He looked through the thumbnails until his eye caught on one with a smooth, muscled blond man. He didn’t let himself think on why he was looking at a porn with a guy that looked like—no one. It was a passing resemblance at best.
The video started and holy shit. The action started right away. The blond man was sucking— He clicked the window closed. His body shook, cock pounding with need. But…
Way to prove a point, asshole.
He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and dropped his head into his hands, trying to even his heavy breathing. This was insane. His heart raced and he could feel a flush from his ears to his chest. It was all arousal. All visceral need and he didn’t know how to shove this back in the fucking box. The stupid box he’d opened.
His body was so hot, sweat clinging to his brow. Granted, he’d already been hot, had taken off his shirt earlier because with it being so late in the year, he felt silly turning on the central air. Now, though, it was all because he was… well, hot. And bothered.
A knocking on the front door made him look up from where he’d been hiding in his hands. The knock was firm. Not angry, but definitely someone on a mission. He scrunched his brow in wonder over who’d be stopping by so early on a Sunday morning. Hell, most people he knew were getting ready to head to Sunday school at church.
He stood, only to realize he was still hard enough to pound nails, and his old sweatpants weren’t doing shit to hide the problem. He grabbed his t-shirt shirt from where he’d laid it on the back of his chair and held it in front of himself. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d answered the door shirtless, and at least he could hold it in front of himself to hide his hard-on.
He started thinking of anything random he could, trying to calm his body so he wouldn’t embarrass himself, but when he threw open the door and saw Landon there, his cock gave a happy jump. Goddamnit.
“Uh, Landon?”
The man looked pissed. And ridiculous. In a shirt whose sleeves had been cut off, gym shorts, and muddy work boots, he looked like he’d rolled right out of bed and driven straight to Jay’s.
“Can I talk to you?”
“I… Yeah, I guess.” One would think with the tension between them, the anger radiating off Landon, Jay’s ardor would cool. Unfortunately, his body reacted the opposite of that.
He shut the door and leaned his forehead on it, counting to ten. Landon’s boots clomped on the hardwood floors as he paced.
“Look. Jay, I know I fucked up by almost kissing you. But my best friend?”
Jay jolted with surprise. “What do you mean?” He knew damn well what the man meant. He turned to Landon, still holding his shirt in front of him, desperately wishing he could put it on. He felt more vulnerable than he was comfortable with, suddenly.
The anger morphed to a raw hurt when Landon turned to face Jay, his eyes red and sad. “I get it. You are uncomfortable around me. I did a dick thing and almost kissed you. I’ve misread our friendship more than once. I’m sorry. But really? Anyone but my best friend. Because now I’m so mad at her for fucking you, I can’t see straight.”
Jay’s jaw dropped. “Fucking me? What are you talking about?”
Landon glared. “She came waltzing in this morning with her overnight bag.”
“Well, I don’t know, maybe because she stayed over? When I left her, she’d passed out on the couch because she was trashed. She went in to pee and she was out when I checked on her.”
Landon stilled, frowning. Jay wanted to reach for him, to run his thumbs over Landon’s pinched brow. And he fucking hated that he wanted to.
Then Landon’s brows shot up, eyes widened. Jay realized he’d dropped his bunched up shirt so his hard-on was plainly visible. “Uh.” Jay couldn’t form words. Landon’s gaze flicked between Jay’s mouth, his eyes, and his hard cock, which was decidedly interested in the way Landon licked his pouty lips.