“Night, Jake. Thanks for having me over tonight. It means a lot.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

I closed his door and went to my bedroom, where I immediately dropped my shorts and took myself in my hand, resting against the door as I shut my eyes and imagined Noah down on his knees, lips wrapped around me. I blew in minutes, my toes curling against the hardwood floors as I shot ropes of come, the sound of the splatter mixing with Noah’s name falling in whispers from my lips as my eyes rolled back.

And even with that release, I still had a sex dream starring Noah and me on a yacht in Greece.

7

NOAH BARNES

I woke up to the delicious smell of scrambled eggs and sizzling bacon. Confusion soon followed as I wondered who the hell was in my kitchen cooking breakfast? It took a couple of sleep-dazed seconds to remember that I wasn’t actually in my house, nor was I still dreaming. This was Jake’s guest bedroom, and I was wearing Jake’s underwear, which he had been so gracious in lending me and I’d been so fucking horny in wearing them. Seriously, I think I slept the entire night with a boner, judging by how I woke up with my hard dick poking out from the slit.

I gave myself a couple of tugs but figured I should drag myself out of bed before I had to explain to Jake why his bedsheets needed a quick wash.

I changed out of the boxers, putting on the shorts I wore yesterday along with a simple T-shirt. Jake had set up the guest bathroom with toothpaste and a toothbrush still in its plastic container. I tore it open and brushed my teeth, looking around at the clean white subway tiles and claw-foot bathtub with its brushed copper handles, a small and opaque window letting in just enough morning light.

Aside from looks, the man also had style. He knew how to decorate so that everything fit together and nothing was overwhelmingly gaudy or tacky. It was impressive and attractive… not that I should even be thinking along those lines. There was nothing between Jake and me but a solid friendship.

Well, and that heart-stopping kiss he planted on me last night. I still felt tingly all over just thinking about it. The passion that drove our bodies together, it was undeniable and uncontrollable. I didn’t know how he managed to break the kiss because I was ready and willing to go all the way. The dam had broken, and my basement had flooded. Maybe it was a good thing he’d stopped the kiss, or we would need Noah and his big old boat to come and save us from the flooding.