Page 65 of The Idiot

I realize, too late, collapsing onto him may be too much. It presses our saturated stomachs together, but I can’t move yet. Nor do I want to, not while he’s still clinging to me.

“S-sorry, I… I made a mess,” he pants sometime later.

“Trade secret. No one cares,” I mumble into his neck.

When he doesn’t respond, my afterglow starts disintegrating. Shit. I really should get off him. He said exploring, not… post-coital whatever this is.

Rising on my elbows, I roll onto my back. We take turns staring at our stomachs. He makes to get off the bed, and I go stiff. Maybe we should have had a more in-depth conversation about what he thought exploring meant. Maybe I should have left last night and taken a cold shower. He rolls back, though, producing a shirt from where I assume he left it on the floor.

I watch in a daze as he wipes himself clean. I can see everything now, the morning light filtering uninhibitedly through his cabin window. He’s exquisite, even flaccid and sloppy. I can hardly believe I get to be an audience to this personal ritual.

Handing me his shirt, he holds the part he used crumpled in his hand; an offering. I nod a silent thank you, still too terrified to break the silence. I can feel him watching me as I wipe off my stomach and my cock.

Sliding my boxer briefs up, I tuck myself away and lay my head back on the pillow. What now? What is he thinking? He’s never been good with baring his emotions when cornered. You have to pry that shit out of him with a crowbar. I wait as long as I can, telling myself the minutes passing are more likely only seconds. I can’t take the silence anymore, but I don’t have the nerve to hear his feedback yet, so I’m once again reduced to small talk.

“I think we’re docking for the Fire Island day trip today. Maybe we should shower and get off the ship for a while.”

“Yeah. That sounds good. I’m kind of sick of having sea legs.”

The only watercraft Jesse’s ever been on is my Jon boat. It makes his effort of following me here seem even more touching. That has to be the sex haze telling me what I want to think. He said‘exploring,’not falling in love.

“I’ll, uh, meet you back down here then?” I suggest, sitting up.

A hand clamps around my biceps, tugging me back down. “Wait. You’re goingnow?”

“I kind of stink. I came from the gym yesterday after your S.O.S.”

Nose twitching, he sniffs, his face mere inches from mine. “All I smell is Murph. I guess it wasn’t much of a workout.”

His hand is still on my arm, nearly burning my skin. That playful smile of his has my palms sweating like a nervous teenager again.

“Well, I think we’ll both want to bathe, eventually. I’ll still smell like me, though. I promise.”

Biting his lip, he throws his leg over mine and toys with the hair on my chest. “Yeah, but how about we wait for the bathing part until… after?”

“After?”

“‘Round 2?’” he asks hopefully.

CHAPTER 21

Jesse

Murph is a cock master. It’s like I’ve had a superhero friend my entire life, but only knew Clark Kent. Now, I can’t stand to be more than two feet away from him, even though we’re off that godforsaken love boat for the afternoon. It’s like my body knows he has secret powers and wants to siphon some of them from him.

“You’re awfully cuddly,” he quips, not bothering to look at me as he peruses a rack of sunglasses in the shop we popped into.

I can see the smirk at the corner of his mouth as I obnoxiously rest my chin on his shoulder from behind him. If my new clinginess bothered him, he’d do that face palm thing he does. Someone’s playing the indifferent card. Two can do that tango.

“I don’t want to lose you. What if you get accosted? Hearing a grown man yell, ‘Stranger danger,’ isn’t good for your badass image.”

Snickering, he shakes his head and reaches back, giving my hip a squeeze. It nudges me forward, forcing my erection into his ass cheek.

Shit. Busted.

“I think the only person I’m in danger of being accosted by is you,” he rumbles, finally glancing back at me.

Has his warning glare always looked like a fuck fest invitation? Damn. I am never going to be able to take him seriously when he’s mad from now on.

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