promise not to say I told you so,” Shawn offered.
“Thanks.”
Shawn grinned behind his mug. It was the closest thing to a confession he’d get, a bending of the iron will that insisted James wasn’t gay into the acknowledgement that they both knew he was .
It was a start.
James looked back at him unfocused, but seeming to work through a question. He leaned drunkenly towards Shawn.
Shawn laughed when James’ lips awkwardly landed on his cheek. “Yeah, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Your confusion is leaking out for me to see.”
“Maybe just a little,” James answered.
“Because I’m pretty sure that after that blasting I got for kissing you, the last thing you meant to do was kiss me again. Am I right?”
“I didn’t—” James paused, clearly thinking hard. “I guess I did. You have to forget that, okay? You have to forget that happened.”
“Because you’re not gay,” Shawn repeated.
James smiled suddenly. He draped an arm around Shawn’s shoulders. “That’s right. I’m not. I like guys, don’t get me wrong. Guys are—guys are hot !” James informed him earnestly, drunkenly. “Tight asses. Long dicks. Guys are—but girls are okay, too.”
“You’re going to kick my ass tomorrow if you remember this,” Shawn told him. “Maybe you’d better go on up to bed. We can talk tomorrow.”
“I didn’t sleep with her.”
“Who?” Shawn asked.
“Jenny. She wanted to. I couldn’t do it.” James shook his head sadly. “I couldn’t. I wanted you to be jealous.”
“I was,” Shawn consoled him as he helped him up the stairs. “I was practically green with it.”
“Good.”
He couldn’t help himself. “Why didn’t you sleep with her?”
“I saw you in the shower that day.”
“I know,” Shawn reminded him. “What does that have to do with Jenny?”
“I wanted the shower you. Not the couch Jenny. So I left.”
Shawn didn’t hide his grin. “You wanted me naked with you over sex with Jenny?”
“Don’t tell Shawn.”
“I am Shawn.”
“Fuck. That’s not good.” James swayed towards his bed. “You think you could forget that? I think the beer I drank is catching up to me.”
“No kidding. How many did you have?”
“I told Nick, five only.” James said it emphatically. Then he sent Shawn a sheepish grin. “I might have finished a whisky or two after the fight.”
“And you’re a cop,” Shawn replied, sighing.
“Who’s not gay.”
“Yep, we covered that already.”
James held up a thumb and forefinger with an inch apart. “Except maybe a little.”
Shawn gently pushed the hand down. “Tell me that again in the morning when you’re sober. I want to hear you admit that without the benefit of alcohol.”
James took his clothes off. Every one of them. Shawn tried to look away, but it was like laying out a feast and telling a starving man not to watch. Unlike Shawn, James didn’t have to hop to get into bed, but he did climb on and flop face first. His legs sprawled wide and Shawn enjoyed every second of looking at dusky balls showing below his room-mate’s firm, muscular ass.
“ God .” It took everything in his power to march himself out of the door. He closed it with a shaking hand, then stood another several seconds as he reminded himself of every reason why intimately touching a passed-out drunken cop was a bad move.
Chapter Ten
It wasn’t until Shawn had opened the bathroom door that he realised James hadn’t got up for work. No steam. No soapy freshness. He knocked on the door from the bathroom to the other man’s bedroom. He thought he heard a muffled groan, so he tapped again.
Shawn opened the door to see James pretty much how he’d left him—naked on top of the covers. Except instead of sprawled on his belly, James had rolled in the middle of the night and currently sported some impressive morning wood.
Shawn took a minute to appreciate the view of the thick, straining cock and full, hanging balls between muscled thighs. From this angle he
“Thanks.”
Shawn grinned behind his mug. It was the closest thing to a confession he’d get, a bending of the iron will that insisted James wasn’t gay into the acknowledgement that they both knew he was .
It was a start.
James looked back at him unfocused, but seeming to work through a question. He leaned drunkenly towards Shawn.
Shawn laughed when James’ lips awkwardly landed on his cheek. “Yeah, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Your confusion is leaking out for me to see.”
“Maybe just a little,” James answered.
“Because I’m pretty sure that after that blasting I got for kissing you, the last thing you meant to do was kiss me again. Am I right?”
“I didn’t—” James paused, clearly thinking hard. “I guess I did. You have to forget that, okay? You have to forget that happened.”
“Because you’re not gay,” Shawn repeated.
James smiled suddenly. He draped an arm around Shawn’s shoulders. “That’s right. I’m not. I like guys, don’t get me wrong. Guys are—guys are hot !” James informed him earnestly, drunkenly. “Tight asses. Long dicks. Guys are—but girls are okay, too.”
“You’re going to kick my ass tomorrow if you remember this,” Shawn told him. “Maybe you’d better go on up to bed. We can talk tomorrow.”
“I didn’t sleep with her.”
“Who?” Shawn asked.
“Jenny. She wanted to. I couldn’t do it.” James shook his head sadly. “I couldn’t. I wanted you to be jealous.”
“I was,” Shawn consoled him as he helped him up the stairs. “I was practically green with it.”
“Good.”
He couldn’t help himself. “Why didn’t you sleep with her?”
“I saw you in the shower that day.”
“I know,” Shawn reminded him. “What does that have to do with Jenny?”
“I wanted the shower you. Not the couch Jenny. So I left.”
Shawn didn’t hide his grin. “You wanted me naked with you over sex with Jenny?”
“Don’t tell Shawn.”
“I am Shawn.”
“Fuck. That’s not good.” James swayed towards his bed. “You think you could forget that? I think the beer I drank is catching up to me.”
“No kidding. How many did you have?”
“I told Nick, five only.” James said it emphatically. Then he sent Shawn a sheepish grin. “I might have finished a whisky or two after the fight.”
“And you’re a cop,” Shawn replied, sighing.
“Who’s not gay.”
“Yep, we covered that already.”
James held up a thumb and forefinger with an inch apart. “Except maybe a little.”
Shawn gently pushed the hand down. “Tell me that again in the morning when you’re sober. I want to hear you admit that without the benefit of alcohol.”
James took his clothes off. Every one of them. Shawn tried to look away, but it was like laying out a feast and telling a starving man not to watch. Unlike Shawn, James didn’t have to hop to get into bed, but he did climb on and flop face first. His legs sprawled wide and Shawn enjoyed every second of looking at dusky balls showing below his room-mate’s firm, muscular ass.
“ God .” It took everything in his power to march himself out of the door. He closed it with a shaking hand, then stood another several seconds as he reminded himself of every reason why intimately touching a passed-out drunken cop was a bad move.
Chapter Ten
It wasn’t until Shawn had opened the bathroom door that he realised James hadn’t got up for work. No steam. No soapy freshness. He knocked on the door from the bathroom to the other man’s bedroom. He thought he heard a muffled groan, so he tapped again.
Shawn opened the door to see James pretty much how he’d left him—naked on top of the covers. Except instead of sprawled on his belly, James had rolled in the middle of the night and currently sported some impressive morning wood.
Shawn took a minute to appreciate the view of the thick, straining cock and full, hanging balls between muscled thighs. From this angle he
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