Chapter 35

He still resisted. Going over there was one thing, what might happen between them made his discomfort worse.

“It can’t happen again.” Not that it should. Curiosity satisfied, now was the time to let go of the urge. One gay encounter didn’t make him homosexual, merely curious, experimental, adventurous. Jay would understand, and—having had what he wanted—maybe his interest was satisfied, too.

“We’ll talk,” Dean said, wanting no such thing. He longed to hear Jay’s voice right enough but moaning and begging. April called him an egomaniac; maybe she knew him too well. Dean hated himself. His cock twitched and his heart started knocking—like an engine. If left unchecked, he feared it might cause severe damage. Did he get off on Jay wanting him? Yes, he did. Wrapped up in all that was the dread of hurting Jay, and taking a path when he knew not where it led.11