Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“What are you smiling at?” He walks over and hands me the washcloth. He’s wearing a different pair of shorts than he had on before. His are smaller and tighter than I wear, and they really show off his pert ass. Which is something I’ve noticed before. I had to have since I’m not seeing his ass right now. What the fuck?
“Just thinking about the fact that we were jacking off at the same time. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. I must have needed it.” I wipe off my belly and chest, still keeping the goods covered.
“Right? Me too.”
“Yeah?” I look up at him and…are his cheeks pink?
“Yes. God, I can’t believe we did this.”
“I liked it,” I admit. “It was hotter knowing you were doing it too.”
He gets that slightly pinched look on his face he has when he’s trying to figure something out. “Okay…”
Okay? What does okay mean? “I need to wipe my junk, D. I don’t care if you stay or see, but if you don’t want to, now is the time to turn around.”
Our gazes don’t leave each other’s. He swallows noticeably. “I’ll stay…if you’re sure you don’t mind. Again, not in a gross way, but you’re the one who always gets naked in front of me. I was worried you’d take it the wrong way if I saw something. Since that’s not an issue now…well, I can go. Maybe I should go? I have no reason to stay.”
I chuckle. “I have zero embarrassment about being seen naked. That’s not really my style. And you’re rambling. You’re not usually a rambler.”
“Yeah, well, try being gay and attempting to figure out what the fuck is going on with us tonight. It’s stressful.”
“Hey.” I reach out and take his hand. “It’s me. You don’t ever have to be stressed with me.”
“I’m fairly certain you have dried cum and lube on your hand,” he reminds me.
“Oops.” I let go of him, give him another second, and when Donovan doesn’t leave or turn away, I drop the shorts to the floor, then wipe the cum and lube from my pubes, cock, and balls.
Donovan is actually seeing my dick right now. There’s no possibility he hasn’t caught a glimpse before, but it would have been quick because that’s always when he would turn away or pretend to study the wall or something. He’s not now.
Does he like what he sees?
Why does it matter if he does?
“Are you going to make me hobble to my dresser, or do you mind getting me underwear?”
“Oh. Sure. Sorry.” Donovan walks away, and this time, I do get to see his ass, and yep, the shorts definitely show off his tight, pert butt. He always wears Speedos when we swim, and those are hard not to notice. “Do you want shorts?”
“You like me in my underwear, so maybe I shouldn’t,” I tease.
“Fuck you.” My boxer briefs suddenly hit me in the face. I laugh. “I’m just being honest. Your words, not mine.”
“I like it when you shut up too. Why don’t you try that?”
I put my underwear on and breathe out a sigh of relief. We’re being us right now. Nothing has changed. We didn’t break us.
“Never,” I reply.
“Annoying,” he answers, but then hands me my crutches, even though they’re close enough for me to reach. “One episode, and then I need to go to bed.”
“Me too so I can wake up to make my Insurance Daddy breakfast.”
He rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to,” I answer more seriously. I love doing things for Donovan.
“Okay. You know, my dad is bummed by the fact that I’m not a great cook,” he teases. “I took after my mom in that respect. He was always the one who made the meals for her, and now you do it for me.”
“You could do it. You just choose not to.”
We return to the living room, me taking a quick stop in the bathroom to wash my hands on the way. He sits down, and I lie with my head in his lap again. Donovan restarts the episode because we both missed most of it last time, and then…then his fingers automatically go to my head, scratching my scalp and running through my hair.
“Ooh! We forgot to look up kittens!” I shout.
“Shh. Tomorrow. We’ll cross that bridge then.”
He’s right. This feels too good to interrupt.
As we sit here together, watching the show, I’m so fucking thankful we’re still us, and like always, grateful that I’m lucky enough to have Donovan as my person.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Donovan
Me: Help! Emergency meeting of the Jilted Exes’ Club needed!
I’m in the breakroom at work and haven’t stopped thinking about last night all day. I feel secure in how Eric and I left things. We were fine last night and this morning, and he was his normal self too. We didn’t mention the incident, and he was goofy and my Eric. Still, my mind is spinning because I’m trying to make sense of the fact that not only did we get hard, but that Eric said we could jerk off together. But then I went to my bedroom alone and made myself come while thinking about him.