Page 55 of Rookie Attraction

Only, there’s someone else I can’t stop thinking about: an auburn-haired, talkative rookie with a crooked nose and the cutest twin dimples I’ve ever seen.

Stop it.

I remind myself that Finn’s straight. Straight and out of bounds. And yet, my dick doesn’t care. Neither does my brain, or my heart, which picks up speed the moment I think about Finn. Tonight was different from our other conversations. We talked for hours and joked around but it was more than that; I couldn’t stop staring at him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this close to any friend. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, when I’m with Finn, I’m totally myself. And it doesn’t help that dinner felt more like a date than a meal between friends. When he touched my arm, I almost put my hand over his. Fuck, I wanted to lean over and taste his smile, and those dimples that should be illegal. I wanted to kiss the pink flush on his cheeks, not to mention every freckle on his vivid face. It was all I could do tonight to hold myself back from reaching for him.

It’s just you, and you’re acting a fool.

Which is why, at ten at night, I’m taking the coldest shower in the history of ever. Anything to calm my dick down. I’m too old to be crushing on someone. Especially someone I work with. I need to fight this attraction and put a stop to it.

Only, fantasy me has another agenda, and he decides to play this out with fantasy Finn.

Cock in hand, eyes closed, I jerk off under the spray, my body overheating despite the chill of the water. In my dream, Finn’s leaning against the tiles, naked, wet, and every inch of him is all mine, from his slick-backed hair to his freckle-kissed, heart-shaped lips, and all the way down that long, rangy body. Watching him on the treadmill today was so fucking distracting, I’m surprised I didn’t stumble and make an ass of myself. I don’t think he recognizes how hot he is, but in my feverish fantasy I’m determined to show him.

I’m on my knees, taking his thick cock in my mouth, sucking on the head and looking up to watch the gorgeous flush that spreads over Finn’s skin.

“Fuck, that’s it. Please, don’t stop,” Finn urges, licking his lips. “Oh God, Sel.”

I swallow him down my throat, all the way, until my nose hits his red pubes, and fuck his taste is addictive. I’m going to ruin him for anyone else.

Finn’s groan of pleasure is so clear in my mind that the real me strokes off like a man possessed.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Fuck, yes.”

“Sel!!”

What? That isn’t fantasy Finn shouting my name, it’s my real-life roommate outside the bathroom door.

“Hurry the fuck up, man, I gotta use the john!” Berg calls out. “It’s urgent!”

There goes my dream, and my erection…

“One sec!” I shout back. “Shit.”

I shut off the water, reach for a towel, and wrap it around my waist.

When I open the door and step out, Berg barges past me and slams it shut. Then I hear the awful sound of retching that tells me the captain ate something that didn’t agree with him.

Poor guy. I hope he’s okay.

I hear more painful noises coming from the bathroom and figure it’s going to be a long, loud night. Man, I can’t wait until I get my private room again. I’m not used to sharing space anymore. Not that I’d mind sharing it with Finn…

Jesus.

Forget about Finn! Go to sleep.

I stalk over to my bed, dry off, and slip under the sheets. Despite listening to my teammate vomiting his guts out, I’m still half hard, only I can’t do anything about it.

Think of something else.

Nope. My mind’s hung up on the fact that Finn’s only a few floors away. So fucking close, it’s torture. Does he feel this connection between us or am I the only one? What if this is all me?

Of course it’s all you. He’s never said anything about being queer or into guys. All he mentioned was his girlfriend, remember? You’re acting like the biggest idiot.

Which is why Berg’s interruption is for the best.

A door slams and I watch him stumble across the room and onto his bed.

“Don’t go in there,” he mutters. “I’ll clean it up in the morning.”