Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“What the fuck, guys?” A punch in the arm and Jez’s voice interrupted their PDA. Jez gestured between them. “Seriously. What is this? It’s November, so it can’t be April Fool’s. So what? How is this happening? Shawn’s straight!”
“Not so much, it turns out.” Jude had to shout over the music. This really wasn’t the ideal place for an in-depth analysis of the hows and whys.
Shawn obviously felt the same. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” he promised.
“You’d better!” Jez still looked as if he thought this was some sort of prank.
Mac smiled at them. “Good on you.” He offered his fist to Shawn to bump, and then to Jude. Then he said something to Jez that Jude didn’t catch and guided Jez back to dance again.
“Do you wanna dance more?” Jude asked Shawn.
Shawn shook his head. “No. Take me home.” Then, with his lips right up by Jude’s ear, he added, “And fuck me.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The walk home was sweet torture for Shawn.
Being with Jude was awesome, and Shawn held his hand once they got away from the city centre and onto the quieter residential streets. But the knowledge of what was coming made him painfully excited, and walking with the boner to end all boners wasn’t comfortable given the snugness of his jeans.
Jude wasn’t helping matters by insisting on using the walk to plan what they were going to do. He squeezed Shawn’s hand and leaned in close as he asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to tie you up?”
“I don’t know.” Shawn shivered with anticipation. “I don’t think so. Not this time.”
“But you want me to top you? Boss you around?”
“Yes. Fuck.” Shawn adjusted himself yet again. His dick was sticking out of the top of his underwear and rubbing on the waistband of his jeans in a not-fun way. He shoved it to a better angle.
“Stop groping yourself in public. You’ll get us arrested.” Jude’s voice was warm with amusement.
“Stop talking dirty, then. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Poor baby. Not long to wait now.”
They had just rounded the corner into their street, and Shawn breathed a sigh of relief. Nearly home.
When they reached the doorstep, Jude was the first to get his keys out. He unlocked the door and Shawn followed him inside.
“Straight upstairs?” Jude asked.
“Yeah.”
Nerves fluttered in Shawn’s belly as he followed Jude up the two flights to his room at the top. Shawn wished he could turn his thinking brain off, because it was messing with him. He wanted this, wanted Jude, but he was terrified too. Much as he’d loved having Jude’s fingers in him the other night, Jude’s cock was way bigger. What if he couldn’t take it? What if he tried but hated being fucked? What if Jude was disappointed in him?
Jude led them into his room, turned the light on, then locked the door behind them. His bed was a mess of books and papers, so he quickly piled those up and moved them to his desk. Then he put the lamp on and turned the main light off.
“There, that’s a bit more romantic. Although I guess I could have fucked you over the desk instead. It was tidier than the bed.” He grinned.
Shawn gave a nervous laugh.
“Hey.” Jude came up and put his hands on Shawn’s face, holding him so that he had to meet Jude’s gaze. “Are you freaking out?”
“Maybe a little.” Shawn felt his cheeks heat.
Jude kissed his lips softly. “What do you need?”
Shawn took a shaky breath. “For you to take charge,” he admitted.
It was hard to say what he wanted, but he needed this. He needed Jude to understand. “I want this, but I want you to tell me what to do. Use me how you want. I know you’ll make it good for me too… I just….” His last words tumbled out in a rush. “I don’t want to have to decide things.”
“We can do that. As long as you promise me one thing. That if you don’t like something or you want to stop, you’ll tell me.”
Shawn nodded. “Yeah, of course.”
“And if it’s easier, use the colour words. Yellow to slow down, red to stop, remember?”
“Yes.”
“Promise.” Jude’s voice was utterly serious.
The subtle command in his tone made Shawn’s body respond; a thrill ran through him. He straightened his shoulders. “I promise.”
“Okay. Well, start by getting undressed. I want you naked. Put your clothes on the chair.”
Obediently, Shawn stripped—jacket first, then shoes, T-shirt, jeans, and finally his socks and boxers. Jude watched him intently, making no move to follow suit. Shawn’s skin prickled with the awareness of Jude’s scrutiny and his already-hard cock got even harder, bobbing as he straightened up after taking off his underwear.
Jude’s gaze raked over Shawn, taking in his chest and stomach, then settling on his dick. He licked his lips. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He lifted a finger and spun it in a circle. “Turn around.”