Page 11 of Winter Ends
I tried not to dwell on it. It wasn’t any of my business other than knowing that Chase’s friend was upset. Maybe he was checking in on him?
My feet carried me to the parking lot, and I turned on my car. The windows had iced over and I grabbed the scraper and removed what I could from my windshield while my vehiclewarned up. If there was anything about winter that I didn’t like, it was that I couldn’t just get in my car and go.
The soulful whiskey tones of Matt Meason floated over my speaker system when I finally climbed into the warm interior. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I let the words of the song wash over me. It was some sort of song about how everyone had problems, and I wanted to snort at the irony of it all.
The drive home was quick and once I parked and entered my building, I kept thinking back to the way Daniel’s arm had felt in my grasp. He was thin, with the barest hint of muscle. The guy knew how to take care of himself. It was a lie to say I hadn’t noticed how he was built all the times I’d touched him when he would have rather me not…
My jacket hit the ground as I walked deeper into the apartment. My mother would have a heart attack if she saw me just leave it there like that, but those dark brown eyes and the way they swirled with so much hate and resentment consumed my mind. All directed at me. My breathing picked up as I approached the bedroom and I kicked off my shoes as I entered the space.
This was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
The second my back hit the mattress, my fingers worked my belt and pants open, and my hand dove inside. My groan was low and guttural, filling the room around me, the only sound punctuating just how fucked up it was that I was jerking off, thinking about the guy who couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as me.
My shaft was hard and warm in my hand, smooth. My toes curled against the carpet as I dragged my fist along the length to swirl around the tip. When my eyes slammed closed, all I could picture was that shaggy brown hair and how good Daniel wouldlook if he were kneeling between my thighs as my hand worked faster.
Fuck.
Pre-cum oozed from my tip and I dragged it down my length as the fantasy played out behind my eyelids. Daniel wouldn’t be delicate or gentle with me. He’d rip my pants to my ankles before taking me between his lips and sucking me down.
My hand was a blur, working faster, causing my wrist to cramp. My free hand dipped behind my balls, fondling them in time with my thrusts, causing my hips to lift from the bed. The faster I worked myself over, the shorter my breaths became. It was only a matter of time before I leapt over the edge.
“You’re such an asshole.”
Words of truth. And it shouldn’t have been what shoved me over the edge, but even thinking about it and knowing that this was what I was doing. That it was Daniel’s face in my mind while I pleasured myself…
I was done.
Sticky cum coated my fingers as I rode out my orgasm, panting to catch my breath.Holy.Shit.
When all was said and done, I sat up quickly, grabbing for a dirty t-shirt that sat on the edge of my bed. I wiped down quickly before making my way to the bathroom to clean up properly.
I had bigger problems. How the hell was I going to convince Daniel to come on this trip, and how the fuck was I going to keep this growing obsession with him under wraps?
“He’s not coming.”
“Bullshit. I’m not taking no for an answer.” My arms crossed over my chest as I pressed the phone to my ear. Chase had tried talking some sense into Daniel, but he wasn’t having much luck convincing him to come for the trip, either.
“I’m telling you, man. Just let it be.”
I shook my head. Chase would kill me if he knew where I was right now. We were a week away from the trip as it was, a couple of days before Christmas, and my stalker ass was standing outside of Daniel’s apartment building. Yeah, I looked up his address. Sue me.
The place was a dump. Homeless people lined the sidewalk and the air stank of piss. I knew Seattle had its rougher parts, but this guy walked back to this place every time he got off shift. Sometimes that was at two in the morning. It said something about his character that he felt safe doing that, but I sure as hell must have been a privileged douchebag if I couldn’t even begin to wrap my head around it.
“I told you, if this was for me, I’d drop it. It’s for our friend, so he’s coming.” Before Chase could argue, I disconnected the call and shoved my phone back into my pocket.
A man sitting on the stoop of the building blinked at me as I approached and I gave him a smile and a small wave. I frowned when I saw the front door of the building propped open. At least the leasing office was right inside, and there was a security guard standing there. I wasn’t sure how much good it did, as the guy didn’t bother to stop me as I walked straight to the stairs and up the three flights to Daniel’s apartment. Maybe I didn’t look threatening?
Now that I stood in front of apartment three twenty, my palms grew sweaty. I’d been brave until this point. How pissed was he going to be that I turned up here?
Instead of talking myself out of it, I raised my hand and knocked.
Nothing. Not a peep from inside.
Maybe he wasn’t home?
I stood there for a moment longer before knocking again.
