Chapter 26

The door swung open to a room bathed in pale light filtering through insubstantial, ill-drawn curtains. A gap allowed in light from a streetlamp but Dean paid it attention for only a second, his focus the main event.

Jay lay naked in the middle of the bed. His loose hair spread over his face providing a wild dark shroud. His eyes were closed, a detail backed up by the fact he didn’t yell or bounce off the mattress. Just as well. Men might be a little more open about masturbation than women often were, but not many men welcomed an interruption like this. Though the best thing to do was to back out of the room, Dean stood mesmerised by the sight of Jay’s right hand wrapped around a solid penis.

Grip motionless, but firm.