when it returned toward his chest.
The weights fell and crashed with a loud clang. Several gym members looked his way. Their expressions were clearly those that despised someone who was too inexperienced to use the equipment they were trying to use for their work out.
Fuck them , Evan thought while he ignored their disapproving glares and fought to catch his breath.
Why the memory of Malone’s concerned face made him falter with the weights was beyond him. It wasn’t like he was gay and attracted to the man. Evan froze at the thought when he leaned forward to sit up from his semi-reclined position.
The memory of that lip lock, the aggression he used against Malone’s lips and how they felt against his own slammed into him so hard that he gasped. His hand rose and rubbed against his chest of its own accord and his cock started to harden.
The feeling of Malone’s mouth against his was not only foreign, but erotic as hell. The memory played out and as confused and embarrassed as Evan felt, there was one thing he was sure he remembered accurately. Malone had kissed him back.
What. The. Fuck? Evan mentally cursed at not only the memory and the revelation about Malone, but at his body’s sudden reaction.
Quickly, he pulled his tank top down in an attempt to hide his sudden hard-on. He didn’t know why he was hard and he knew that it was fucked up that he was getting aroused over kissing a man. He wasn’t gay. Plain and simple. He didn’t like guys and never thought about guys sexually. He didn’t have any problem with homosexuals, unlike his father. His father refused to believe that gay men were real men. Evan had yet to meet a man he respected more than his father, but steadfastly disagreed with his father when it can to his opinions on gays. Not that their difference in opinion mattered now.
I was traumatized. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing , Evan told himself. I am not responsible for what I did. It was just a reaction from being traumatized from the shit I seen on shift. Evan reassured himself and breathed a sigh of relief when his erection receded so he could finally stand up from the workout bench.
Normally, Evan would hit two more stations to finish his upper body workout, but now all he wanted to do was escape the gym. So, he did just that.
He forced his mind to stay focused on his feet hitting the sidewalk while he jogged the miles back to his house. Once there, he showered and changed into another pair of workout shorts and a T-shirt.
Evan made himself lunch and channel surfed while he ate his turkey on rye. He had just stopped channel surfing on a rerun of the Big Bang Theory when his cell phone chirped to notify him of an incoming text message.
He frowned at his phone because no one actually had his number. His father had died in a plane crash when he was nineteen and he had no siblings. In fact, the only place he had ever listed his number was on his application for the Fire Academy and his HR paperwork with TFD.
Has to be the captain, Evan thought and tried not to get pissed that the man felt he needed to check up on him.
Evan picked up his phone off the shitty end table and swiped the dark screen to wake the damn thing up. He tapped the text message icon and only one number, an unknown number, was in the list with a little red dot surrounding the number one to tell him he had a message.
He frowned at the screen and forcefully pressed his thumb down on the number to open the message. Evan fully expected to see sympathetic words from Captain Stevenson. However, that was not what he saw it all.
“You are stronger than you realize and with my love you are invincible.”
“What the fuck?”
Evan stared at his screen and had no idea what to make of the message. After staring at the text for a few minutes, he decided the person who sent the message had the wrong number. He didn’t reply because he just couldn’t be bothered. Instead, he watched Sheldon’s geeky antics and let the
The weights fell and crashed with a loud clang. Several gym members looked his way. Their expressions were clearly those that despised someone who was too inexperienced to use the equipment they were trying to use for their work out.
Fuck them , Evan thought while he ignored their disapproving glares and fought to catch his breath.
Why the memory of Malone’s concerned face made him falter with the weights was beyond him. It wasn’t like he was gay and attracted to the man. Evan froze at the thought when he leaned forward to sit up from his semi-reclined position.
The memory of that lip lock, the aggression he used against Malone’s lips and how they felt against his own slammed into him so hard that he gasped. His hand rose and rubbed against his chest of its own accord and his cock started to harden.
The feeling of Malone’s mouth against his was not only foreign, but erotic as hell. The memory played out and as confused and embarrassed as Evan felt, there was one thing he was sure he remembered accurately. Malone had kissed him back.
What. The. Fuck? Evan mentally cursed at not only the memory and the revelation about Malone, but at his body’s sudden reaction.
Quickly, he pulled his tank top down in an attempt to hide his sudden hard-on. He didn’t know why he was hard and he knew that it was fucked up that he was getting aroused over kissing a man. He wasn’t gay. Plain and simple. He didn’t like guys and never thought about guys sexually. He didn’t have any problem with homosexuals, unlike his father. His father refused to believe that gay men were real men. Evan had yet to meet a man he respected more than his father, but steadfastly disagreed with his father when it can to his opinions on gays. Not that their difference in opinion mattered now.
I was traumatized. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing , Evan told himself. I am not responsible for what I did. It was just a reaction from being traumatized from the shit I seen on shift. Evan reassured himself and breathed a sigh of relief when his erection receded so he could finally stand up from the workout bench.
Normally, Evan would hit two more stations to finish his upper body workout, but now all he wanted to do was escape the gym. So, he did just that.
He forced his mind to stay focused on his feet hitting the sidewalk while he jogged the miles back to his house. Once there, he showered and changed into another pair of workout shorts and a T-shirt.
Evan made himself lunch and channel surfed while he ate his turkey on rye. He had just stopped channel surfing on a rerun of the Big Bang Theory when his cell phone chirped to notify him of an incoming text message.
He frowned at his phone because no one actually had his number. His father had died in a plane crash when he was nineteen and he had no siblings. In fact, the only place he had ever listed his number was on his application for the Fire Academy and his HR paperwork with TFD.
Has to be the captain, Evan thought and tried not to get pissed that the man felt he needed to check up on him.
Evan picked up his phone off the shitty end table and swiped the dark screen to wake the damn thing up. He tapped the text message icon and only one number, an unknown number, was in the list with a little red dot surrounding the number one to tell him he had a message.
He frowned at the screen and forcefully pressed his thumb down on the number to open the message. Evan fully expected to see sympathetic words from Captain Stevenson. However, that was not what he saw it all.
“You are stronger than you realize and with my love you are invincible.”
“What the fuck?”
Evan stared at his screen and had no idea what to make of the message. After staring at the text for a few minutes, he decided the person who sent the message had the wrong number. He didn’t reply because he just couldn’t be bothered. Instead, he watched Sheldon’s geeky antics and let the
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