The Tighthead (Lincoln Knights #1)

Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE

Mason

The golden rule when you catch your housemate jerking off is that you’re supposed to shut the door quietly, walk away, and never mention it again.

You’re not supposed to stare at them.

And you’re definitely not supposed to stand and watch…

But here I was, standing in the doorway of Ryan’s room, doorknob in hand and mouth wide open with my eyes fixed upon the way his hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock.

He was sat in the middle of his bed, propped up against a stack of pillows and wearing nothing except a large pair of neon green and black gaming headphones. His thick thighs were spread wide, one knee bent, his dark skin glistening with sweat from the sultry August heat and his eyes fixed on his laptop where a video of two guys fucking was playing in full HD .

I’d never watched any gay porn before, but I was suddenly very tempted to hunt the video down just so I could see what had Ryan so mesmerized.

That was new.

I’d never considered doing that before.

I tore my gaze away from his dick, trying to find something else to look at, but all I managed to do was drink in the rest of his body, with his wide thighs, gently rounded stomach, and soft pectorals. He’d filled out a little bit in the past few months since he’d moved in with Jonny and me, and it suited him. I’d always found softness and curves attractive, and up until about nine months ago, I’d been a hundred percent convinced I was straight.

Now that percentage was down to sixty-nine.

But now was not the time and place to debate my sexuality.

I blinked and swallowed, realising how dry my mouth was. How long had I been staring? If I couldn’t tell, it had been too long. The video had to be good if Ryan hadn’t realised I was here by now, which meant there was still time for me to duck out, close the door, and pretend I’d never been here. Then I could run down the landing to my room, lock my door, and take care of the inappropriate stiffy I’d popped while standing here.

“Are you gonna come in or just stand there?” Ryan turned his head towards me, a playful smirk dancing across his mouth. Apparently he had seen me, and my whole body stiffened like ghosts had just popped out of the bloody walls.

Fuck, fuck, fuck !

My face flooded with heat as I was hit with the urge to run as far and fast as my feet could carry me.

I was never going to live this down. Even if Ryan never brought it up again, the memory was going to be etched into my brain and I’d still be reliving it when I was eighty-five.

Shit. Fuck. Why wasn’t I moving?

Did my brain really want to torment me forever? Or had the amount of embarrassment activated some deep-seated fear response and frozen me in place? Because despite all my efforts to heave my feet off the floor, I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t even wiggle my toes.

It was like Ryan’s question had shut down all communication between my brain and my body, and all I got was a fucking access denied message flashing across my mind.

“I don’t mind either way,” Ryan continued, casually moving one of the headphone speakers off his ear and letting it rest against the side of his head. He was still casually smirking, and it made something hot twist in my stomach. “You’re more than welcome to come in, or you can leave and I promise I won’t say a word. But whatever you’re doing, can you at least close the door? Jonny and I aren’t this close yet. Although I’m not totally opposed to the idea of a circle jerk.”

“I… Er…” My attempts at words came out as nothing more than strangled sounds—half embarrassed screech and half groan. My brain had gone totally offline, but my body was apparently running on back-up power because I found myself stepping through the door and shutting it behind me .

What the fuck was I doing? This was a horrible idea.

A terrible, horrible, utterly ridiculous bad idea.

I was still going to do it. Because sometimes even the most sensible people needed to do stupid shit, like watching their smoking-hot housemate jerk off to gay porn.

The certainty of me being sure I was straight had dropped to below fifty percent.

“You can join me if you want,” Ryan said, casually stroking his dick as he watched me.

“I’m straight,” I blurted out, because yeah, that was the best thing to say in this situation. Christ on a bicycle, could I have been any more awkward?

Ryan raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in amusement, and I could practically hear his sarcastic Sure echoing in my ears despite the fact he hadn’t spoken. “You don’t have to touch me,” he said. “You can just jerk yourself off. Although you’ll need to provide your own porn because as beautiful as women are, they just don’t do it for me. Sorry.”

I let out another strangled noise, not even sure what I was trying to say. I’m fine felt like the farthest thing from the truth, and the way my erection was tenting my shorts was physical proof of my arousal. The rest of me was confused as fuck, but apparently my dick was fully on board with whatever was happening here.

“Or you can just watch,” Ryan said as he continued pumping his dick, swiping precum from the round mushroom head with his thumb. He winked at me and grinned as he added, “I’m not opposed to an audience. And you know I like performing.”

A broken groan forced its way out of my throat. Ryan was a drag queen and I’d seen him perform locally several times over the past nine months, and every performance had captivated me. He knew how to work an audience, how to own a stage so that it was impossible to look at anything but him in his latex bodysuit and thigh-high boots, his shaved head sparkling with glitter and his make-up so sharp it felt like it could cut me.

