Chapter 9
Wes
I roll over in bed and stare at the wall. It’s white and blank. I really need a picture there or something. Maybe I can find a local artist. Something colorful. That’d be cool.
With a grunt, I kick off the covers, roll back onto my back, and let the fan cool me down. Why am I so fucking hot and sweaty?
I reach for my phone and check the time. It’s just after one in the morning. Great. I have to be up in four hours to go for a run before work.
I roll over onto my other side, tuck my hands under the pillow, and stare at my other blank wall. Jesus. Boring much?
I really need something to look at if I’m going to be fucking tossing and turning all night.
Rolling onto my back again, I groan, rubbing my face. I’m considering taking a sleeping pill, but if I do, I’ll be groggy all day, and I can forget that run.
You can forget the run anyway if you don’t sleep.
I close my eyes, and Jett intrudes behind my lids. He’s been there, living rent-free in my brain since that night we stroked each other in the elevator. My feelings are all over the place, but regret isn’t one of them, maybe because I’ve always been highly sexual.
Yeah, but not with a guy.
Not any guy, though. It’s Jett. The Jett. He went from a hometown hero to an asshole, to a man who fucking touched my dick. Twice. And I want more. Hell, I asked for more. Why? How? Does it matter? Apparently not. My dick sure doesn’t give a shit.
Hooking up with a guy was definitely not on my bingo card.
I slide my hand into my briefs and palm my cock. It quickly stirs to life as I envision Jett dropping to his knees.
We’re still in the elevator, and the sickly lighting does nothing to dampen how hot he looks.
His eyes are wide and blown black as he looks up at me, giving my length a few tugs. Unlike me, he knows exactly what he’s doing when he teases the tip with his tongue and then blows on it. My body shudders, and my skin breaks out in a swath of goosebumps.
‘Do you like me on my knees for you?’
I can only nod. My chest heaves and my heart races. Excitement moves through me, filling me.
I fucking need to get off… again. This is like the fourth time since the elevator.
I lift my ass and slide my underwear off, tossing them on the floor.
I fumble in the dark, seeking the handle of the drawer in the nightstand.
I finally manage to open it and take out the lube.
One squirt into my hand, and it’s right back on my cock.
I wrap my fingers around my shaft and languidly stroke. I savor the feel of my hand caressing my length. When my fantasy morphs into Jett swallowing my cock to the root, I move faster, tightening my grip.
‘Yeah, like that. More,’ I tell him.
I slide my thumb into his mouth as he bobs his head. His tongue caresses the tip of my cock and my finger. It’s smooth and warm.
His eyes haven’t left mine, which is fucking hot. His nearly black eyes tell me he wants this as much as I do.
His other hand roams and explores, moving across my thigh to my ass.
My hand is moving faster now. The wet, slapping noise fills the air. My body is burning in the best way. Pressure surrounds me. I pulse and leak.
When Jett slips his finger in my crease and rubs on my rim, I blow all over myself.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.
I stroke myself through the aftermath, small shocks coursing through my body.
I’ve had a lot of orgasms over the years, some more powerful than others, but when Jett gets me off? It’s on a whole other level. I know why. It’s just different. Probably.
The fan quickly cools the cum on my skin, and I shiver. I grab the wipes stashed in my nightstand and clean myself up. I toss them into the trash can near my bed, but they land on the floor.
Eh, I’ll deal with it in the morning.
I pull the covers over me now that I’m cold and roll onto my side again. When I yawn, I know I’ll finally get some sleep.
It’s been five days since I’ve seen Jett. Not since the now infamous elevator incident. Infamous because I can’t stop fucking thinking about Jared ‘Jett’ Cordier every single time I’m in there.
I’m in the locker room after an especially long run. 8k. It did wonders clearing my head, but not so much for my body. I haven’t run that far since undergrad. My legs are shaky and weak, but the pain will kick in soon.
Before a shower, I chug some tart cherry juice to reduce muscle pain, then have a protein shake to replenish amino acids.
I yank off my soaked T-shirt, then my running shorts, and shove them into a plastic bag, leaving me in my underwear. I zip it up so they don’t stink up my gym bag.
“Hey,” says a tentative voice behind me. A voice that even my nuts recognize. I look down at said nuts and internally scold them to behave.
I turn around just as Jett removes his tank top. He keeps his eyes averted, his body stiff in an ‘I’m seriously feeling awkward right now’ way.
“Hey,” I say back.
Is he standoffish because he’s changed his mind? Doesn’t he want more from me after all? I hope not. My stomach dips at the thought. Yep, I’m totally on board with whatever this is between us.
I lean against the locker and fold my arms, doing my best to appear nonchalant. “Have you been avoiding me? We go one week of bumping constantly into each other and the following week, not a peep.”
He glances at me under thick lashes. Where did that dominance and confidence go?
Jett stands straight and rubs his neck. “Yeah, I ah, have been busy. Spent some time at my sister’s.”
“Ah, the one with the kids and the drawing? So, you’re not avoiding me?”
He gives me a slight shrug. “Maybe a little.”
Those dark eyes scan me up and down, then land right on my chest before he averts them again.
Instead of feeling disappointed that he’s been ignoring me, I focus more on his body language rather than his words. I really want to test those waters.
He tips his head back as he chugs water, his Adam’s apple moving rhythmically in his thick and corded neck. Beads of sweat glitter on his forehead, some coming together to form rivulets. Scruff dusts his jaw and chin. I can’t fucking take my eyes off him.
I amble over to him and stand behind him. I press my body against his back, pushing him against the locker.
His body freezes. “Wha… what are you doing?”
“Taking a risk.”
I press my nose to his neck and breathe him in. Vanilla and amber invade my senses, mingling with fresh, clean sweat. I bet he’s all salty. The thought makes my mouth water.
