Free Bitten By Mistake by Annabelle Jacobs

supporting him. As he’d discovered earlier, Nathan subscribed to all the channels, and Jared flicked on the TV and found some hot boy-on-boy action easily enough.
    Soft moans filtered out of the speakers, followed by the slap of skin on skin. Jared watched, one hand shoving his jogging bottoms and underwear out of the way, the other pushing his T-shirt up. His cock lay rigid against his belly; the thought of what he was about to do enough to get him turned on.
    The guys on screen were going at it hard, one pinned over the back of the sofa as the other pulled almost all the way out then slammed back in. Jared bit his lip and hurried to squirt a generous amount of lube into his palm.
    The guy being fucked moaned loudly, his head tipped back, and reached down to wrap a hand around his cock. Jared hurried to do the same. God, that felt good. The firm slick press of his palm pushed everything else to the back of his mind. The tight grip of his fingers made his breath hitch, and Jared pushed up into his fist, thrusting in time with the grunts on the TV. What he wouldn’t give for one of his own toys right then—filling his arse while he brought himself off.
    Fumbling with the lube again, he slicked his other hand, brought his knees up, and— oh God . The angle was awkward, but so worth it when two fingers slipped inside. The sounds on the TV faded into the background as Jared pumped his dick and fucked himself on his fingers, pushing them in and out until his back arched and he came with a choked-off cry. Thank Christ the bedroom was soundproof or else the whole building would have heard it.
    He glanced up in time to see the guy on screen pull out and shoot all over the other’s arse, come trickling down between his cheeks. Jared gave his cock another stroke, drawing one last shudder as he came down from his orgasm, then collapsed back against the pillows.
    Maybe now he was relaxed enough to watch a film.
     
     
    Four hours and two films later, the bedroom door swung open, startling Jared out of his doze. He’d cleaned up and put the lube back in the drawer and now lay sprawled fully dressed on top of the quilt, one hand clutched to his chest. “Shit, you scared me.”
    Nathan looked abashed. “Sorry. I forget that you can’t hear the front door from in here. There’s a security camera over—” He took two steps into the room and promptly froze, his gaze flicking from Jared to the bedside cabinet and back again. His expression went from contrite to smug in a heartbeat. “Have fun while I was out?”
    Bollocks. Of course he’d be able to smell it.
    Jared wanted to slap himself. He tried to look as nonchalant as possible. “I was bored. And you can wipe that look off your face. It had nothing to do with you, obviously, since you weren’t even here.”
    Undeterred, Nathan smiled wider and walked over to sit on the bed. Jared shuffled farther away just to be contrary. “Ah,” he said as he pulled open the bedside drawer and took a deep breath. “You used my favourite lube.”
    Jared huffed. “Unfortunate coincidence.”
    “If you say so.” Nathan reached in and selected one of the dildos—a realistic-looking purple one that had caught Jared’s eye earlier. Nathan held it aloft for Jared to see. “This is my favourite too. Did you imagine me using it?” His voice was low, silky smooth, and he glanced over at Jared, dark blue eyes pinning him in place.
    “Nope.” Jared swallowed and looked away, fiddling with the hem of his T-shirt as though he couldn’t care less about the picture Nathan painted.
    “Are you sure?” Nathan ran his fingers up and down the silicone shaft, and Jared watched out the corner of his eye, unable to look away. “Did the thought of me fucking myself with this get you off? Maybe you wanted to do it… slick it up nice and wet and push it into my tight arse. Give it to me hard and rough, just—”
    “Oh my God, will you stop.” Jared rolled onto his side to shield his traitorously