Page 29 of Hidden Desires
Blade let out a breath, then slowly turned and gazed into the soft brown eyes of the boy who created the chaos storming around inside his head.
“I’m not making anything weird,” he argued, turning back toward the target and pulling another one of his knives out of the belt he had wrapped around his waist.
But he was. He was making it weird and awkward.
He blamed the Fourth of July, two years ago, to be exact. It was during that afternoon barbecue, hosted by Marcus and Ace, when everything went wrong.
Orchanged.
Or… he didn’t know.
Ace had been suntanning on a lounge chair in nothing but a Speedo when Blade first noticed it.
Thechubin his jeans.
It had never been there before. In all the years that Blade had known Marcus and his stepbrother, he had never once felt a desire to shove his face between the guy’s ass cheeks and feast on his tiny, little hole.
Was it tiny?
He wasn’t sure.
Given all the men he had caught Ace fucking over the years, he was pretty sure it wasn’t that tiny and that the boy could take a pounding.
Blood filled his cock.
Fuck, get a grip on yourself.
How was he going to claim to be straight, yet pop a massive boner in front of the guy who gave it to him?
Kind of like that hand job the other night?
Fuck, that had been one of the hottest things he had ever experienced.
He wanted to believe that it was all because of the alcohol, but the truth of it was that he wanted to do a whole lot more with Ace than just a hand job.
“No. Avoiding me for two days, and now throwing knives at a ratty piece of wood istotallynormal behavior,” Ace said in one of his sarcastic, mouthy tones.
The boy stopped beside him and placed his hands on his hips.
The guy didn’t realize how much “Annoyed Ace” really turned him on. Even “Angry Ace” got his cock thick and his testosterone pumping.
“I like my knives,” Blade answered, pulling his arm back, then whipping the three-inch blade at the target ahead of him.
The damn thing bounced off the board and landed on the concrete below the board.
Bastard.
“Yeah, that’s a whole other issue that we need to unpack at some other point in time. Nobody should be as obsessed with sharp objects as you are.”
Blade tried not to smile.
Ace glanced around the area outside the back of the bar, presumably to see if anyone was around.
“Look, so I gave you a little hand job the other day. Big fuckin’ deal. Loads of straight guys exchange bro jobs with their buddies, and that doesn’t mean that they are gay. Plus, we were drinking. I don’t know about you, but I get incredibly horny when I’m drinking, and your dick was the first one available.”
The right corner of Blade’s lips refused to take orders and lifted up slightly in an attempted smile.
“I’ll have to remember that the next time I see you drinking a beer. Warn the nearest cock that he might end up inside your mouth or hand.” Now he really couldn’t fight it.
