Page 110 of The Waiting Game

It was every wet dream Jonah had ever had about his best friend. Every guilty, furtive jerk-off session but magnified by a thousand. In his wildest fantasies Jonah had never imagined it being like this.

When Jonah had agreed to this stupid fake engagement, he’d hoped their chemistry would fall flat instead of being electric the way it was in his head.

Well, that idea had officially been blown to smithereens. And they hadn’t even touched.

“Fuck!” Jonah muttered under his breath. He was so screwed.

He looked around for tissues to clean up with but the only ones were in the bathroom. In the past, he wouldn’t have hesitated to knock on the door, then stick his head in to grab something he needed from the bathroom while Felix was showering, but there was no way he was going to do that now.

Annoyed, Jonah found his discarded boxers, then used them to mop up the sticky, drying cum on his chest and abs. He made a face at the way it clung to the fine hairs there, then gave up.

He’d just have to shower after Felix was done.

Truthfully, if Felix were any other guy Jonah had just gotten off with, Jonah would probably invite himself into the shower to join him but now …

God, Jonah didn’t know what to think.

Did Felix regret it? Was he weirded out by what happened?

How could Jonah have been so fucking stupid?

Jonah glanced at the clock and shook his head. He’d thought he’d been so careful about timing things too. He’d guiltily hurried through his conversation with his grandmother to give himself more than enough time to jerk off before Felix got back.

Why hadn’t he at least used the stupid deadbolt?

But why had Felix gotten back so early anyway?

Had he not gone to the meeting at all? Jonah hated to doubt him but he always took at least two hours, if not more. Felix had his meeting, talked to some of the regulars over free cookies, then he and Ismael discussed stuff over coffee.

Of course Felix hadn’t met with Ismael tonight since they were in Montreal right now. If he’d talked to his sponsor tonight, it had been over the phone.

Jonah had factored that in.

But Jonah mentally smacked himself in the forehead for not considering the fact that Felix wouldn’t have known anyone at the meeting. He probably hadn’t lingered, even to get free cookies.

Jonah really was an idiot.

Annoyed with himself and suddenly, uncomfortably aware he was sitting naked on the bed with porn still queued up on his tablet and cum-soaked boxers clutched in his hand, Jonah rose to his feet.

He stuck the still-damp underwear in his laundry bag and slipped on sweats. He’d shower after Felix was done in the bathroom, then they’d talk.

They had to talk.

As much as Jonah was tempted to ignore this and pretend like nothing had happened, he couldn’t. There was too much at stake here. He cared too much for Felix to risk messing this up.

It would be awkward, sure.

But they’d talked about weirder things in their lives.

The shower was still running though so Jonah gave a mental shrug and sat on the bed again.

Face a little warm, he closed the video on his tablet and turned it off, then found his earbuds where they were tangled in the covers.

Jonah yawned as he stuck them in the case to charge.

Shit, the night was catching up to him.

The exhaustion of the game and the orgasm made his eyelids heavy as he slid under the covers and lay back.

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