Page 46 of Jacked
“Yeah?” I rasp, my voice still rough from sleep.
There are a few seconds of silence before the knob turns and the door opens slowly. Slater peeks his head in, his hat in place like usual. He must have grabbed that off the floor before he snuck out. He smiles, and then his eyes land on my naked body. He rakes them over meslowly,like he’s trying to memorize every inch. I spread my legs a little wider and puff up my chest, the heat and excitement from last night rushing through me all over again to chub up my cock and warm my bare skin.
He licks his lips and then clears his throat, dragging his gaze back to my face.
“Morning,” he says quietly, like he’s afraid to disturb someone.
“Morning,” I grunt.
A few more beats of silence pass between us. I wish I could tell what he’s thinking from the look in his eyes, but I’ve got fucking nothing. Is he trying to figure out how to let me down gently? Worrying I’m in the middle of a freak out? Hoping we can treat this the same way we’ve treated everything else so far and just not talk about it? If it means we can keep doing it, I’m all for that option. I just can’t work out how we get therewithouttalking about it.
“Sorry, my thoughts are going in a million directions right now.” He lets out a huff of a laugh, and I chuckle right along with him.
“That makes two of us.”
Slater nods and his smile gets a little wider. “Okay, so I’m thinking we should talk about stuff if you’re up for it.”
I shift and wince again at the unpleasant reminder of dried cum.
“Yeah, I need to shower though.”
His eyes light up. Is he going to ask to join me in the shower? Should I offer? I’ve showered with a few girlfriends in the past, but I never really got the appeal. There’s never enough space under the water, so I always ended up cold, and shower sex is definitely overrated. If I’m being really honest with myself though, the thought of Slater’s hands all over me under the hot spray, rubbing the suds into my muscles definitely has a contented sound rumbling in my chest.
The moment passes though, and he looks away, adjusting his hat anxiously and shifting on his feet.
“Alright, you do that and when you’re done, we can talk?”
“Yeah.”
SLATER
I lean against the counter, sipping my third cup of coffee, trying hard not to picture AJ’s naked, wet body. If I let myself do that, I might be tempted to join him, and while certain parts of me are extremely on board with that idea, I know we need to talk first.
Ugh, when did I get so damned mature?
When I woke up in his bed this morning next to that giant, snoring bear of a man, all I wanted to do was bury my face between his pecs again and grind my morning wood against his until he woke up groggy and horny. But instead of doing that, I slipped out while he was still sleeping because I thought he might need some time to get his thoughts together before seeing me. Lame. The right thing to do, yeah, but still lame.
While I wait for him, I pull out my phone to finally check the missed messages from Nolan and Cas. I don’t know why my nerves jump and dance in my stomach. They’re gay, of course they’re not going to care. But it feels big. It’s big forme, anyway. Maybe that’s what I’m anxious about, that they won’t understand what a huge realization this whole thing has been. If they could climb off of each other long enough to call me they might know. Not that I’m feeling salty or left out or anything. I take a deep breath and open the message thread.
CASPIAN:?!?!?!
NOLAN: Wait… do you know what that shirt is implying?
CASPIAN: Yeah, those are bi pride colors, dude. Are you bi? Is that what this is? You’re coming out to us with a picture in a group chat?
CASPIAN: How are you just leaving us hanging like this?
CASPIAN: Slate, where the fuck are you?
There are a dozen more messages asking where I am and if I’m fucking with them before they finally gave up last night. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t thebestcoming out I could have come up with. I probably should have at least included a caption to clear up the confusion. I stare at the messages for a minute thinking about how I want to respond. Finally, I type out a simple response.
SLATER: Yup, I’m bisexual
I add three heart emojis—pink, purple, and blue—then send the message off. As soon as I do, I hear the bathroom door open. I jump to attention, jittery from too damn much caffeine this morning, and shove my phone into my pocket.
My heart is in my throat as I listen to the slow, even footsteps coming down the hallway towards the kitchen. I probably should have spent the last couple of hours while I waited for him to wake up thinking about what to say to him instead of replaying last night in my head over and over, but it’s too late for that now.
AJ steps into the kitchen, his hair damp and the smell of soap following him. He’s wearing his standard outfit of a wide-sleeved tank top and athletic shorts that fall to mid-thigh. That party tit of his peeks out, his dark nipple temptingly on display. Instead of looking away immediately, I let my attention linger on it for a second before slowly dragging my gaze up to meet his with a flirtatious smile. His breath hitches and his eyes darken. Fuck coffee, maybe we can start the day with orgasms.
