His eyes widen for a moment. "Oh. Okay."
"I was thinking about how we almost kissed at Howie's the other day, and it's probably because it's been a while since I've gotten laid, but that really turned me on."
Court slides his plate to the side. "It, um, really turned me on, too. I've gotten off a few times thinking about how hot you looked when you flexed for me."
"Really?"
He nods firmly. "Really."
"What…what does this mean?"
"I'm not sure." He pushes his chair back from the table, and with the way he's sitting, legs angled out in a wide V, I can clearly see the outline of his bulge through his gray sweatpants.
I scoot back in my chair. Court's eyes roam down my body. I'm still wearing my navy station pants so he can't really see what's going on underneath them.
But that seems to be okay. It's my biceps that are holding his interest. I trace my fingers along my black polo, circling my pecs, before stretching out my arms.
"Run your fingers over your arms," Court instructs. There’s a huskiness to his voice I’ve never heard before.
I have no idea what is happening right now—maybe there's been a glitch in the system, and we've been plucked from reality and cast in a cheesy porno?—but I flex to make my bicep extra big and slide my hand over it.
"That's so fucking hot," he moans, palming his bulge.
"Pull down your sweats," I murmur, not wanting to be the only one putting on a show here.
Court's eyes flick to mine, lit up with mischief. And something else. Something that's never been there in all the crazy adventures we've been on over the years. He lifts his hips off the chair and tugs his sweatpants down his legs, leaving them bunched behind his knees.
His white briefs are already soaked with signs of arousal.
I want them off…eventually.
But as someone who grew up loving eyeing off the men's underwear section of J.Crew catalogs, I'm happy for them to stay on.
For the moment.
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I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs to take them off.
"Don't." Buzz stops me in my tracks, his voice gravel-thick and low. "Keep 'em on but keep touching yourself."
"Uh, okay."
My heart is pounding so hard I can feel the drumbeat in my throat, my mind struggling to process how a normal, run-of-the-mill Thursday-night dinner turned intothis.
I for sure thought something bad had happened at work.
From the moment he stepped into the apartment, he seemed frazzled. I was relieved nothing bad had happened, and when he confessed he got sprung jerking off over me, it stirred a fire that's been burning inside of me for so many years.
It doesn't mean he loves me. It doesn't mean he wants to be with me. But it does confirm there is a physical attraction between us.
And for now, I'll grab that…with both hands.
I play with my cock and balls through the material of my briefs, which only makes me leak even more. Buzz is transfixed. His arms have fallen to his sides, which is kind of a shame since I was enjoying the gun show, but I get that it's a weird position to hold for long.
Unlike me rubbing myself at the dining table. Nothing weird about that at all.
