Authors: Barbara Westbrook
wants and expects from you. What about what
you
want?
Doesn’t that matter?” He smiled again. “No one is asking you
to march in any gay pride parades or anything like that, but
lying to yourself isn’t exactly healthy either. You told me that
first day we met that you didn’t have a girlfriend. Why is
that? You’re a very attractive man.”
Chad’s gaze flew back up to his face, and Adam
chuckled. “What? You don’t like me saying I find you
attractive? I do. I think you’re one of the most attractive men
I’ve ever met.”
Surprised at how warm that made him feel, he smiled.
“I-uh-I guess that’s okay. Flattering… and to answer your
question, I don’t know why I don’t have a girlfriend exactly.
Of course, I’ve dated a lot, but I work a lot of strange hours,
for one thing. It’s hard to fit a steady relationship in, you
know? Besides I haven’t found anyone I really like, I guess.”
“Because what you really like are men.”
The statement wasn’t loud or pushy or sarcastic. It
was just a quiet affirmation, because it wasn’t a question at
all. Chad opened his mouth to say something and put him in
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his place, but then he looked into Adam’s eyes. The
expression in them was so calm, so accepting. No mockery.
No judgment. Instead of the harsh answer that sprang to his
lips, he swallowed hard and simply said, “Yeah, maybe.”
Adam’s gaze dropped. “Is that something you’d like to
explore?”
Surprised, even a little shocked, Chad stood up
restlessly and paced to the window, looking out to see if he
could see any of the surveillance people around. Of course,
he couldn’t, if they were doing their jobs correctly, and he
knew he was only buying time before he answered. He was
hyper-aware of Adam waiting patiently for him to decide.
Finally, he found his voice and turned to answer. “No. No, I
can’t.”
Adam simply nodded. “All right.” Was that a look of
disappointment in Adam’s eyes? If it was, it was gone too
quickly for him to be sure. Adam stood up and stretched.
“This is a great deal for you to take in at once. Take some
time to think about it.”
“Yeah, okay, so I might go home for a while. Check on
my apartment and stuff. I’ll probably be late. I can use my
key to get back in later tonight. Maybe a break would help.
See you in the morning.”
“Afternoon more than likely. I leave quite early, and my
first class starts at ten. I’ll be on campus tomorrow until
around three. You can work from here all morning, if you
like. Or come and go as you please. It would help establish
our cover. Then I’ll see you when I get in around three
o’clock.”
“Okay, and…thanks for everything you did last night
and for talking to me about…all of this.”
The barest hint of a smile turned up the corners of his
mouth. “My pleasure, Chad. See you tomorrow.”
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On the ride home to his apartment, Chad went over
every word he and Adam had spoken to each other, as well
as every glance, every nuance of expression. He slammed his
hand down on the steering wheel. Why couldn’t he admit he
was attracted to the man? Adam had practically given him
an engraved invitation, damn it, and still Chad lied and told
him he wasn’t interested in exploring the attraction and not
just because of the kink aspect. Some of that actually
intrigued him. Snatches of memory from the night before
kept flickering through his brain as well. He didn’t even want
to think about what it meant that they were coming back
more frequently as the day wore on, giving him a painful
erection, not only with what had happened but how he’d
thought and reacted while it was coming down.
He didn’t want to think any more, either, that while
admitting to someone else he was probably gay, he had
admitted it to himself. The mere thought seeping into his
head almost made him swerve off the road. Not gay, really.
More like bi, though he hadn’t been interested in a woman in
far too long. At the moment it wasn’t any woman he’d been
with or knew springing to mind. All he could see in his head
was a pair of warm, brown eyes staring back at him.
Everything about Adam Morrison was attractive to
him, his eyes and the little bit of wave in his hair he
probably tried to straighten with a hairdryer. Chad had
noticed it though, at breakfast that morning. Even though
he’d been upset and shouting, he still noticed every detail of
Adam’s appearance. Especially his body and the way his ass
and his package filled those faded tight jeans.
Oh, God, I am so fucked.
Before he reached home his hands started shaking. He
nearly ran inside, seeking refuge from his thoughts. They
followed him, nagging at him as he checked everything
methodically. Everything was fine. No longer than he’d been
gone there was no reason for it not to be. He rummaged
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through the freezer for something to eat and found pizza
rolls. He popped those in the microwave to heat and grabbed
a can of cola. Plopped in front of the television to eat, he
flipped through the channels. Finding a sci-fi channel, he
settled down to watch, but after sitting through an entire
movie, he had no idea what it was about, unable to
concentrate.
The pizza rolls gave him indigestion, and he thought
about what Adam would say if he knew what he’d had for
lunch. The way Adam ate he probably wouldn’t approve of
frozen pizza rolls. At least Chad knew now what a fucking
frittata was. Adam probably wouldn’t approve of the cola
either. All he ever drank with meals was water.
Fuck!
Since when did Adam Morrison approving or
disapproving of what he ate or drank matter? Where did the
thought even come from?
