None of it worked.
The mental image of Colton with someone else kept assaulting my mind, erasing all other thoughts. Some faceless guy tugging his shirt up to mouth at those piercings. Twisting them so that he’d moan and throw his head back, exposing the line of his neck.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
This isn’t happening. I’m not…
When I opened my eyes again, Colton was turning back toward me and using his shirt to wipe at his face again. I nearly choked on my tongue trying to suppress the groan from the second flash of the metal.
“Dude,” he called, still breathless, “You good?”
I blinked,trying to focus. My mouth moved, but my brain was buffering.
“Yeah. Yeah, I just… need a minute.”
I wasn’t any less hard, if anything, I felt like I had a steel pipe between my legs after the additional teasing glimpse. I hunched forward, elbows on my knees, gulping in air while trying to hide the fairly obvious tent in my shorts.
Colton plopped down beside me, offering a water bottle with a look of concern on his face.
Taking it with a shaky ‘Thanks’, I gulped at the liquid trying to cool the fire that raged inside me.
He bumped my shoulder cautiously, “Do you have heat stroke or something?”
I forced a laugh. “Something like that. But I’m good, just needed this,” I shook the bottle lightly.
He smiled slightly, unaware, “I told you I’d wipe the floor with you.”
I gave him a noncommittal grunt in response, gripping the bottle tight.
Because, yeah, he’d wiped the floor with me.
Just… not in the way he realized.
I couldn’t tell you a single thing about the drive home. Not the music. Not the conversation. All I could focus on was making sure Colton didn’t see my half-chub and praying to any deity I could think of it would go away.
And somehow, by the grace of one of them, I made it home without traumatizing either of us.
I’d tried to discreetly shift in the cab of the truck so I could tuck myself in a more manageable position before we made our way inside. Once there, I’d beelined to my room.
My mind was still reeling from everything that had just happened. I mean, rightfully so. I got a fucking boner over aguy’s pierced nipple. Not just any guy. Colton’s. My roommate. My boss’s son. Myfriend.
I dragged a hand down my face, then shoved it into my hair.
Okay, Derek. Walk through this slowly. Assess the facts:
1. You saw Colton’s pierced nipple.
2. You pictured Colton doing some very explicit things with men.
3. You got a boner from it.
4. You weren’t repulsed by those thoughts, at all.
I couldn’t remember a single time in my life that this had happened to me before. I mean, I used to pop wood when the wind blew as a teenager, but this? I hadn’t gotten an erection over a guy before. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t… normal.
I exhaled through my nose, slowly. Tried to calm the rapid-fire of my thoughts.
Therehadto be other straight guys who got turned on by guys once or twice. I bet there were Reddit threads for stuff like that.
