his cock complied, and eased back to softness.
He was stretching his hamstrings when he heard the shuffle of feet, close by. Someone coming down the driveway from the back. Doug froze, a flash of panic gripping him.
Cut the crap. If it’s him, you’ll smile and be casual. If it’s Corey, you’ll still smile and be casual. You made this bed. Now lie in it.
Jairo appeared at the corner of the house, his curly dark hair a crazy mess on his head. He focused on the ground as he shuffled down the driveway. His clothes were rumpled, jacket slung over his shoulder. Doug grinned, deciding to have a bit of fun with him.
“Well, well, well,” he said. “Lookit Jairo! Doin’ the walk of shame.”
Jairo jumped, head whipping around. His brown eyes widened when he saw Doug, and he walked over, a scowl forming on his brow. “Doug! What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m stalking you,” Doug said, bending his leg back to stretch his quad. “I followed you and Corey last night. Climbed up that tree right there and watched you guys go at it.”
Jairo’s mouth fell open and his arm dropped, his jacket dragging in the grass. “What?” He looked Doug over, then grinned. “You’re fucking with me. You’re not wearing the same clothes.”
Doug laughed. “Of course I’m fucking with you. How was your night?”
“Doug, what are you doing here?”
“I live here, actually,” he said. “This is my new place.”
“Cut the shit.”
Doug glanced behind him at the front door. “Right there. First floor. That’s me.”
“What?” Jairo laughed. “You’re serious. You live downstairs from Corey.”
“It was as much a surprise to me, believe me. Do you need me to give you a lift home?”
Jairo frowned at the house for a moment, then gave his head a quick shake. He looked exhausted and frazzled. “No, um, I don’t live far from here. Are you going down to the pond?”
“Yeah, gonna go for a run.”
“I’ll walk down with you.”
“Okie dokie.”
Jairo continued to drag his feet and hang his head as they walked down to the pond. When they got there, Doug sat on one of the benches beside the path, and Jairo plopped down next to him with a sigh.
“What’s up with you?” Doug asked. “Your night with Corey not go well?” Sure sounded like it was going well , he wanted to say, but held his tongue.
Jairo perked up. “No, no it went great, actually. Really good. He’s amazing. A little eccentric but...amazing. And the sex.” He looked at Doug. “Holy shit, Doug. This guy. The things he can do with his hands. It’s...magical. And he has the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen . He does this thing where—”
“Ah, ya, ya, I got it,” Doug said, holding a hand up. “I get the picture.”
Jairo chuckled. “Sorry. It’s just been a while since I’ve met someone that hot.”
“I’m glad you had fun. So why do you look like someone ran over your grandmother?”
Jairo’s huge smile slid, and he pursed his lips. “Everything went great. After, you know, the sex, he told me I could spend the night, which I thought was encouraging. We exchanged numbers. He said he’d call me, yadda yadda. So I woke up this morning when I heard his roommate get home and go into the shower. Suddenly Corey sits up, hears the shower, and basically shoves me out of bed. He told me I had to leave, because Stewart was home, and Saturday morning was their time.”
Doug said nothing, but a fist of jealous twisted in his gut.
“Do you think that’s weird?” Jairo asked. “I suppose he’s just one of those guys that wants you out of there the next morning, so he made up some lame excuse.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
So Corey hadn’t told Jairo about Stewart. Jairo still thought Stewart was just Corey’s roommate . Doug felt bad for him, but figured it wasn’t his place to say anything. He’d only known Jairo a few hours longer than he’d known Stewart, it wasn’t like they were besties and he owed him his undying
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