the night away.
He could still feel Gil's hands squeezing his
hips, pulling him close, trailing a hot path along his
groin, even after he stripped and showered. Gil
had been right; he'd never turned a sure thing away.
He'd enjoyed casual fuck-buddy hookups in Deli's
bathroom more than once. Gil was always good
for a quick rub 'n' tug in the stalls, and the man sure
knew how to use his hands.
Ash's cock started to respond to the thought of
the way Gil jerked him off. But something just
didn't feel right about it. Gil was always hot and
ready, and Ash wasn't exactly a virgin, but the
memory didn't affect him the way it might have in
the past. Now, if it had been Fee's hands on Ash's
groin, Fee's body covering his back, urging him to
a secluded corner, that would have been a different
story. Ash would have led the way and plowed
over anyone in their path.
Just the idea of Fee pressing against him in the
dark made Ash's cock twitch. He rubbed it,
imagining Fee's hands, the soft palms hot against
his dick, the calloused fingers wrapped around his
shaft. His dick hardened under his hand, straining
against the fabric of his Superman briefs. Ash
glanced at the door to make sure he'd closed it.
Then he slipped the material down his legs and
kicked it off the end of the bed. He planted one
foot on the mattress and reached down to cup his
balls. His erection rubbed against his wrist as he
toyed with himself, brushing a finger over his hole.
He pictured Fee's face as he wrapped his free
hand around his hard cock. Precum dribbled out
his slit, easing the way for his fist as he pumped
hard. He pulled in long strokes, up, cupping the
head, twisting the foreskin over it, then pulling
back down to the root. He spit on his hand and
worked around his hole a little more and
considered digging out the lube and plug from the
bottom drawer of his nightstand, but he'd worked
up to the perfect rhythm: stroke, twist, pull,
imagining how it would feel to do this if Fee were
there, watching from across the room.
Ash's fist traveled up and down his cock faster,
letting the fantasy take over, thinking about Fee.
Dark eyes blown wide with lust, his breath
increasing as Ash got closer to the edge. He tried
to slow down, but he was too close. His balls
tightened under his hand, and he came, spilling
over his fist and crying Fee's name. He kept
pumping and imagined Fee leaning over him. The
hairs on the side of his neck stood up and a chill
shot down his spine, making him shudder and
break out in goose bumps. His body jerked and his
back arched as he gave himself a few more tugs.
"Fee," he whispered as he rolled over and
wiped his hand on the far side of his sheet before
he settled on his back.
3.3
"What do you think of this?" Ash held a shirt up
to his neck.
"Seriously, Ash. You can't crash his birthday
party," Carley said.
"I'm just visiting my brother. What's wrong with
that? How about this one?"
"Other than stalking the poor man?"
"I'm not stalking him." Ash pulled a pair of
shorts out of the dresser and held them up. He put
them against his waist and turned toward Carley.
"You've emailed him, harassed his coworkers,
and forced your way into his hobby. Does any of
this seem out of line to you?"
Ash looked at Carley. "I just asked Mari about
him. I wanted to check on his hand. And apologize
for crashing his meeting."
"You keep telling yourself that." Carley crossed
his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
"Wait till you meet him."
"After what happened at his meeting? He sounds
like an asshole."
"It was mostly that Donovan guy, not him. And I
did kind of try to bullshit my way through it."
"And you said he acted like he wasn't interested.
So why not just drop it?"
Ash looked at his reflection and shook his head.
"I don't know, but there's something about him."
"There's something about the all the guys you
hook up with. And God, no, not those." Carley
pulled the
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