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

And then there had been the stuff with LaylaтАФwhich had been nothing but a physically demanding job, like digging a trench or building a wallтАж.

God, he felt like a louse for thinking like thatтАФand he meant no disrespect to the Chosen. But at least it was fairly clear she was of a similar mind.

That was it for the last year. Just those two.

Nearly twelve months of nothing, and he hadnтАЩt been jerking off, either. He just wasnтАЩt interested in anything, like his balls had gone into hibernation.

Funny, right after his transition heтАЩd banged anything with two legs and a beating heart, and as he struggled to remember some of those many facesтАФGod knew he hadnтАЩt bothered to get names a lot of the timeтАФan uncomfortable feeling tightened his gut.

All that anonymous, nameless, faceless fuckingтАжin front of Blay. Always with the guy, come to think of it. At the time, it had felt like a buddy/buddy kind of situation, but now he wondered.

Yeah, screw that. He knew what it had been about.

He was such a pussy, wasnтАЩt he.

Getting to his feet, he stripped naked and let his wifebeater and his b-ball shorts flop onto the bench in a wet mess. Walking to the shower room, he picked one of the showerheads at random, cranked the thing on, and stepped under the spray. The water was nut-shrinking cold, but he didnтАЩt care. He faced the onslaught, shutting his lids and opening his mouth.

That redhead in the club almost a year ago? When heтАЩd been seducing the guy into the loo, it had been Blay in his mind the whole time.

It was Blay whoтАЩd heтАЩd pushed back against the sink and kissed hard. BlayтАЩs cock heтАЩd sucked off, and BlayтАЩs body heтАЩd taken from behind andтАФ

тАЬFor the loveтАжтАЭ he groaned.

From out of nowhere, the image of his old friend sitting on the machine just now, his knees wide, his cock straining against the oh-so-thin material of those shorts entered his mind and shot down his spine, going straight between his legs. With a curse, he sagged and had to put a hand out on the slick tile.

тАЬOhтАжfuckтАжтАЭ

Leaning in, he rested his forehead on his arm and tried to concentrate on the feel of the water hitting the nape of his neck.

Not even close.

All he was aware of was the heartbeat in his cock.

Well, that and a ringing fantasy of him dropping to his knees and pressing in between BlayтАЩs open thighs, licking his way into that mouthтАжwhile burrowing under the waistband of those shorts and starting to give the guy a hand job he would never fucking forget.

Among so many other things.

Turning around to face away from the spray, Qhuinn pushed his hands into his hair, sluicing it back, arching his spine.

He could feel his cock sticking straight out from his hips, begging for attention.

But he wasnтАЩt going to do anything about it. Blay deserved better than that somehowтАФyeah, it didnтАЩt make sense, but it just felt nasty to be jerking off in the shower over the guyтАЩs arousal about someone else.

Hell, the guyтАЩs partner.

QhuinnтАЩs own cousin, for chrissakes.

As his erection just hung out there, unfazed by that logic, he knew it was going to be a long frickinтАЩ day.