He put his dish in the dishwasher and can in the
recycling bin. Looking for something to do, he wandered
restlessly back to the living room, craving something he
couldn’t put a name to. Why couldn’t he admit to Adam he
wanted to know what sex between two men would be like?
Would that have made it too real? Thinking about men,
browsing through websites kept it at a distance, easy to
mark it off as simply curiosity, a sinful thrill, telling himself
probably every man did the same thing. Not so easy looking
into Adam’s eyes or lying naked across his lap, his cock
squeezed between strong thigh muscles—
Fuck!
An erection,
immediate and big, had him shooting to his feet to adjust
himself.
He stomped into the bathroom, stripping off his
clothes, and got into the shower. Adjusting the temperature
as cold as he could stand it, he stood there waiting for the
damn hard-on to go down. It didn’t. All he could think about
was those rhythmic slaps on his ass, with his dick between
Adam’s strong thighs. Hand to his aching cock, he leaned his
forehead against the tiles. Adam’s voice in his head kept
saying wicked, embarrassing things to him, like “Sweet boy,
take the rest of your spanking…come for me, baby.” With a
groan, Chad shot off so hard he slumped against the wall
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and had to brace his feet to keep them from slipping out
from under him.
Cold water beat down on him for five more minutes
before he felt recovered enough to turn off the useless stream
and climb out of the shower. Dried off and sitting on the side
of the bed, he ran his hands through his damp hair. Maybe
he needed to experiment with being gay. Really face it for
once and find out the truth about himself. Maybe it was only
a fantasy and wouldn’t be anything he wanted if he actually
experienced it. A hand job or a blow job wouldn’t be so
awful, would it? He could go to one of those bars and pick
somebody up. See if they were interested in a one-off.
Actually, it would take some of the tension off him with
Adam.
Adam was helping with the investigation and anything
to do with him outside of the job was totally inappropriate.
Sure, what happened the night before had happened.
Nothing he could do about it, except not repeat the mistake
and not even think about how attractive he found the
professor to be. No, he had to find some anonymous man
and just explore this thing. Nobody had to know. No time
like the present.
Not stalling a minute longer, he pulling out a pair of
dark jeans and a T-shirt that had shrunk a little in the
wash. Too tight, it really clung to his body like a second skin.
He didn’t put on any underwear, feeling bold and only a little
embarrassed. Studying himself in the mirror, he thought he
looked okay and ran his hands through his hair to smooth it
down. Grabbing his car keys, he went out to his car before
he could think about this thing too hard and talk himself out
of it. He knew of a gay bar on the east side of town and
headed his car in that direction. He was doing this, and now
that it was actually going to happen, excitement built.
He reached the club in only a few minutes, and the
parking lot was only half full. Determinedly, he got out of the
car and went inside. The music was loud, and the room dark
enough it took a second or two for his eyes to adjust. He
went over to the bar and ordered a beer, with a shot chaser,
adrenaline pumping through his veins.
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His jeans got tight again at the idea of why he was
there. Damn, he needed a drink and another orgasm bad. He
downed three beers and more shots and pretty soon felt no
pain at all. He was cruised hard by several guys as the
evening wore on, but they didn’t feel right to him. He turned
them down. Into his fourth beer it dawned on him that the
reason none of the men were right was because none of them
were Adam.
Damn it. He slammed his mug down on the bar and a
soft voice beside him said, “Be careful or you’ll spill it. Beer’s
too expensive in this place to waste a drop.”
He turned to find a tall young guy sitting beside him.
Chad had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even
noticed him slipping onto the stool beside him. He was
probably a student, but looked to be old enough. He
wondered how old he was and wasn’t aware he’d said the
words out loud until the boy next to him laughed and said,
“I’m twenty-two. How old are you?”
“Old enough to know better,” he said softly. He looked
the young man up and down. He was about the right size,
and his hair was almost the right color, that soft shade of
brown. He angled his body toward him. The young man ran
his hand up Chad’s thigh, and Chad didn’t pull away. He
finished his shot and let his gaze roam over the guy,
wondering just how to approach him for sex. Where would
they go? Back to his car, maybe? He didn’t have to worry for
long.
The young man took his hand and pulled. “Let’s go to
the back room. I can give you what you need.”
Without a word, Chad slipped off the stool and
followed him to a dark room in the back. This guy was
making the decisions for him, making everything easier, and
already his cock was responding. With the other guy
directing things, it took some of the pressure off him, right?
Another couple had made it there before them, but that
didn’t seem to matter to his companion. He pushed Chad
against the wall and slid to his knees, his hands busy at the
zipper of Chad’s jeans. He pulled him out and deep-throated
him like a pro, and all Chad could do was grab onto his head
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and hold on for the ride. He threaded his fingers through the
man’s hair and leaned back against the wall, just letting the
sensations of the guy’s talented tongue and mouth take over
everything.
This was definitely the way to go, an anonymous blow
job with a talented tongue, no connections and no
relationship to be made. Hell, he didn’t even know the guy’s
name. He didn’t have to worry about some man calling him