Pulling on his jeans, Alex grabbed the dirty
bedding and trotted down the stairs into the kitchen. “Dave?” he
called out.
No one answered. Thank God. The last
thing he needed was to face his roommate with a fist full of
come-stained sheets. Even alone, the bundle in his hand embarrassed
him; angrily he shoved the bedding into the washing machine. With a
violent twist of the knob he turned the machine on, pouring a
liberal dose of detergent onto the blankets. It disgusted him he
had even thoughtof Jamie like that, that his body
betrayedhim while he slept, getting hard and coming when he
wasn’t even aware of it. He hated that he dreamed of Jamie, dreamed
of having sexwith him, because even if the kid was
hot, even if he talked a good game and knew how to whore himself
like Father Nate said he did, Alex wasn’t like that.Alex
didn’t like guys like that, who were only interested in sex and not
much else. He didn’t need someone that shallow at all.