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but he was pretty laid back and easygoing. Most of what they d talked about had been basic,
music and movies, things people chatted about when they didn t really know each other.
He d found out that while Christian pretended to like action and suspense, he knew more
about chick flicks and spoof ball comedies that Tanner himself favored. They both liked
classic rock, though Christian s taste ran more toward the Beatles or the Rolling Stones, and
Tanner s more in the direction of Jimi Hendrix and the Doors. He also noticed that as soon as
the conversation had turned to anything more personal, Christian excused himself for the
night -- more often than not, with a tent prodding against the front of his pants.
Flattering as it was to have someone want him that badly and not do anything about it
out of concern for his health, it was also frustrating as hell. With his body plagued by aches
and pains, he never would have guessed that getting off would be high on his list of
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priorities. He would have been dead wrong. Not being able to do anything about the sexual
tension brewing between him and Christian only seemed to make it that much stronger.
With his left arm in a cast, he couldn t even beat off properly. That hadn t stopped him --
he d made do with his right -- but it hadn t been as good as what he could have accomplished
with his left, or nearly as satisfying as it would ve felt to have Christian do it for him.
Not that getting involved with a former client, no matter how nice they were, would
be very bright. It was probably just as well that nothing had happened between them. This
way, there could be a clean break when he left. He could just thank Christian for his help
and leave it at that, without any lingering expectations to muck things up.
In the process of reaching for the wooden banister, a muffled noise caught Tanner s
attention. He froze and cocked his head to one side, trying to listen and see if he could figure
out where the sound was coming from. When it came again, Tanner was ready for it. He
crept toward the room two doors down from the bathroom, the last one on the right before
the staircase, his curiosity getting the better of him. At first, he thought the door was closed,
but upon closer inspection he found that it was open just a hair, as if someone had entered in
a hurry and failed to make sure the latch caught properly.
With nervous fingers, Tanner reached out and pushed the door open a fraction more.
His lips parted on a silent moan, the sight before him something directly out of his fantasies.
Christian lay spread out crossways on the mattress of a large sleigh bed, one hand
working the long, swollen length of his cock, while the other pinched and plucked at his
nipples. His long legs dangled over the edge, the jeans he d worn earlier hastily bunched
around his tensing thighs. Bare from groin to nipple, a white sleeveless T-shirt was
heedlessly shoved up his torso and gathered under his arms. His face was turned to the wall,
away from where Tanner stood gaping at him through the slit in the door.
Jesus, fuck&
Every muscle in Tanner s body clenched as blood rushed south to fill his groin and
harden his dick. He stared, transfixed by the undulations of Christian s groin as his hips lifted
to push his cock through his fist. The bulbous tip was wet with desire, the veined shaft thick
and glistening with moisture as it slid through the tight grip of Christian s fingers.
Tanner palmed his crotch, rubbing at his erection through the nappy cotton of his
sweatpants. He pressed down against the outline of his dick and felt it pulse under his palm.
Riveted, Tanner watched Christian stroke his meat. His gaze alternated between the
hand gaining speed over Christian s cock and the way Christian twisted his stiff copper-
colored nipples, making them flush a deeper shade of red and bead up against the hard
mounds of his pecs. His broad chest was sprinkled with dark, silky-looking hair that thinned
between his pecs and trailed down over the expanse of his flat stomach. The crown of curls
around the base of his cock was darker, almost black in color and more dense than the rest of
his body hair. Tanner longed to run his fingers through it, to rub his cheek over Christian s
entire body and test the different textures.
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Independent of his brain, Tanner s foot lifted. Before he could complete that first step,
Christian moaned. Tanner froze, watching as Christian s body bucked, his abs tensing and
rippling. The fist Christian had around the upper half of his dick froze and squeezed down.
Pearlescent ropes of cum sprayed through the open ring of Christian s fingers and splashed
the naked breadth of his abs, the final strands losing force and oozing around his fist.
Tanner s heart beat wildly, every pulse resounding in his aching cock. He began to
back up, not wanting to be caught spying on Christian during such a private moment. As he
pivoted and fled -- with the bedroom door unconsciously left open behind him -- the sound
of Christian s deep voice crying out his name echoed in his ears.
* * * * *
Christian s vision of Tanner leaning over him, sucking his cock through swollen,
puckered lips, faded with his orgasm. He sighed and slowly lifted his eyelids. The ceiling
came into focus as his body floated down from the endorphin rush of release and propelled
him back into stark reality. Underneath the smooth, boneless feel of his afterglow, a small
niggling doubt resurfaced, whispering of things he could have -- things he desperately
wanted -- if only he d give in and make a grab for them. Give up his solitary existence, and
make a play for Tanner.
The kid was just down the hall, but he may as well have been a figment of Christian s
imagination. If anything, having Tanner so close, being able to talk with him and spend time
together while not being able to touch him was more torture than before. Things were easier
when all he d had was his memory of their single night together and fantasies of what might
have been -- what would have been possible if he were normal and brave enough to start a
relationship.
Tanner wanted him. That much was apparent in the way his gaze followed Christian
around on the evenings they ate together, the way he stared and licked his lips when
Christian wasn t able to hide how hard he got just from being in the same room with him.
What he wasn t sure of was whether or not Tanner was just horny and looking to score, or if
the kid might want to try for something more.
Pessimism was so deeply ingrained in his psyche, it was hard for Christian to imagine a
positive outcome for them. Second-guessing his wants and needs, trying to balance the two,
and come up with an encouraging conclusion was near impossible. Still, he fought his baser
instincts, wanting to visualize a satisfying ending for Tanner and him. The kid was young --
only twenty to his thirty-two -- but he was bright and hardheaded and so sure of himself. It
was damn hard not to like him. More than like, if Christian was honest with himself.
Tanner had been living under his roof for going on a week, had tried his patience
continually, and nothing untoward had happened. There hadn t been a single flare of his
peculiar curse, not a single scorch mark or bout of smoke. It seemed like, if he was going to
lose his cool and blow up -- hopefully not literally -- he would have done it by now. Lord
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knew, the kid had been a little shit on more than one occasion. Surly as a bear with a thorn
in its paw at times, Tanner had never pushed Christian past the limits of what he could
tolerate.
The kid pushed all his buttons, good and bad. He found it rather ironic that he d gone
from not being able to beat off with any success at all to having to sneak into his bedroom
and jerk before dinner.
Dinner.
Shit.
Christian jolted upright, his gaze jerking toward the bedside clock. 6:15. He was late
with dinner.
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