I’d thought him moving in with Jonny and me to fill the space left by our mate West, who’d moved out to live with his boyfriend, would have ruined the illusion but it had only added to my awe of Ryan’s skills. I’d seen him getting into drag with his make-up half done and padding taped to random places, and I’d seen him getting out of drag at two in the morning when his feet were sore and he was covered in sweat but still smiling. I’d even seen him washing his tights and latex in the bathroom, wandering around in brightly coloured boxers with his earbuds in and singing along to Beyoncé.

I was used to being around men in all states of undress because I played rugby union professionally and I’d spent years in changing rooms with guys who didn’t give a shit about being naked, but there was something about Ryan walking around in his boxers that had always felt different. I just couldn’t put my finger on why.

And seeing him now, naked and stretched out with his dick in hand, was making my stomach twist in all sorts of strange new ways.

Ryan moaned softly, his head tipping back as he began to jerk himself faster. He still had one headphone speaker over his ear, and from the other I heard the muffled sounds of slapping skin mixed with desperate groans as the two men on screen fucked harder. My cock throbbed in my shorts, reminding me how painfully aroused I was. I’d told myself I’d wait until I got back to my room to deal with it, but I didn’t know if I could wait that long.

Fuck it. If I was doing this, I might as well go all in. In for a penny, in for a pound.

I grabbed the loose waistband of my shorts and tugged them down over my dick, dragging my boxers with them. Ryan was still watching me and I saw something flash across his face as I reached for my cock. Was it hunger? Desire? Whatever it was, it was hot and made my dick jump in my hand.

I groaned as I wrapped my fingers around the heated shaft and started to jerk myself fast and hard. My eyes were locked on Ryan, flicking between the pleasure on his face and the way his hand moved over his dick.

I’d never thought about how fucking sexy it could be to watch another man get himself off, but I couldn’t get enough. The way he was stroking his cock, rubbing his thumb over the head to smear precum on his skin, and moving his other hand down to play with his balls, tugging them and rolling them between his fingers… Fuck, it was the hottest thing I’d seen in months.

“Mmm, fuck,” Ryan said with a soft moan and the sound reverberated through me. My balls tightened and I could feel my orgasm racing towards me, ready to tackle me to the floor. Christ, I really didn’t need to be thinking about rugby while I was getting off. That was crossing too many wires .

Ryan’s gaze rolled over to me and he smirked when he saw me staring. He bit his lip and groaned, panting as he worked his cock, his eyes never leaving mine. It should have felt awkward, staring at each other like this while jacking off, but it didn’t and that almost made it worse. I didn’t want to think about why, though. That was for later.

Or never.

Ryan gasped and bucked his hips into his hand as a deep moan slipped from his lips. I gasped as I watched thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock, painting his soft stomach with his release. Holy shit… had guys coming always been that sexy?

“Your turn,” Ryan said in a breathless voice that burrowed its way into my brain, ready to live there and replay itself over and over. “You can’t leave me hanging.”

“I… I… fuck!” I clamped my mouth shut and forced down the groan rising in my throat as I spilt cum across my hand, some of it splattering on the old beige carpet under my feet. At least the carpet was already stained from years of abuse, so a new stain wouldn’t be that noticeable.

My heart was pounding and I could hear the rush of blood in my ears. The last waves of my orgasm were still washing over me and it felt like I hadn’t come in years instead of the night before. I blinked and forced myself to focus, tearing my eyes away from the bed to look around the room, hoping it would bring me back to Earth.

Half of it seemed to be covered in Ryan’s drag stuff, and the new desk he’d brought with him had both a sewing machine and a monitor perched on it with various little anime figurines dotted around the base. There was a lava lamp on his bedside table and a small stack of large hardback books. The top one had a weird floating monster on the cover with yellow eyes and tentacles coming out of the top of it.

I didn’t think it was porn, although I knew Ryan owned at least one sexy manga because I’d seen a volume on the kitchen table when it’d arrived from Amazon. I hadn’t realised what it was at the time and I’d picked it up to flick through it.

It had definitely been eye-opening.

“Mmm, that was fun,” Ryan said as he removed his headphones, and I noticed the porn on his laptop had finished. He reached for the box of tissues on the bedside table and pulled a few out. Then he picked up the box and offered it to me. I forced myself to step forwards to grab a couple, even though my feet felt like lead. But I couldn’t exactly leave here covered in cum, even if my room was only at the other end of the landing. “Feel free to drop by again.”

I nodded as I stuffed the tissues into my hand and grabbed my shorts to tug them back up. I’d offer to come back tomorrow and clean the carpet. “Yeah, this was… Night!”

I turned tail and fled, slamming the door behind me and scuttling down the landing to my room, cum-covered tissues still in hand.

As soon as my own door was closed, I collapsed against it, sweat beading on my forehead and heart racing like I’d just gotten off the treadmill.

What the fuck had I done ?

My emotions swirled and I suddenly felt vaguely nauseous, but there was also a contented warmth bubbling through my muscles that reminded me of sinking into a hot bath.

I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to wait for the feeling to pass. But all I could see behind my eyelids was the face Ryan had made when he’d come.