I was pushing off my shoes as William appeared.Smiling, a wolfish sort of smile; a smile that spoke of anticipation, and need, and of a trap so well set, your prey willingly stumbled into it a second time.
“Hey, Oli.You look good.”
His stare was predatory, too.Hungry.
“So do you.Thanks for having me over again.”
He chuckled.“When I saw your name pop up, I couldn’t resist.But I wouldn’t want to flatter your ego too much by explaining why.”
I grinned back at him.He really was attractive, my lopsided memory of the first time hadn’t conjured that detail up.Barely covered by a loose, sleeveless shirt - the wide arm holes gaping to reveal smooth skin - and shorts.Gym-wear, basically, for the sort of gym where being watched is as important as working out.
“Maybe I can encourage a few complimentary words out of you tonight,” I suggested.
Another laugh.“You want a drink?”
I glanced toward the bedroom.Imagining what I’d be able to see, were my eyes capable of peeling back the wall.Who I’d see.
“And keep him waiting?”
William licked his lips.“The anticipation might be good for him.”
I took a step forward; gratified that he made no move to back away.When I ran my hand down the curve of his ass, I could feel the straps of the jock through the clinging shorts.
“I think I’m anticipating enough for all of us,” I murmured.
It was a pleased smile; the sort which recognizes a compliment.
He led me by the hand, into the bedroom.
My memory had gone light on detail, sketching in a big bed and the chair across the room, and little else.Ignoring the nice lamp, and the other furniture, and the soft gray of the sheets, as it prioritized the parts I’d instinctively known I’d want to return to over and over again.
Even this second time, my eyes were drawn like magnets to the corner.
White t-shirt, gray sweatpants.Flynn’s feet bare on the rug.The leather gag of last time was gone, a tight black mask that covered his nose and mouth in its place.Hugging the contours of his lips.
His eyes flared in recognition, as I was guided to the center of the room.
“Let me.”William’s fingers were already reaching for my shirt, tugging at the buttons.Baring my chest, inches at a time.
I stood, arms hanging by my sides, as he undressed me.Watching Flynn, wishing there was some way I could dip into his brain to understand his reaction.Know what was going on behind that near-inhuman stillness.
“You’re so sexy,” William purred, easing the shirt off me and pawing at my chest.Fingers stroking down my belly, to tug at my belt.
It was performance, I knew it was.Staged and barely for my benefit, as he pulled down my jeans.As soon as I stepped out of them, William pushed his face into my crotch; I could feel the vibrations of his satisfied groan.
I wanted to know what noise Flynn would make, as he yanked down my underwear.Whether it’d be the same hiss of triumph that his boyfriend made, as he stood again and molded himself to my side.
Erection pressed into my leg, he reached down and hefted me in his hand.As though he was serving me up on a platter.
“Damn, look at this fucking cock.”
He was staring at me while he said it, but I knew the words were for his boyfriend.The one who was struggling to hold my gaze, his eyes flitting down to my crotch and then bouncing back up again.Over and over, as William manhandled me.
A fist, stroking down my length.Catching and smearing the drool that’d been threatening to spill from my tip, onto the rug.
“Look how fat it is, babe.”William’s voice practically a purr, thoroughly delighted with the evening’s toy.“It’s so fuckin’ hard.I just know it’s gonna feel incredible.”
I could see Flynn’s breathing growing faster, his fingers tightening on the arms of the chair.Wondered whether that was from what he could see, now, or what his partner was telling him he planned to do with it all.