“Yeah,” he whispered. “It’s nice to feel wanted.”
I laid there for a minute, looking down at him, allowing myself to feel the skin of his arms, the soft hair on my fingertips.
Then I bent, pressed my lips to his for one long, lingering kiss, just for me this time, and forced myself to roll off of him.
My body practically screamed at the loss. My cock ached, but I reached down, squeezing it to relieve the pressure and then let go, determined to go back to being a good boy.
“What’s wrong?” Kamran slurred.
I shut my eyes.
“You shouldn’t need to let me get on top of you just so you can feel wanted.”
“But—”
“It’s not really what you want, right? You’re straight. And lonely. I get it. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
He didn't say anything. Deep inside, he probably knew I was right. For a second there, I’d almost forgotten the current situation. It was hard not to get swept up in the kisses you’d wanted for ages.
“Here,” I said, because I still felt bad about turning him down. I reached toward him. When my hand found his under the covers, he gripped it like I was about to pull him out of a high tide. Like my hand in his alone could save him.
Neither of us said anymore.
SEVEN
Kamran
“Hey!” someone shouted behind me.
I jerked back from the machine I was about to open, heart jumping as I swiveled around to see my supervisor, Jim, rushing toward me, looking pale.
“What the hell?” I asked as he reached me.
“You didn't turn the damn thing off!” he shouted.
He gave me a look and then reached past me to hit the machine’s switch before turning to face me like I had almost jumped into traffic.
I looked at the large power press, suddenly feeling sick.
“That could have sucked you in, man,” he chastised, placing a hand on his heart. “You didn't even disconnect the fucking power.Where is your head?”
I couldn’t even draw him a map.
“Not here, that's for fucking sure,” I grumbled. “Sorry man.”
He still had his hand to his heart, his red face coming back to a normal color now that crisis had been averted.
“I need to get some air then I'll come back to it.”
He nodded.
“Yeah, go have a smoke or something. Come back when you're thinking straight.”
I patted his shoulder as I passed.
“Thanks Jim.”
I hadn't smoked in years, but Jim didn't know that and for some reason, the way he'd said it, like it would ground me made me think thatyes, having a smoke would be a great fucking idea.
