Page 41 of Doubling Down

Ezra had the feeling that something had been wrong. Eric had seemed distant and had made both of them promise not to answer the door no matter what. Brandon had been worried too although he’d tried to hide it. Neither of them had done a very good job. They ended up settling on the couch with a movie while neither of them admitted they were waiting up for Eric to come home.

By three in the morning, they had both admitted defeat and gone to bed. Ezra had no idea what time Eric had gotten homeor if he had even slept. He’d obviously just returned from a good, hard run.

Hard.

Ezra was hard. Painfully so.

“My eyes are up here,” Eric told him as he cupped and lifted Ezra’s face.

Crap, yep, his eyes had gone back to staring at Eric’s amazing chest. Ezra met Eric’s green gaze, hating to see the dark circles under it.

“See something you want?” Eric taunted.

Ezra’s gaze dropped down. It wasn’t his fault. Eric was wearing those damn gray sweatpants again and Ezra could see exactly what the thin fabric wasn’t hiding. Had Eric gone out in public like that? That was indecent!

“I can see every thought flitter over your face.” Eric drew Ezra’s attention once again. “You want me, baby boy? It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that night. Having you in my arms again. Touching you.”

A hard shudder racked his body. Yes, Ezra wanted him. There was so much more to explore with the older man.

“Or you can tell me no,” Eric said straightening. “I will respect both your words and your boundaries. I swear to that. Just because we shared…what we did does not mean that you can’t say no now.”

Ezra had no thought at all of telling Eric no. He just wasn’t sure where to start.

“No problem.” Eric backed off.

He must have taken Ezra’s silence as rejection. Damn! Ezra needed to get his mouth to work but he was afraid if he opened it, he’d drool.

“How about I make us some breakfast? Pancakes work for you?” He turned his back to Ezra, heading toward the sink. He turned on the faucet and started to wash his hands.

Shit! Ezra had spent too much time locked inside his own head. “No.”

Eric turned off the water and grabbed a towel from a nearby hook. “French toast?” he questioned while glancing over his shoulder.

“I mean yes.”

Eric frowned. “Yes…to pancakes?”

Ezra shook his head.

“French toast?” Eric slowly set the towel down on the counter.

“No.”

Eric turned to face him. He smiled. “I don’t—” His eyes widened as he ran his gaze up and down Ezra’s body. Ezra’s lounge pants would not be hiding his erection.

“Blow job?”

“Yes,” Ezra hissed. His body started to shake with need.

There was that smirk again. Eric took six long steps back, closing the distance once again. He grabbed the bill of his baseball cap and turned it backwards on his head as he dropped to his knees in front of Ezra.

Holy fucking shit! Ezra went weak at the knees at the vision in front of him. Such a strong man down on his knees for Ezra.

He reached for Ezra and Ezra pushed forward. Eric pulled down the front of Ezra’s faded pajama bottoms. Ezra wore a small green pair of briefs. Eric buried his nose against the cotton as he breathed in.

That was hot.

“I’m going to make this good for you,” Eric vowed.

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