Page 108 of The Waiting Game

But it was easier now, so when the meeting leader asked if anyone wanted to share their story, he stood and walked to the front of the room.

He told his story quietly but without the fear of judgment he’d felt the first time.

After the meeting, he didn’t linger. He didn’t know anyone there and wasn’t in the mood for small talk. Although he did text Ismael on the ride home to check in.

He arrived at the hotel earlier than he’d anticipated and he shot a text to Casey to let him know he was back.

The elevator was empty when he stepped inside and he debated if he should send Jonah a text letting him know as well. But why bother? He was probably in the room talking to Grandma Ji-min or whatever.

If not, Felix would change his clothes, then wander down the hall to see if Jonah was playing cards or something.

A few of his teammates were in the hall when he arrived and he waved vaguely at them before he slipped his key card into the reader. It unlocked with a soft metallic noise and he pushed the door open. The lights were on but the room was quiet. Jonah was probably gone then.

But when the bed came into view, Felix stopped in his tracks, his suit jacket half off his shoulders.

Jonah lay stretched out on the bed, naked, his hand wrapped around his hard cock.

His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and Felix stared, transfixed. Blood rushed through his veins as he took in every detail.

Jonah’s body was firm and toned, washed a warm gold in the light of the lamp beside the bed. He had a black patch of hair at the base of his cock that made Felix’s fingers itch to know if it was as soft as it looked.

An open bottle of lube lay on its side on the nightstand and Jonah’s dick was slick with the gel. Over the frantic beating of Felix’s heart, he could hear the soft squelching noise as Jonah stroked himself.

Feeling guilty for spying on his friend, Felix cleared his throat but Jonah didn’t respond.

It was only then that Felix noticed the earbuds he had in, his tablet nestled in the tangle of sheets, porn playing on the screen, clearly forgotten now.

Felix gulped and took a single step forward, unsure of what to do.

He should leave, he knew that.

He shouldn’t stare at Jonah like this, not with him unaware of Felix’s presence. He’d be embarrassed.

Maybe uncomfortable.

But Felix couldn’t tear his gaze from the sight of Jonah’s arm muscles flexing as he worked himself over, his big flared cockhead periodically sliding through his fist.

Felix licked his lips, uncomfortably aware of how hard he was. “Jonah,” he choked out, a little louder.

Jonah’s eyes flew open and he froze for a second.

“Fuck! Felix!” Jonah gasped, scrambling for the covers, trying to hide himself, remove the earbuds, and stop the video all at once. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“No. Wait.” Felix swallowed, stepping back and reaching for the dresser behind him. Gripping it tightly. “I … please don’t stop.”

“What?” Jonah rasped. He was frozen with the covers halfway up his thighs and God, his dick was right there.

“Keep going, Jonah. I want to watch,” Felix pleaded.

For the longest moment, they were both completely still. Jonah’s dark eyes bored into his and all Felix could hear was the quick thump of his own pulse, thrumming in his ears.

“You sure?”

Felix nodded shakily, unable to tear his gaze away.

And then Jonah’s gaze dropped from his face to below his waist where Felix’s cock strained at the front of his trousers. Jonah stared silently for several heartbeats before he nodded and licked his lips.

Jonah peeled back the covers, moving slowly like he was afraid he’d spook Felix or something.

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