"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Is that for me? he wanted to ask.

For a split second, he thought it might be, but then how arrogant was that? The guy had just finished giving a speech about how the two of them were nothing but hourly wagers working side by side on vats of trans fat. Then Blay shows up with an arousal the size of a crowbarтАФand the first thing to come to his mind was it could, possibly, maybe, sort of, kind ofтАжbe for him?

What a prick he was.

And PS, what the hell would he do if he suddenly found himself in a parallel universe, with Blay pulling a hey-how-тАЩbouta in that department?

Of course he wanted the guy.

For fuckтАЩs sake, heтАЩd always wanted himтАФto the point where he had to wonder how much of that pushing-away thing that heтАЩd done тАЬfor BlayтАЩs benefitтАЭ hadnтАЩt really been for his own.

Pondering that one, he noticed the glass down by the guyтАЩs feet. Ah, alcohol was involvedтАФhe sincerely doubted the dark inch in that squat glass was Coca-Cola.

Shit, for all he knew, Saxton had just texted him a crotch shot and a half, and that was the cause of all that erection.

And wasnтАЩt that a deflator.

Your cousin is giving me what I need all day long, every day.

тАЬYou got something else to say to me?тАЭ Qhuinn asked harshly.

Blay shook his head back and forth once.

Qhuinn frowned. Blay was not a hotheadтАФnever had been, and that was part of the reason that, for the longest time, theyтАЩd been so tight. Balance and all that crap. At the moment, however, the guy seemed like he was a thin inch from losing it.

Trouble in paradise between the happy couple?

Nah, they were too good together.

тАЬOkay.тАЭ Man, the idea of hanging around here while Blay amped up for another session with Saxton the Magnificent was untenable. тАЬIтАЩll see you later.тАЭ

As he walked by, he felt BlayтАЩs eyes on himтАФbut they werenтАЩt on the level of his face. At least, it didnтАЩt seem like it.

What the fuck was going on here?

Pushing out into the hall, he paused to double-check that the concrete walls werenтАЩt melting and that he didnтАЩt suddenly have fish for hands or something. Neither were true, but a trippy sense of unreality dogged him as he went down to the locker room. A shower was mandatory; he was covered in sweat, and as much as the doggen loved a good mess, he wasnтАЩt about to give them more work just because heтАЩd tried to kill himself in the gymтАФ

Hard. Aroused. Ready for sex.

As that image of Blay battered around the inside of his skull, he closed his eyes, and then hit the door into the land of tile and water fixtures. He intended to go over to the showers directly, but ended up stalling out in the front half of the room, where the lockers were stacked in orderly rows and the benches ran down the middle of the aisles.

Parking it, he unlaced his Nikes, kicked them off, and peeled his socks free.

Totally fucking aroused.

Blay had been out of his mind for it.

For some reason, QhuinnтАЩs last two sexual encounters popped into his head. There had been that redheaded guy at the Iron MaskтАФthe one heтАЩd seduced and fucked in the bathroom. HeтАЩd picked the random out of the crowd for that one defining physical characteristic, and naturally the sesh had done nothing extraordinary for him. Then again, it had been like wanting Herradura, and putting ginger ale down your throat.