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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right decision.

He brushed past Mac as he went but didn’t catch his ey e.

He didn’t realise Mac had followed him until the door to the toilets

slam m ed shut behind them . Mac had Jez pinned up against the wall

before Jez knew what was happening. Mac’s face was set, a m uscle

ticking in his j aw as he glared down at him .

“What the fuck, Mac?” Jez didn’t m ake any m ove to push him away.

His heart was going like a trip ham m er, and the scent of Mac’s sweat was

m aking him harder in thirty seconds than Gabi’s kisses had in an hour.

The crash of Mac’s lips against his was the last thing Jez expected.

Frozen with shock, his m outh went slack as Mac forced his tongue into

Jez’s m outh, greedy and dem anding. But after a few seconds, Jez’s brain

caught up with what was happening, and his body followed with a hot

surge of arousal. He grabbed Mac’s face in both hands and held him there

—not that Mac was try ing to pull away. It felt like Mac was try ing to take

up residence in Jez’s m outh, and Jez was okay with that. He gave as good

as he got, kissing Mac back fiercely, eliciting a groan that went right to

Jez’s cock.

The sound of the outer door m ade them spring apart. They gazed at

each other for a split second, ey es wide, breath panting, and then Jez

ducked around Mac and went to the sink. Having a piss would be a

phy sical im possibility right now, even if raging erections at the urinal

were socially acceptable.

Mac headed for a cubicle, and the door clanged shut, followed by

the scrape of a bolt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The other bloke who’d com e in headed to the urinal. Jez’s hands

shook as he ran cold water on them and splashed it onto his burning

cheeks. He stared at him self in the m irror, taking in his hectic flush and

dark pupils that nearly eclipsed the blue of his irises. His cock ached.

Jez waited. The newcom er seem ed to take forever to piss while Jez

washed his hands slowly.

Finally the other guy left.

“He’s gone.” Jez’s raised voice echoed off the tiles.

No answer.

He tried again. “Are we going to talk about what j ust happened?”

Mac opened the door, his cheeks as flushed as Jez’s, but he m et Jez’s

gaze and held it. “Not here,” he said. “Back at hom e?”

“Now?”

Mac nodded.

Chapter Eight

The walk hom e was tense. Thankfully they didn’t have far to go

because it was near to freezing now. They walked quickly. Their breath

m ade clouds of vapour, and the chill stung Jez’s cheeks. Dressed for

clubbing, they only had thin j ackets with no hats, gloves, or scarves.

Silence stretched awkwardly between them . Jez had no idea what to say.

His stom ach was full of ram paging butterflies as he wondered what was

going to happen when they got back to the house.

Mac finally asked, “Was Gabi pissed off at y ou for ditching her?”

“No,” Jez said. “But I told her I was feeling sick, so she couldn’t

argue with that. She gave m e her num ber.”

“You gonna use it?”

“I dunno.” Jez doubted it. It wouldn’t be fair to string her along when

he wasn’t feeling it. Mac’s rough kisses had obliterated all m em ory of her

lips. “What about y ou and Gem m a?”

“Nothing happened between us. She was dancing with Mike when

we left, so I didn’t bother to say any thing.”

Back at the house, Jez let them in. He went straight upstairs, and Mac

followed him in silence. Jez pushed open the door of his room , and the

creak of a floorboard told him that Mac was still behind him . His heart

thum ped against his ribs, and he felt dizzy with nerves. Jez switched on

the bedside lam p and turned. Mac looked huge in the dim light, and the

y ellow glow softened his features as he m et Jez’s gaze. He swallowed, the

click of his throat audible in the silence.

“What are we doing?” Jez’s voice was hoarse.

Mac shrugged, a sm all m ovem ent of his shoulders. “Can I kiss y ou

again?”

Jez huffed a nervous laugh. “You didn’t ask the first tim e.”

Mac’s lips twitched. “I didn’t know I was going to do it till it

happened.”

“Get over here, then.”

This tim e the kiss was cautious, m ore like a first kiss than the crazy

im pulsivity of before. As their lips parted and tongues touched, Jez closed

his ey es and let the slow wave of sensation engulf him . Mac’s hands

cupped his face at first, still chilled from the winter air outside but

warm ing fast. Jez held Mac’s waist, tugging him closer until their hips

bum ped together. God, Mac was hard already, and Jez was getting there

fast. He slid his hands lower and palm ed Mac’s arse, half expecting him


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