“I still want to see where this goes,” I whisper in his ear.
I up my game by nipping on his earlobe. His body stays tense, but he can’t hide the shudder that courses through him.
“Oh, like that, do we?” I nip his lobe again.
“I want to touch you. Can I?” When he nods, I add, “It’s more than you gave me. ”
“Wes, I… I’m…”
“It’s okay. I forgive you. Will you let me touch you?”
Jett glances to either side of him before nodding and resting his forehead on the locker door. “I, uhm… It’s been a while for me. Fooling around like this is… kind of new… ish.”
“And it’s my first time with a dude, period.”
“If you don’t… or can’t…”
It’s odd to see Jett so submissive and a little uncertain. I reflect on my granddad’s words, that maybe something happened to him, so I’m starting to have misgivings about this.
When I ease away, he leans back against me. “Touch me. Please.”
I can get down with this. Dominant Jett. Submissive Jett. I’ll take both, please.
I lean back on him and swipe my tongue along the shell of his ear. His body trembles, and my cock hardens against his ass, bringing all sorts of naughty thoughts into my brain.
It takes a lot of willpower to shut out the fangirling that I’ve got Jett fucking Cordier trembling against me. It’s pretty wild.
“Are you hard for me?” I ask.
“Yes…” His answer is just a breath.
I reach toward his front and cup him. He’s hot and thick against my palm. Maybe this should freak me out, but it doesn’t. I’ll worry about it later. First, it’s time to get him to come for me.
I slip my fingers into the band of his shorts and jockstrap. “Is it still a yes, Jett?”
He gives me a curt nod.
My fingers slide all the way in and wrap around his thick length. He pulses in my palm. I run my free hand over his smooth skin and tweak his nipple. He hisses, and his cock burns hotter.
“You like a little nipple play, too?” I ask. One of my favorite things is learning what turns my partner on.
“Yeah, I—”
The sound of someone coming into the locker room has us instantly separating.
No way am I fucking done with him. I yank on his hand, grab my bag of toiletries, and tug him into a shower stall.
After closing the curtain, I turn on the water.
It’s cold at first, but it quickly warms up.
Our clothes get soaked, but I can’t give two shits.
Jett leans against the tiles, his eyes wide, his cock still punching through the thin fabric of his shorts.
I press my finger to my lips to make sure we stay quiet and step right up to him, then I grab his neck and pull him into a kiss.
He reaches for my hips, now getting with the program, and yanks me against him.
The kiss is messy and sloppy, our tongues hungry and exploring.
Our teeth clash as we struggle for dominance, clawing at each other.
His taste explodes on my tongue, and something ignites in my brain. I need more.
It’s risky to fool around in a public space, especially at your workplace, but I’m solely focused on Jett. I’m way past the point where I can stop myself.
Without pulling away from our kiss, I tug at his shorts and jockstrap, pulling them down enough to free his cock.
Part of me wants to fall to my knees and suck him down, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Especially here and now, but I’m not ruling out anything sexual.
We break apart our kiss, and I bury my face against his neck, swiping my tongue along his ear again as I rapidly stroke him off. His cock is slick, from the water and the stickiness leaking from his cockhead.
“I’m going to make you fucking come,” I whisper, so fucking into it, into him.
His breath hitches, and he closes his eyes, resting his head against the tiles. “Please.”
“One day I’m going to suck this beauty down.”
“Jesus, your mouth…”
His fingers dig deep into my hips as he thrusts in my hand. While I nip and bite the salty skin on his throat, my other hand fondles his nuts, gently tugging on them. When he lets out a groan, I wince and rush to cover his mouth.
“Shhh… bad boy,” I tease.
He cracks an eye open and raises a brow. I stifle a laugh, stroking him harder and faster as I smother any protests with another kiss.
I can tell he’s getting close by the way his body relaxes, and his breathing picks up. His cock pulses in my hand, hot and hard. Soon, thick, steamy cum covers my hand, and I swallow all his groans.
I’m about to explode at the sight of him and the sounds he makes. We need to hurry, so I yank down my underwear and rapidly pump, aiming my cock at him. He’s still holding onto my hips, watching me get off through hooded lids.
“I can do that,” he says quietly.
“I got it.”
It doesn’t take me long to come. I spatter his thighs and cock. Jett’s gaze drops to his stomach, then he swipes some up with his thumb and brings it to his lips. I’m transfixed, staring at him as he sucks on it.
“Hot,” I say.
A small smile tugs at his lips, then he pulls his thumb from his mouth. Finding his footing finally, he grabs my neck and pulls me into another kiss, and I taste myself on his tongue. It’s new and strange, but I kiss him back, sucking on his tongue.
“Extra hot,” I say when we come up for air. Jett looks dazed, then a flicker of uncertainty is back in his eyes. I can’t fucking have that. “Let’s get cleaned up and grab some coffee and breakfast before we have to start work.”
He avoids my gaze, but nods. “Yeah, okay.”
“Yeah? Gotta admit, I wasn’t sure you’d agree.”
“I… uhm. I want to.”
I beam at him and strip out of my soaked underwear, tossing them to the ground. Jett scans my entire body as I dunk my head under the steaming water.
Since he’s not getting naked, I bend down and yank off the rest of his clothes. When I stand, I say, “Oh, and no more avoiding me. I meant what I said. I want more, Jett.”
His eyes are wide, scanning me for lies or a possible freakout, I guess. Understandably, he’s cautious about hooking up with the straight dude. Or now, not so straight, I guess.
After we’re clean, Jett leaves the shower first, then I follow a few minutes later.
The locker room is getting crowded with the morning athletes coming in.
Jett and I keep glancing at each other, but we say nothing.
Once we’re dressed and ready, we leave together to have some breakfast. I think it’s time to get to know my childhood hero.