“Damn!” He bangs his fist down on the sink, stifling a cry of pain.
“Jesse, you okay?”
Trey…worry coloring his voice, Trey who, out of nowhere, turns out to be his savior, Trey, who cares about him, when Jesse deserves none of it. His life has been made up of failure after failure. Jesse has never hated himself the way he does right now. On top of that, there is now someone who is probably jealous of him getting close to Trey, someone who hates him so much he had no qualms in beating him up. What’s next? Is that someone going to kill him? Jesse unbuttons his jeans and lets them slide off his hips, his ribs protesting at the movement.
“Jesse?” Trey’s voice is louder now as Jesse cries out. “Let me in, Jess.”
Oh no. No way. Jesse looks down at his treacherous cock. Just the sound of Trey’s voice has him aroused. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jesse undresses quickly, trying to ignore that feeling low down in his belly.
“I’m okay. I’m just going to take a shower.”