either. He just wasn't interested in anything, like his balls had gone into hibernation.
Funny, right after his transition he'd banged anything with two legs and a beating heart, and as he struggled to remember some of those many faces - God knew he hadn't bothered to get names a lot of the time - an uncomfortable feeling tightened his gut.
All that anonymous, nameless, faceless fucking...in front of Blay. Always with the guy, come to think of it. At the time, it had felt like a buddy/buddy kind of situation, but now he wondered.
Yeah, screw that. He knew what it had been about.
He was such a pussy, wasn't he.
Getting to his feet, he stripped naked and let his wifebeater and his b-ball shorts flop onto the bench in a wet mess. Walking to the shower room, he picked one of the showerheads at random, cranked the thing on, and stepped under the spray. The water was nut-shrinking cold, but he didn't care. He faced the onslaught, shutting his lids and opening his mouth.
That redhead in the club almost a year ago? When he'd been seducing the guy into the loo, it had been Blay in his mind the whole time.
It was Blay who'd he'd pushed back against the sink and kissed hard. Blay's cock he'd sucked off, and Blay's body he'd taken from behind and -
"For the love..." he groaned.
From out of nowhere, the image of his old friend sitting on the machine just now, his knees wide, his cock straining against the oh-so-thin material of those shorts entered his mind and shot down his spine, going straight between his legs. With a curse, he sagged and had to put a hand out on the slick tile.
"Oh...fuck..."
Leaning in, he rested his forehead on his arm and tried to concentrate on the feel of the water hitting the nape of his neck.
Not even close.
All he was aware of was the heartbeat in his cock.
Well, that and a ringing fantasy of him dropping to his knees and pressing in between Blay's open thighs, licking his way into that mouth...while burrowing under the waistband of those shorts and starting to give the guy a hand job he would never fucking forget.
Among so many other things.
Turning around to face away from the spray, Qhuinn pushed his hands into his hair, sluicing it back, arching his spine.
He could feel his cock sticking straight out from his hips, begging for attention.
But he wasn't going to do anything about it. Blay deserved better than that somehow - yeah, it didn't make sense, but it just felt nasty to be jerking off in the shower over the guy's arousal about someone else.
Hell, the guy's partner.
Qhuinn's own cousin, for chrissakes.
As his erection just hung out there, unfazed by that logic, he knew it was going to be a long frickin' day.
Chapter Eleven
Blay dropped his head with a curse as the weight room door eased shut. And of course, from that vantage point, all he could see was his cock.
Which did not help.
Shifting his eyes back up, he stared across at the chin-up bar, and knew he had to do something. Sitting here half-drunk with a party in his pants was hardly a position he wanted to get caught in. If a Brother like Rhage walked in on this? Blay would be hearing about it for the rest of his natural life. Besides, he was in his workout gear, surrounded by equipment, so he might as well get busy, pump some iron, and hope that Mr. Happy sank into a depression from lack of attention.
Good plan.
Really.
Yup.
When he glanced at the clock sometime later, he realized fifteen minutes had passed and he was no closer to constructive, repetitive motion, unless you counted breathing.
His erection had a suggestion for that kind of goal.
And his palm was immediately on board, going between his legs, finding that hard -
Blay burst up from the seat and went for the door. Enough with the bullshit - he was going to hit the loo in the locker room in the hope of cycling some of the alcohol out of his system. Then he was going to get on a treadmill and sweat the rest of the booze out.
After which it was time to head to bed - where, if he needed an outlet of the erotic variety, he was going to find it in the appropriate place.
The first sign that his new plan might have taken him only farther into the weeds came as he