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Sa belle amante pleure et ne vit que pour lui.
“Sir?” He gritted the words out—clear desperation in his voice. He’d released his nipple and was biting on his finger. All the while still strokinghimself.
The temptation was to just continue to edge him. Forever, given how long snow in Buffalo would last. I held my cock firmly in my grasp. “Come, Jack. As if I were there and you were sucking my cock and I was letting you come. So do it?—”
He went off like a geyser. His body stiffened, he let out a guttural moan, and then he was coming. Hard. I couldn’t see the jizz, but watching his body was a thing of beauty. As he panted. As he worked his way through the orgasm.
“You’re a good boy, Jack.”I think I might love you. I’d do anything to be with you. “Are you my good boy, Jack?”
“Yes, Sir.” He gulped air. “Thank you for letting me come.”
I chuckled. “Clean yourself up and go straight to bed. I suspect you’ll sleep tonight. Be a good boy?—”
The click of the lock sounded, and then the door swooshed open. The shock was so great that I released my cock—who wasn’t particularly happy at this turn of events.
Upon meeting Hairs’s gaze, though, all thoughts of erections and happy endings fled.
He arched an eyebrow. “Who is agood boy?”
Jack’s breaths were still harsh in my ears and, of course, he couldn’t hear Hairs. “Gotta go.” I disconnected the call. “My friend. He won his hockey game tonight.”
“Your Toronto friend? I thought you said he didn’t play anymore.”
Great. Now you pay attention? Fucking brilliant.“Another friend.”
He let the door swish shut. “Oh. I didn’t realize you had more than one. Russian porn is amazing. You should see thosepositions. I wanted tojackoff.” After giving me one very long look, he headed into the bathroom.
Panic surged in me.
Jack
Everything okay?
I didn’t answer. Instead, I powered down my phone, removed my earbuds, and turned off my bedside lamp.
Hairs was asleep long before I finally drifted off.
CHAPTER 17
JACK
Sanjay lived in Seattle, so after practice our first day back in town, I drove over the border to meet him in Mount Vernon, which was roughly halfway. He’d recommended a coffee shop that he knew was queer-friendly. I hadn’t thought that would be an issue—wasn’t Washington a heavily blue state?
“Oh, I wish,” he’d said over FaceTime last night. “King County is a bright-blue dot in averyred state. Even some of Snohomish County is blue, but once you’re north of Marysville…” He’d grimaced and shaken his head.
As I’d driven today, I saw some flags and bumper stickers that made me believe him. So, yeah, lesson learned—even here, I had to be careful where I was meeting a man for a date.
The coffee shop was in a little strip mall between a boutique and a florist shop. It had a bit of a hipster-meets-rustic vibe, with customers tapping away at laptops on burlwood tables with mismatched thrift store chairs. Instead of trendy cups and bougie collectibles, they sold handmade pottery and framed paintings from local artists alongside bags of ethically-sourced sustainable coffee. The case was full of pastries from anearby bakery, as well as some made on site, and they had the usual wide range of coffees and teas.
And beneath the menu was a framed rainbow flag with the wordsEveryone is Welcome.
“Jack?” A now-familiar voice turned my head, and when I looked, there was Sanjay. He was even cuter in person, and that wicked smile… fuck me.
I smiled back nervously and extended my hand. “Sanjay. Hi.”
He shook my hand firmly. “It’s great to meet you.”
“Likewise. Sorry it took a little extra time.”
