Page 47 of The Idiot

“Ouch!” My shoulder bashes into the wall as Jesse shoves past me like a bull in a china shop.

I can’t even escape him long enough to jerk off in anger—alone. Someone up above seriously has it in for me down here.

I let the door slam shut because with the way my luck is going, Philip will happen by and invite himself in, too. Freaking cruises. Never again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demand, tromping over to my nightstand to set down the scotch.

“I’m not leaving you alone to stew or get accosted by someone. If you want to watch porn, let’s do it. It’s not like we haven’t before. Remember that one I borrowed from Jordy Freeman that we watched at my house when my parents went to that grower’s convention?”

“No,” I lie.

Of course, I remember it. It was right after the first rodeo my dad took me to see. Hearing the sound of another guy coming solidified any remaining doubt that I might have had about me being gay.

“Oh, my gosh. You forget everything. I think you need to start taking ginkgobalboasupplements.” Flopping his ass down on my bed, he nods to my nightstand. “Come on. Bust open that bottle.”

I stare at him for ten long seconds as he sets his glass down on the opposite nightstand and then fluffs one of my pillows like he’s intent on getting comfortable. Goldilocks has landed. He cannot be serious.

Wait a minute…

Of course, he’s serious. I bet a hundred bucks he has no clue what kind of porn I watch.

Game on, Jesse. Game fucking on.

I’m sick of holding back. I’m sick of being the one to get offended and upset. I was so worried about him freaking out over me being gay, but maybe that’s what I need to see right now. Let him freak out. Let him run off and act awkward. Lethimbe the bad guy. I bet that will cure my stupid crush.

“Fine,” I huff, kicking off my shoes, but out of spite, I add, “It’s ginkgobiloba.”

“That’s what I said.”

He did not. The stubborn ass. It’s not cute. It’s absolutely not cute. It’s… annoying as fuck.

“Get your shoes off my bed,” I grunt, starting on the button of my pants.

His gaze zeroes in on my fly, making me wonder if he thought this entire thing through. There’s a flicker of surprise on his face, like he didn’t realize I intended to rub one out, but then he hops up, schooling his features like the competitive dork he is. Undoing the button on his shorts, he kicks off his shoes and lets his khakis slip to the floor. I look away when he settles back down on the bed.

Moving to the small entertainment center where I hooked my laptop up to the television—so I could watch the episodes of Breathless I downloaded—I bring up my porn file. I debate on the level of graphicness, my instinct telling me to take it easy on him and go for something vanilla. But I hear his palms slap. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him rub them together with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Pick something good, Baloney. I haven’t gotten off in forever.”

Oh, really?

I don’t know what his definition of ‘forever’ is, but the sight of the thickening girth in his boxers has me feeling a bit sadistic. I am one hundred percent getting off tonight—room invader or not. Jesse can walk around hard up for the rest of this cruise as payback for hijacking my vacation for all I care.

The filthiest video I have, it is. Hittingplay, I flick the room light off on my way back to my side of the bed.My side—what a joke.

It’s your freaking bed, Murphy. Quit letting him manipulate you.

Grabbing the lube from my nightstand drawer, I settle back against the headboard, determined to pretend I’m alone. I don’t care if he runs out of here thinking I’m lewd. He wants to be my friend? He wants to jerk off together? Then he’s going to get the real deal.

Purposely, I squeeze the bottle before all the liquid has run down to the opening, letting out a filthy squirt sound. I can feel his eyes on me as I dribble the liquid into my palm. Reaching underneath the elastic of my boxer briefs, I let out a loud sigh and glide my hand up my cock.

I can feel his body heat next to me on the bed. I can see his bright red boxers in my peripheral, but don’t dare take my eyes off the screen. I want to teach him a lesson, not get accused of perving on him. This was his idea, after all.

When I catch movement, I’m pretty sure it’s his hand cupping over the top of himself, giving himself a squeeze. There’s nothing risqué on the screen right now, just the two main characters chatting at a hotel reception desk. Anyone who didn’t know it’s gay porn wouldn’t have a clue what’s about to happen. I’m guessing the anticipation is his encouragement.

Reaching over, I swipe the bottle of scotch up and pin it under my elbow, so I can get a grip on the cap. Trying to appear casual, I take a draw off the bottle, and then hold it out for Jesse. His fingers brush against mine as he takes it, making my cock twitch from that brief contact.

It’s certainly nowhere near the fantasies I’ve had about him, but it’s surreal to have him in my bed while I’m touching myself. I’m trembling, only half-hard because of stage fright. It’s taking everything in me to keep my breathing under control as I wait for the actors to go into the one guy’s hotel room.

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