21. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
T hey passed each other in the corridor between the pig and cow sections. Only the corridor had gotten narrower, so narrow its wooden slat walls pressed tight, and they had to brush against each other, chest to chest, in order to pass.
Heat flared like a supernova—intense, overwhelming. Jon pushed Elijah into the wall and rubbed against him, hard.
Elijah's big brown eyes glazed with lust, his pretty mouth parted, a moan filling Jon's ears in a clarion call of need.
They kissed, deep and desperate. The air, the whole world, vibrated with pleasure and want. Jon's hand was inside Elijah's pants, gripping a rock-hard cock. It felt so damn good. Or was Elijah's hand inside his pants?
Jon felt the grip around his shaft, the tug tug motion sending shivers of delight spiraling through him like a whirlpool, sucking him down, bringing him closer and closer.
He awoke as the orgasm ripped through him, aching and pulsing. He writhed until the spasms faded, then lay there breathing deeply, shuddering with the intensity of it. What the hell? He threw back the covers and did his best to clean up the mess.
Damn, he hadn't had a wet dream in…. Well, probably not since high school. It took him a moment to remember what it was about. Elijah. He'd been making out with Elijah. God damn! That little talk in the meditation garden yesterday had been a mistake.
But Jon found he couldn't be too upset about it. Maybe it was the lingering feel-good hormones in his system, but it had only been a dream after all. Totally random. And it’d felt amazing. In fact, his balls still tingled pleasantly. He hadn't felt much of anything there for two years, so he was relieved, truth be told. A man without his mojo wasn't much of a man, and he was tired of feeling gelded.
He got up to remove his damp boxers, and he glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror. His cock was still half hard and bobbing, as if hoping for an encore. He placed his arms behind his head and stood there, naked, his wiry body flushed from orgasm.
He wondered—if Elijah were to look at him now with that uncanny gaze of his, would still see a dead zone around his groin?
But Jon was pretty sure he knew the answer. The sleeping giant awakes.
He snorted at himself. Metaphorical giant, of course. He wasn't that vain.