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Yeah, seems I’m fooling myself. Seems that this forbidden thing may be a little more than obsession.

Chapter Thirteen

Silas

Iwill behave like the mature man I am when I get home. I will not stare at Everly’s ass when he walks in the door, and I will not touch my dick when he bends over.

I will not.

I refuse.

But it seems my eyeballs and hands are staging a revolt because they’re wandering to places they should not be going. It doesn’t help that Everly’s jeans are hanging down low and he’s not wearing underwear. His ass crack is showing, all sleek and smooth. I want to run my tongue up it.

“How was your day?” Everly asks, bending down to shuffle through his bag. He’s doing this on purpose. He’s giving me a long-drawn-out view of his ass. He knows exactly what’s going on with me right now.

I glance down at my cock and sigh, placing a throw pillow over my lap.

I will not lust.

“Fine,” I say and then ask, “Yours?”

“Meh, same. Saw my dad,” he tells me as he stands up and walks toward me. My dick pushes into the pillow with extreme force, wanting to burst through the stuffing.

“How was it?”

“Good,” he says, lowering himself down far too close to me. There is a whole couch and he sits right next to me. Honestly.

He leans back and spreads his arms out, placing one behind me. But that’s not what I’m focused on. I’m focused on his crotch. His dick.

It’s half hard.

At this rate, there’s a nine percent chance I will remain professional and mature.

“There is an entire couch, you know,” I grumble, and Everly turns toward me, his dirty-blond hair flopping onto his forehead. I have to dig my fingers into the pillow to keep from reaching out.

“Yeah, but I like it fine right here.”

I huff and then try to scoot over, but really can’t manage more than an inch. And when I do, he just spreads his legs wider and knocks into mine.

I’m set ablaze.

“Man,” he says, pulling up his shirt and scratching at his chest. It’s unfair really. He’s putting me in the most dire of situations. I start to sweat, my face and dick leaking. This is preposterous.

I am an adult. I have restraint.

“Do you mind if I jack off?” he asks, and my eyes nearly bug out of my head.

“What?” I ask, since I’m positive I’m hallucinating.

“I’ve had a long day and want to get off. Is that cool?”

Of course it’s not cool. It’s ridiculous. I will not have him pulling his dick out and masturbating in my living room.

“Fine. It’s fine.”

He grins and then reaches down, pulling his thick, veiny dick out, and starts to stroke it. I will not stare at it like a man in heat. I am mature.

“You can do it too, you know. Just two bros, jerking it after a long day.”

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