Page 11 of His Dirty Obsession
“Oh, yeah. It’s not staying. Itches like fuck!” he said, rubbing his hands through it again.
I handed him his coffee, and we sat at the table in our usual seats. I wondered what his beard would feel like against my skin. Would it be rough? It looked soft, not scratchy at all, and I had the urge to reach out and touch it.
“Doesn’t look scratchy. It looks soft,” I murmured quietly, and this time I did reach out, stroking my index finger down his cheek, towards his lips. They parted slightly, a soft sigh leaving his mouth. His tongue flicked out, catching my finger.
Temptation was a wonderful thing, an exciting feeling, and I knew he felt it too.
“What are you doing, Xavier?” His voice was a whisper, almost indecipherable.
“I’m not sure. I just wanted to see for myself.” I stopped stroking and moved my hand, cupping my mug with both hands. I had to do something with them, if only to stop myself from touching his face again.
“What’s going on, Xavier?” His question was whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.
“I honestly don’t know. What do you think is going on? I know you watch me…have watched me.”
He blushed and went to stand, almost spilling his coffee again.
“Sit, Ben. Maybe we should talk about this,” I pleaded.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be doing that to you. It’s wrong on so many levels.” He ran his hands through his hair again, a habit of his when stressed or nervous.
“Says who? Do you hear me complaining?” I really wasn’t. The fact I turned him on made me happy. And I knew I did. I wasn’t being arrogant about this. His erection the other morning proved it, but what had he been thinking about? That’s what I wanted to know.
“Look. You’ve not been here long. You’re my lodger, a friend of my sister’s. It really isn’t right.”
“Again, says who? We’re both consenting adults here, Ben.”
He looked conflicted, tortured even.
“Look, it’s not a big deal. Maybe I need to get used to being looked at. This new play, me stripping.” I laughed and watched as a flicker of a smile ghosted his face. “I can tell you, it takes some getting used to. This next week, we’ll be stripping for real. The play opens in a couple of weeks. You’ll come, won’t you?”
I thought talking about the play would put his mind at ease, at least trying to make light of him watching me, pretending I needed to get used to it.
“Of course. Just you try to stop me. I’ll bring Ava with me. She’ll have a blast, all those naked men strutting around the stage.”
“There’ll be plenty of those. Five of us in the troop, with Shane leading. She’ll like him. He’s built like the proverbial brick shithouse and has a dick to match.” I laughed at his wide-eyed expression. He didn’t seem to be a prude most of the time, but occasionally, I’d get the impression he embarrassed easily.
“He insisted on stripping during one of the first rehearsals. He’s not backwards in coming forward, I can tell you.”
“Oh, Ava will love that.”
“I’m sure she will, knowing her. Anyway, I just wanted to catch up this morning. It’s been a while since we’ve sat down together. I’m sorry I don’t have time for breakfast like we used to, but I have to get moving. Rehearsals are in an hour, and I still need to shower and get ready. Any plans today, Ben?”
“No, just the usual meetings. I was hoping for an early finish today, being Friday. I thought I might take a walk to the new wine bar that’s opened. Ava invited me, and I’ve not been out in a while. Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I left the house.”
“I’m sure she’d love that. She’s always saying you should get out more. Life’s too short, Ben. Live it while you can.”
All the time we talked, I could see him trying to avert his eyes from my groin. I wore no underwear beneath my silky lounge pants. They clung in all the right places, and I might have enhanced the goods a little. I’d learned a trick or two from Shane about ‘boosting’ my assets, and I had to admit that the thought of Ben’s soft hair rubbing against my skin had me hard, blood rushing to my cock.
How either of us got through that conversation, I didn’t know, but the longer it went on, the raspier his voice became. A faint blush coloured his cheeks, and I loved that I could do that to him. It made me hornier than hell.
“I’ll be in the shower then…if you want me.” And I hoped he did, but after his previous comment, I wondered if he’d take me up on my offer.
He nodded, and I sauntered from the room. I loved wearing silk, loved the feel against my shaven balls. Yeah, I manscaped, especially now with this new role. I loved the feeling of the coconut oil I used to rub into my smooth skin, gradually moving to caress my dick. I couldn’t wait to get under the shower to relieve myself of this urge to come.
I started the water off cool and stepped out of my pants; debating whether I should lock the door, just in case. I decided at the very last moment not to even shut the door. I was that confident he wouldn’t be able to resist watching.
Fuck it!
