Page 5 of In Plain Sight

He wasn’t some buzzkill who walked around sucking the fun out of the room or anything. It was more that his reactions were always…tempered.

He smiled and chuckled, and I’d heard him huff out a few soft laughs at some of our coworkers, especially Jesse and Isaac’santics, but those were a far cry from the unreserved belly laughs I’d seen today.

Zander was hot when he was just existing, but seeing him throw back his head and let out a booming laugh, his eyes crinkled and his smile wide, brought his hotness to a level I hadn’t been prepared to deal with today.

With a weary sigh, I tossed my phone on the coffee table and got to my feet. I needed to shower and get the lingering scents of the shop off me. Then I could figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my night.

And hopefully not think about my coworker and how much I wanted to climb him like a tree.

The shower didn’t help, not in the way I hoped it would. Instead of relaxing and enjoying the hot water, I’d spent the time trying not to think about Zander and ignoring my hard dick.

I wasnotgoing to jerk off to my coworker, but my damn dick wouldn’t go down, not even now that I was back on my couch and staring at the wall.

Zander was one of the most interesting people I’d ever met. He had a presence about him that commanded attention, but he was shy and quiet and an obvious introvert.

He was also gorgeous. Like, devastatingly so.

His features were strong and rugged with a straight nose and sharp jawline that was perpetually covered in a blanket of dark stubble. His eyes were the most incredible shade I’d ever seen, not quite brown but not quite amber, and his skin was golden, like he maybe had some Mediterranean ancestry or he spent a ton of time in the sun.

He was about my height, maybe a quarter inch taller, with wide shoulders, strong arms, and a trim waist. He always wore loose-fitting pants when we went out with the other guys from work, so it was hard to tell what his legs looked like, but I’d guess they were as long and lean as the rest of him.

Beyond his model-perfect looks, his most striking feature was his hair. At work he put it in a low ponytail or a messy bun, but when he was in street clothes, it fell in a long sheet that brushed his shoulders.

I’d never seen such thick, luscious hair on a man, and I’d spent more time than I was comfortable with thinking about how the strands would feel slipping through my fingers or trailing over my skin.

With another sigh, I let my head fall against the back of my couch.

I didn’t know what it was about Zander that affected me so much. I realized I was into guys around the same time I discovered girls, and I spent most of my life surrounded by hot, fit guys.

But something about Zander was different. Maybe it was becausehewas so different. I wasn’t used to quiet and reserved, and Zander had an intensity to him that was unlike anyone I’d ever met.

He hardly ever smiled, but he wasn’t grumpy or pessimistic. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, his quiet confidence was impossible to ignore. And when he spoke to you, he gave you his full attention and made you feel like the only person in the room.

He was also kind and empathetic, and he truly cared about people. I’d overheard him talking with both Isaac and Asa from work about their personal problems in the break room, and he had a knack for helping them come to their own conclusions about things and seeing multiple sides of the issue.

He was only three years older than me, but he had his shit together and had an air of maturity that made him seem so much older.

Scrubbing my hand over my face, I swiped my phone off the coffee table and opened an app I’d downloaded but had never used.

Kinksters was exactly what the name suggested. An app for people looking for others who are into kink. It was primarily a hookup app, and I liked that it was not only inclusive for all genders and orientations but also had extremely specific search filters so you could find exactly what you were looking for without wading through hundreds of irrelevant profiles.

It also had options for people who weren’t looking to hook up in real life and preferred to keep things online, and the built-in voice and video calls were not only encrypted but also had a filtering effect that helped distort voices. It was about as anonymous as you could get on an app, especially if you turned off the geolocation.

My thumb hovered over the screen. I’d filled out my profile and bio when I downloaded it, but other than taking a cursory glance at the search options and uploading a few pics, I hadn’t used it.

Maybe that’s what I needed tonight. I’d always wanted to explore sexting, but that was hard to do when I didn’t have anyone in my life I trusted enough to share that side of myself with. Even the few relationships I’d tried to have hadn’t gotten to the point where I’d felt comfortable enough to tell my then-girlfriend what I was truly into.

Exploring them on an app would give me a chance to dabble in a safe environment where I didn’t have to worry about who I was trusting. I could end things and block someone with the press of a button if they got weird. And if it turned out that Iwasn’t as into these things as I thought, my secret would die when I deleted the app.

“Fuck it,” I said to the empty room and tapped on the search options.

My dick was still rock hard, and I wanted release. I’d had a crappy day and a shitty week. I needed to get out of my head for a while, and I really needed to come.

The first section filtered profiles by gender. I paused, my eyes zeroing in onmale.

I didn’t hook up with men often, and when I did, it was either someone I picked up at Chimera, a gay club in town, or someone I found on Grindr. Those hookups were always quick, anonymous, and lacking.

Exchanging blowjobs in an alley or an impersonal fuck in a random guy’s house used to be exciting and hot. Now it was a lot of work for an orgasm that wasn’t much better than when I used my hand or toys.

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