Page 39 of Broken Wheels

He didn’t want to scare Doc off so badly that he didn’t come back.

So then you’re willing to go on with this half-relationship? That’s not at all like you.

That inner voice had nailed him. Dix never hesitated when he wanted someone. He would march up to them, make eye contact, and that was it. If they were amenable, they’d go off and do what bunnies did. If not, he’d find someone else who was interested.

But Doc was different. He had an air about him that made Dix want more.

Lots more.

Dix wanted to wake up in the morning and see Doc’s hair all sleep-rumpled, his eyes not focused yet because his glasses were on the nightstand where he’d left them the night before. He wanted to hear Doc’s whimper when he realized how early it was. Dix wanted to come home and make him dinner, because he knew Doc hadn’t eaten even though Dix had delivered food to him. To remind him that he needed to go to bed at ten, because they had an early meeting the next day. To crawl into bed and have Doc complain about the sub-arctic temperatures Dix kept the room at, then purr when he was pulled in for a cuddle.

Lord, how Dix yearned to fucking cuddle. That was unbelievable in and of itself.

He showered as quickly as he could, being mindful to keep his hands away from his crotch. He couldn’t spend ten minutes in the shower jacking off. Besides, his cock would go down eventually.

Right?

Then the sound of Doc humming reached his ears, and bam. He was hard all over again.

This night is going to kill me.

Josh stared at the door.

What on earth is he sorry about?

He looked at the chair, then the bed, then back to the chair again. It had been a noble gesture on his part, but the more he thought about it, the more tempting the bed became. He could stretch out on it for the duration of Dixon’s shower, just to see if it was as comfortable as it appeared.

And if it is?

Maybe he’d rethink the noble gesture. It was only one night, after all.

He sat on the bed, bouncing experimentally on the mattress. In the bathroom, the sound of running water died, and Josh glanced at the door. Through the gap, he caught a glimpse of the bathroom mirror, and his mouth went dry.

Oh dear Lord.

He spied Dixon in the act of getting out of the shower, and the sight sent heat flushing through him. Josh had seen naked men before, but not one of them was Dixon, and damn it, he wanted to stop looking, but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from those broad shoulders, furry chest, and firm thigh muscles.

Then Dixon reached down and tugged on his penis, and Josh’s own dick reacted. He palmed the stiffening bulge in his pants, unable to look away.

What was it Christopher had said? Something about how much Josh would love his cock? He doubted Christopher’s appendage was any kind of match for Dixon’s. And even if by some miracle his was bigger than Dixon’s, it was Christopher, so… ew.

“Doc?”

Josh jumped, as though Dixon had caught him looking. “Yeah?”

“D’you think you could call room service and see if they have any chamomile tea?”

He blinked. “You like that?” Dixon continued to surprise him.

“Yeah. It helps me relax. And while I might have been yawning my head off downstairs like everyone else, I seem to have gotten my second wind. I need to turn my brain off.”

Josh reached for the phone. “Sure. Calling them now.”

Anything not to keep staring at that gloriously firm body.

Who was he kidding? His attention was focused on Dixon’s thick cock.

Chapter 12

---