Page 22 of Off Limits

My eyes dropped to the time on my laptop. It wasn’t even ten.

I hadn’t asked Asa how long he would be gone, but it was Saturday night. Who the fuck came home before ten on Saturday night if they didn’t have to work the next day?

The wall of solid text in my chat drew my attention as people asked what was going on and if I was okay. My eyes shifted to the rest of the screen, which was taken up by the video stream and showed exactly what my viewers saw.

I looked petrified. My eyes were wide, my mouth hung open, and my expression was one of pure terror.

I was still trying to reconcile what the fuck was happening when something in the video frame caught my attention.

My door wasn’t closed.

I’d been in such a rush to get back to my desk after changing into the jockstrap that I hadn’t made sure that the door latched behind me, and it must have swung open a few feet without me noticing. My desk was directly across from the door. If I could see into the hall, then Asa could see me from the hall.

Shitshitshitshitshitshit,my brain repeated like a mantra. I froze again, getting stuck somewhere between flight and fight as my panic intensified and my chest tightened to the point I could barely breathe.

A tip request came through, the chime sounding ten times louder than it had before Asa came home, then chimed several times in rapid succession as more people sent both tips and requests.

That seemed to reconnect my brain and body, but instead of muting the chime and getting off my chair and out of Asa’s potential line of sight like a sane person would, I flailed.

Without thinking, I grabbed for my mouse with one hand and tried to close the lid to my laptop with my other. In my panic, I missed the mouse completely and knocked over the glass of water next to it.

I watched in horror as the glass hit my desk and water poured across the wood, rapidly moving toward my laptop as the puddle spread.

“Shit!” I grabbed my laptop to get it off my desk so it didn’t get soaked.

“Dex?” Asa called from the hall. “Are you okay?”

In my haste, I smashed both of my knees against the underside of my desk, making the whole thing wobble precariously. The impact caused the glass and my laptop to slide right off it.

“Fuck!”

Somehow my reflexes kicked in, and I managed to catch my laptop, but since I was still in flail mode, I held it in front of me, the screen facing out, and jumped to my feet in a panic.

“What the fuck is—” Asa pushed my door open.

I spun around to face him, still clutching my computer like a shield, wearing only a jockstrap with my soft dick hanging out.

“The fuck?” He froze, his eyes wide and his mouth falling open like it had been unhinged as he took in the scene in front of him.

That finally knocked me out of flail mode, and I closed my laptop with asnapand used it to cover my junk as we stared at each other in horror.

“Sorry!” He spun around so his back was to me. “Sorry. Your door was…and I heard— I thought you… Sorry!”

Before I could say anything, he took off and sprinted toward the front of the apartment.

“Shit,” I croaked, still staring at my open door in horror. “Wait!” I called, finally finding my voice.

The footsteps paused. “I think I should go,” he called back. “Text me when you don’t need the apartment anymore.”

The footsteps resumed, and a moment later, the front door slammed closed.

I stood there for a few beats, my mind spinning a million miles an hour even as my body went a bit numb from shock.

Asa had caught me camming, but did he know that’s what I was doing? Had he been able to tell from the few seconds we’d stood frozen and staring at each other? Or did he think he caught me jerking off?

What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

A weird sense of cold settled over me as I stared at my open door and tried to process what the fuck had just happened.

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