Page 41 of Night By Night
It was a comfort, familiar and welcoming, like slipping on a favorite pair of jeans that fit perfectly.
I don’twantto share him with anyone. Not like that.
The show continued playing on, unwatched, as he contemplated that.
Am I feeling…possessive?
That was weird, though, because wouldn’t that mean…
He stared at the ceiling and tried to sortthatout in his head.
He’d felt like this when they were kids, too, but hadn’t really thought about it all that much until now, when viewed through the lens of an adult who’d had romantic relationships in the past.
He didn’t understandwhyhe felt like that, either.
Looking back through his life…the only person he’d ever felt about like that was Dox.
He finally gave up trying to watch the show and set his laptop aside. After another moment he got up, locked the bedroom door, and stretched out in bed again. At least tonight he was reasonably certain JJ wouldn’t wake up and interrupt him. She’d worn herself out today.
Hank didn’t even have any lube. He pulled his boxers down and spit in his palm before stroking his cock.
Mmm.
He tried to quiet his mind but peace wasn’t…there.
While his cock was starting to get interested in the festivities, his brain was still distracted and couldn’t—wouldn’t—settle on any one fantasy to help him get the juices flowing.
Then a memory popped into mind, remembering one of the times he and Dox had jerked off together while watching porn.
His cock twitched and hardened in his hand.
Alllrighty, then.
His mind drifted from that memory to one night when they’d shared a bed together at his house. Nothing weird ever happened between them, but there was one night that had always hung around in the depths his mind, when he’d awakened to find himself pressed firmly against Dox, wrapped around him.
Not back-to-back, either, something that didn’t bother either of them, but spooning around him, Dox’s body warm and firm against his.
And he’d felt slightly horrified to realize his own cock had been rock hard, which he was pretty sure is what had awakened him, because he realized he’d been rubbing against the guy in bed. He’d had to carefully move, terrified Dox would’ve awakened and freaked out over it, and quietly headed to the bathroom, where he’d quickly rubbed one out in stealth mode.
He hadn’t thought about that incident in years, but it was what he was thinking about tonight while he stroked himself, enough pre-cum leaking from his cock to give him better lubrication and allow him to really start stroking.
Fuuuuck…
As his cock exploded and filled his hand with cum, he lay there trying to catch his breath and processing the swirling, confused emotions rolling through him.
He didn’t understand what it meant and wasn’t sure he should.
It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been with another person. That’s my goddamned problem.
As he climbed out of bed to clean up in the bathroom, he knew it was a problem he’d continue to have for the foreseeable future, because he refused to put JJ second…
And he also refused to give up any time with Dox. He’d lost enough time between them.
No way in hell would he sacrifice that friendship. Not for anyone.
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Eliza had gone to work immediately upon the end of the scene and when it was apparent the woman was feeling up to talking. It took her all of five minutes to bring the woman over to where Maddox still sat at the table and now watched another rope scene. She introduced herself as Neem, although Maddox got the distinct impression that was just a scene name, not her real name.
