. Mac was a m illion m iles away, and Jez was
staring at him , his heart beating fast. He dropped his gaze to Mac’s lap.
The bulge in his tracksuit bottom s gave him away. Jez was relieved he
wasn’t the only one popping an inappropriate boner.
Suddenly Mac snapped back into reality. He cleared his throat and
stood up, adj usting the tent in his trousers. Jez stared—he couldn’t help
him self—and when he dragged his gaze back to Mac’s face, Mac was
watching him . The air between them felt charged. Jez wondered if it was
all him , or whether Mac felt it too.
Mac finally broke the silence. “I’m , uh…. I’m gonna head up to
bed.” He was still blushing.
“Tim e for that hot date with y our right hand?” Jez sm irked, try ing to
ease the tension back to som ething recognisable and fam iliar.
“Yeah. Som ething like that.”
Jez hit the off button on the TV rem ote. “All this talk has m ade m e
horny too. I m ight j oin y ou in a m inute.” Mac’s ey es flew wide open at
that, and the shock on his face m ade Jez burst out laughing. “Not literally,
y ou twat.”
Mac’s face had turned an even darker shade of scarlet. “Fuck off.”
He flipped Jez off. “Good night, loser.” He turned away.
“Night, Mac. Have fun with Mr Right.”
Jez watched Mac as he left the room , all big shoulders and slim hips.
No wonder the girls alway s chased him .
He left it a few m inutes before following Mac up the stairs. Jez
paused on the landing; Mac’s room was next to his on the top floor. He
listened, but the m uffled sound of m usic covered any other noises. He
wondered if Mac was watching porn or whacking off to the fantasies in
his own head, and if so, what those fantasies m ight be. Then he wondered
why he was thinking about his housem ate j erking off. Shaking his head at
him self, Jez went into his own room to take care of business and tried to
keep Mac out of his head while he did it.
He m ostly succeeded.
Chapter Two
The following Friday night, they were the only ones left in again.
They ’d both stay ed in all week, but this was the first tim e they ’d had
the house to them selves. During the week there was usually som eone else
around.
Jez had been out for a run in the early evening and cam e back to
find Mac in the living room working on another assignm ent—one that Jez
had finished in the library at lunchtim e.
“Do y ou need any help with it?” Jez offered.
“No thanks. I’m nearly finished, but if y ou don’t m ind reading it
through for m e once I’m done, that would be cool. Check I haven’t said
any thing stupid.”
Once Jez had showered and eaten, Mac was packing his books away.
“Do y ou still want m e to read it?”
“Yeah, cheers.”
Jez sat on the sofa with Mac’s laptop. He m ade a few com m ents in
the m argin as he went.
“Looks good,” he said when he got to the end. “But—”
Mac groaned. “I knew there’d be a but.”
Jez grinned. “Nothing m aj or. I fixed a few ty pos and left y ou som e
notes. I j ust reckon it would flow better if y ou changed the order of y our
paragraphs. It m akes m ore sense that way. And y ou could develop y our
conclusion a little m ore, perhaps.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Mac spent another half hour reworking it. When he was finally done,
he j oined Jez on the sofa to watch TV. He offered Jez a beer again, and
Jez accepted.
“Cheers. I’ll get som e next weekend,” Jez prom ised. Now he’d cut
right down on his spending, he could stretch to a few cheap drinks at the
weekend.
There was a film j ust starting—som e Am erican cop dram a that Jez
had never heard of.
They watched the film as they worked their way through a couple
of beers. Despite the action on the screen, Jez was distracted. His m ind
kept wandering back to the conversation they ’d had last weekend. Since
then, Mac had been in Jez’s thoughts m ore than he was com fortable with.
Given his sexual history, Jez had alway s known he was capable of
getting off with guy s. But when he was at school, he had figured it was
about availability. Having another willing person to lend a helping hand—
or occasionally a m outh if y ou were lucky —m ade sense in the all-m ale
environm ent where he had spent his adolescence. Lock hundreds of
teenage boy s together in a boarding school and gay stuff was going to