Helping Hand Read Online Jay Northcote (Housemates #1)

Categories Genre: College, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Housemates Series by Jay Northcote
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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Chapter Five

When things changed again, alcohol was involved.

It was a Saturday night in the m iddle of Novem ber. Dani was away

visiting her boy friend again, and Josh had gone out early with barely a

word to the rest of them . Shawn and Mike tried and failed to persuade

Mac and Jez to j oin them in the student union bar. They ’d not told Shawn

and Mike about their stay ing-in pact. It wasn’t worth the hassle because it

would only have m ade Shawn m ore determ ined to lead them astray.

They ’d stuck with their excuses of finances and study ing respectively.

Both were still true, after all.

“Just com e out for a few beers,” Shawn said. “You two are like an

old m arried couple, for fuck’s sake. All y ou do is hang out together and

watch TV.”

“Som etim es we study,” Mac said.

“And play video gam es,” Jez added. They were currently in the

m iddle of a Super Smash Bros. battle. Jez’s cheeks heated at the “m arried

couple” dig. He didn’t dare look at Mac to see if he’d reacted too.

“Like that’s any better. And Mac, Maria was asking after y ou last

weekend, and she’s gonna be there tonight. I reckon y ou’re well in there.

Why stay in and j erk off when y ou could be out with a hot babe like

her?”

Mac stiffened beside Jez. His onscreen character froze, j ust like he

did, and Jez took the opportunity to attack, kicking him off the platform .

“Loser.” Jez nudged Mac in the ribs, try ing to distract him . Shawn’s

dig was a little close for com fort.

“Nah. I’m not that into her,” Mac finally said.

“But she’s gorgeous!” Shawn sounded like a m an who knew he was

fighting a losing battle.

“Not tonight.”

Jez couldn’t help feeling glad that Mac would rather stay in with him ,

even though he told him self it didn’t m ean any thing.

After the others had gone, they carried on play ing for a couple of

hours. They were drinking snakebite this weekend—strong lager m ixed

with equally strong cider—and Jez’s coordination was affected. He was

m ore pissed than he had been in ages.

“You fucker!” he cursed as Mac sent his character fly ing off the

platform again to win the best of three. Jez tossed his controller aside and

threw him self back against the sofa cushions. “I’m done.”

“Are y ou rage quitting? That’s alway s the sign of a sore loser.” But

Mac set his controller down too, turned the gam e off, and settled back

beside him .

“If I carry on any longer, I’ll end up play ing it in m y sleep all

night.” Jez y awned. The alcohol had m ade him sleepy and relaxed, but

he wasn’t ready to go to bed y et. With the house to them selves and Mac’s

knee bum ping his, Jez’s m ind turned to other things they could be doing,

and his body started to respond. He was like one of Pavlov’s dogs around

Mac now, only horny instead of hungry. Just looking at him m ade Jez

want to get off.

Mac didn’t reply im m ediately. Jez wondered if Mac was thinking the

sam e thing he was. Som etim es it felt like a gam e of chicken as they

waited to see who’d m ake the first m ove.

Mac shifted slightly, m oving his hand to cover the bulge in his j eans.

Jez didn’t react, but his ey es followed the m ovem ent, a thrum of arousal

zinging through him as Mac started to stroke him self idly through the

fabric.

“You wanna?” Mac asked, his voice a little rough already.

“I guess.” The rasp in Jez’s voice gave him away in his attem pt at

sounding casual.

Mac stood and offered his hand to Jez.

Jez paused for a split second before taking it and letting Mac pull him

up. The warm brush of his palm against Jez’s was electric, and Jez’s head

was suddenly full of other places that Mac’s hands could touch him —if

only Mac wanted to.

Pushing those traitorous thoughts aside, he dropped Mac’s hand as

though it burned and followed him up the stairs.

“Your room ?” Mac paused with his hand on the door handle—Jez’s

was closest to the top of the stairs.

“Sure.”

There was nothing awkward about this now. After the past few

weeks, they knew exactly how this would go. Mac m ade him self

com fortable on Jez’s bed while Jez got his laptop. By the tim e Jez sat

down, Mac had already pushed his clothing down enough to get his cock

out and was stroking him self slowly.

“Starting without m e?” Jez asked.

“Yep. I’m horny. Gonna take a while, though, after all the booze.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Jez thought m ay be that wasn’t a bad thing. When

they were sober, they both cam e pretty fast. It was hot but rather

clinical. But when they were both a bit drunk, it was usually a m ore


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