really invested.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Seems like it’s been doing some good things for his confidence.”
“All right,” Tex said. His voice was low, lower than usual, and his gaze was still fixed on me, almost curiously.
Despite the hum of the fan in the corner, the air between us felt thicker, heavier—too hot. I swallowed. I wanted his hands close to me again.
Tex cleared his throat and stepped back. “I’m gonna run a little bit. Just to cool down myself.”
“Right.” I ducked past him and beelined for the changing room, and then shut the door behind me and leaned back against it. It was a small space, with just six lockers picked up at a high school yard sale, a bathroom with a tiny shower, and a bench to sit down on. I sat down hard on the old wooden bench.
God. I was really out of control if just having him close to me was causing this kind of reaction.
I was hard—just from that. Just from having his hands hovering over my body, his breath in my ear, his green eyes watching me. Tex was everything I wanted, and I’d wanted it for so long. I’d been hoping that when I came back, the distance and new self-awareness would have balanced out my feelings—but somehow our time apart had stoked the embers of my desire into a forest fire.
In the weight room, under the squat bar, if I’d taken a step back—I would’ve pressed my ass into his hips. I couldn’t dispel the thought.
Generally, I tried to keep Tex out of my fantasies, though that wasn’t always possible, obviously—like that night after the beach when I’d first gotten out. Most of the time it just seemed like picking at a wound to ensure it’d never scab.
But sometimes, like now, when I got really riled up, I couldn’t stop myself.
I couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like to press my body against his without the weights. To feel his lean, muscular chest press against my back. His beard would scratch over my skin with each kiss he’d press to my neck and shoulder as his callused hands slid over my bare chest, my sides, my abs. And his cock—God, his cock. We weren’t shy with each other growing up, and so I was cursed with the knowledge that it was long, and thick, and uncut, and it’d be hard against my skin, dripping precum onto the skin of my lower back.
I bit back a groan and palmed my dick through my sweatpants. Just the pressure of the heel of my hand sent a spark of pleasure across my bones, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from making any noise.
I’d want to blow him. I’d always wanted to—dreamed about it, even. Imagined his hands in my hair, the weight of his cock in my mouth, the sounds he’d make. How he’d say my name.
I glanced at the door to the locker room. The treadmill hummed and Tex’s feet pounded rhythmically. I was so turned on, it was making me stupid. I knew that I shouldn’t, but I also knew that it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge, so I shoved my hand into my sweatpants and gripped my cock roughly.
My eyes flickered closed as I sunk into the fantasy. Tex’s hands would tangle in my hair as I was on my knees in front of him, and I’d look up at him; he’d smile behind that long red beard and give me that little eyebrow raise that meant, ‘You serious?’ and I’d give him one right back.
Then I’d let him fuck my mouth—slowly at first, so I could feel every hot inch of it, taste the precum, and get used the sensation. But then he’d see how comfortable I was—how much I liked doing it—and he’d pick up the pace. Maybe he’d even fuck into my throat, so I could bury my nose the fiery red hair surrounding the base of his cock, inhale the rich musky scent there.
My mouth was fucking watering.
I fisted my cock hard, and fast, twisting my wrist at the top, sending powerful, liquid waves of heat running through my body. If there was one thing I’d gotten good at in the joint besides weightlifting it was getting myself off quickly, when I bothered to try in there. It built low in my gut, a pressure between my hips, and I curled my body forward, breath catching as I jerked myself off faster.
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