Chapter Six
Maddox drove home, his mind thick with memories and hopes and subtle disappointments that he knew were all about him and had nothing to do with Hank.
Does it make me a horrible person to be glad he’s single?
Because it felt like it did.
It also felt like being glad Hank was alone so Maddox could make every excuse in the world to go see him might not make him the best person.
Might make his reasons…suspect.
Well, damn right they were. He wanted Hank to himself for a while. Sure, he had acquaintances, between St. Pete and Sarasota, but he seriously didn’t have any friends, now that he could honestly compare Hank to the others.
Tonight had been amazing, to Maddox, anyway. Literally felt like they hadn’t spent any time apart.
Andfuck, the man was gorgeous.
He’d never admit it, but he’d saved the latest picture Hank had posted to Facebook to his phone so he could look at it whenever he wanted to.
Because…damn.
Having heard about the various jobs Hank had done in the years since high school, most of them in construction, it was no wonder the man was in such damn good shape.
When he lay down to go to bed he couldn’t sleep, his mind racing, imagination spinning out impossible fantasies. The only good thing right now about Hank’s situation was when Maddox had asked him if he was dating, or had left anyone behind, or if he wanted Maddox to introduce him around, Hank had said the last thing on his mind right now was dating. That even if he’d been interested in dating, he didn’t have the time or energy for it.
That all he wanted, for now, was friendship.
Specifically, rebuildingtheirfriendship.
Finally, Maddox grabbed the bottle of lube he kept in the nightstand drawer and squirted some in his palm. Fisting his cock, he closed his eyes and adjusted his fantasy, now knowing how adult Hank looked and sounded.
How it’d felt hugging him.
The catch in Hank’s breath as his emotions got the better of him.
How his blue eyes looked as gorgeous as he remembered them being when they were younger.
Fuuuuck.
It was the thought of Hank’s blue eyes that really tipped him toward the edge and sent him closer to climax. He slowed his strokes, squeezing the base of his cock and letting himself cool down for a moment.
In a perfect world he’d be able to put the guy over his lap for a spanking that would turn his ass and the backs of his legs a gorgeous shade of red before he fucked the man’s outstandingly tight ass.
With a gasp he came, ropes of hot jizz squirting through his fingers as his balls emptied.
The sound of his ragged breathing filled the room even as his pulse surged and pounded in his ears before fading again.
I’m screwed. I’m sooooo fucking screwed.
He knew there was no way he could ever walk away from Hank. Not as a friend, and damn sure not for any woman.
Not right now.
Not until he somehow forced himself to come to peace with the fact that his fantasies would always remain just that.
* * * *
Tuesday morning, when Maddox awoke he already had a text from Hank.
