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)
hunched forward, biting back a m oan and catching his spunk in the palm
of his free hand.
That was all it took for Jez. The sight of Mac com ing and the little
sounds he m ade tipped Jez over into blissful release.
“Fuck, y es,” he hissed, gaze still fixed on Mac’s dick as he shot all
over his T-shirt, too lost in the pleasure to care about m aking a m ess. He
collapsed back, closing his ey es and panting as the waves of his clim ax
receded.
The sofa shifted as Mac m oved beside him , and then the sound of
the porn on the laptop stopped as the lid clicked shut.
“Bollocks,” Mac m uttered.
Jez opened his ey es to see Mac staring at the sticky m ess in his left
hand.
Jez chuckled. “We didn’t plan this very well.” He tucked his cock
away, then sat up and stripped off his T-shirt. “Here.” He passed it to
Mac. “It’ll be going in the wash any way. I j izzed all over it.”
Mac wiped his hand on a dry bit of the T-shirt, then balled it up and
passed it back. “Cheers.” Mac’s cheeks were pink, and he licked his lips.
He avoided Jez’s ey es, but his gaze slid over Jez’s torso in a way that left a
tingle in its wake. He zipped his j eans back up. “I’m gonna go to bed
now.”
“Okay.” Jez deliberately kept his tone light. Mac looked like a
spooked anim al, and Jez didn’t want to say any thing to m ake him m ore
uncom fortable. May be if he acted like this was a com pletely norm al
thing for two straight guy s to do on a quiet night in, Mac wouldn’t freak
out and m ake things uncom fortable. “Night, m an. Sleep well.”
“You too,” Mac m um bled as he departed, laptop under one arm and
his back to Jez.
Chapter Three
Jez’s hopes of carry ing on as norm al were dashed to pieces the next
day. He didn’t see Mac until late m orning, and when they eventually
crossed paths in the kitchen, Jez greeted him j ust like he norm ally would
with an “All right, m ate,” and a grin, but Mac wouldn’t look him in the
ey e.
Mac m uttered a quick hi and turned away from Jez to rifle through
the fridge. Jez stared at his back for a m om ent and then decided this
wasn’t his problem . It wasn’t as if he’d coerced Mac into any thing. Mac
was a big boy, capable of m aking his own decisions. It stung a little that
Mac so clearly regretted this one, but whatever. He’d get over it
eventually, and Jez wasn’t going to lose any sleep in the m eantim e.
Jez took his tea through to the living room and sat on the em pty sofa.
Dani was in the corner of the other sofa, eating noodles, with her long
purple hair tucked behind her ears. Josh, with dark shadows under his
ey es, was curled up at the other end reading and m aking notes. He’d been
out all night. Jez had been eating breakfast when Josh let him self in and
headed straight for the coffee. When Jez asked if he’d had a good night,
Josh had grunted noncom m ittally, so Jez hadn’t pressed him .
Mac j oined them without a word, carry ing a huge plate of
sandwiches and a glass of m ilk. He crossed the room to sit in the
arm chair rather than taking the space beside Jez.
“Is it okay if I put the TV on?” he asked Josh, who was lost in his
book with a frown of concentration on his sharp features.
“Yeah, fine.” The silver ring in Josh’s lip glinted as he glanced up and
gave Mac a quick sm ile.
Mike drifted downstairs around lunchtim e, hung-over and tired,
followed shortly by Shawn, who was in an even worse state.
“You look rough, Shawny,” Jez said. “Good night, was it?”
“Awesom e.” Shawn grinned, then lifted his j aw to proudly show an
angry red m ark on his neck. “Look.”
“Jesus, did y ou pull a vam pire?” Dani teased.
“She was very into m e. What can I say ?”
All six of them hung out in the living room m ost of the afternoon. It
was raining outside, and none of them had any plans, so they enj oy ed a
lazy Sunday of TV, banter, and a bit of study ing for those who had
deadlines. The whole afternoon Jez didn’t m anage to catch Mac’s ey e
once, and it wasn’t for want of try ing. He m ade a point of including him
in the conversation, m entioning the film they ’d watched last night to try
and get him to interact. But even when he j oined in the conversation, Mac
looked at any one rather than Jez. The awkwardness between them was
painfully obvious to Jez, but nobody else seem ed to notice. If they did,