Page 17 of Jacked
CHAPTER SEVEN
AJ
I didn’t thinkI’d be able to sleep, but it’s a wonder what three beers, several pounds of cheese, and an epic orgasm will do for you. It’s barely even light out when my brain kicks back on with a vengeance though, jolting me awake with knots in my stomach and racing thoughts.
What the fuck even was that last night?
Was it my idea or Slater’s?Even if itwashis idea, it’s not like I fought him on it. I was curious. I was… horny. Goddamn, apparently I can’t be trusted to go that long without busting a nut. Fuck knows what crazy shit my dick would convince me to do if I actually tried to go a whole month.
Did he notice me looking at his dick?Why was I even looking? I didn’t mean to. He’s the one who whipped it out first, and it just kind of… happened. The weirdest part of it was, as soon as I looked, I realized that the times I’ve had threeways with other dudes, I’ve always snuck a peek. I never thought much about it as long as there was a hot, naked chick betweenus. Maybe last night wasn’t any different? It’s like Slater said before—it’s normal to check out the competition.
He has a nice dick.
I close my eyes and try to shake that thought away, but closing my eyes only makes it worse. Closing my eyes makes me picture it, slim and a little bit longer than mine, cut and veiny, surrounded by well-kept blond pubes…
I jolt out of bed, flinging my sheets aside.
I just need to clear my head.
I listen for any sign of Slater being up, but the apartment is silent. All I can hear is the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of traffic outside. I ease my top dresser drawer open as slowly as possible to avoid making any sound and get dressed quietly. Since I’m going for a run and then planning to head to Sweat, I pull on my usual tank top, jockstrap, and shorts, then I tiptoe out of the apartment. I grab my shoes from next to the door, stepping over Slater’s shit still strewn everywhere, and tuck them under my arm. I’m just as slow and quiet closing the door behind me and locking it. The sound of the lock sliding into place is loud enough in the otherwise silent hallway that I cringe and listen again for any hint that I woke him.
It’s barely past dawn and it’s a Saturday, so I would be a huge asshole to wake Slater up. It’s got nothing to do with not wanting to face him this morning. That would be a pussy move on my part and that’s definitely not what this is.
I slip my shoes on and bend down to tie them. When I stand up, I give my hamstrings a cursory stretch, then take off jogging down the stairs.
I groan with relief when I step outside, barely pausing to let the door swing shut behind me before I pick a direction and just start moving. Fuckingfinallythe heatwave seems to have broken. It’s still probably about eighty and rising, but comparedto the hundred-degree plus temps we’ve been dealing with for nearly two weeks, I’ll take it.
It’s early enough on a Saturday morning that the streets are practically deserted. Sure, there’s still a steady stream of traffic, but I don’t pass anyone else on the sidewalk for the first handful of blocks. The rhythm of my feet against the concrete is soothing and it helps me focus my thoughts.
So I looked at Slater’s dick while we both jerked off. Is that such a big deal? It’s just a dick, that doesn’t make me gay. Where else was I supposed to look? And, yeah, I came hard as fuck listening to all his grunting and moaning, but it’s like I already admitted to him, the sound of guys moaning is hot. That doesn’t make me gay either.
The only thing that would make me gay is if I’m intoguys, and I’m… not.
I swallow hard, dragging in deep breaths as I slow to a stop at a crosswalk to wait for the signal.
I think I would know if I were into guys. I let out a tight laugh. I’mnot.
I mean, okay, yeah, there was this one time when I was in middle school and I noticed myself noticing some of the other guys a little bit. It made me wonder ifmaybeI swung that way. But there was a gay kid at my school too, Ryan, and I was nothing like him. He hung out with the girls, he wore tutus to school, and he got the shit kicked out of him on a regular basis.
A sick feeling squeezes tighter and tighter in my gut until I can’t take it anymore. I can’t wait for the walk signal. I just can’t. So I change directions instead and keep running. Running away from memories of Ryan and the acidic, knotted feeling in my stomach.
Running.
Running.
Running.
I don’t bother paying much attention to where I’m going or how long I’ve been jogging. All I let myself think about now is the sound of my thundering steps and the feeling of sweat clinging to my skin. I run until my chest and my muscles burn and my dry mouth reminds me that I forgot to bring a water bottle with me.
I stop at a little café on the next corner and get myself a couple of bottles of water and an egg sandwich, then take a seat at one of the tables on the sidewalk outside. The sun is up now, and it must be a more reasonable time of morning because there are several other people sitting at their own tables, eating their breakfast and sipping coffee. I wolf the sandwich down in three bites and guzzle the first bottle of water just as fast, but instead of getting right back up, I pull my phone out of my pocket.
I have a missed text from my brother, Logan, just asking how things are going. I ignore it for now and open the internet browser. I bounce my knee and glance over my shoulder like I’m expecting all my friends from high school to be standing behind me waiting to call me a homo. My hands shake a little and I type in “is it gay to jerk off with another guy?”
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