Bad Idea (Stonewall Investigations Miami 1)

And then there was the kiss that Fox and I shared. The initial kiss that threw the lit match onto the tinder in my chest was still tingling on my lips. In a way that none of my kisses with any female ever did… And my body’s reaction to Fox’s was another giveaway.

Just thinking about that man, standing out there with his massive cock in hand, got my own dick hard in seconds.

Another splash of water. I had to get out of the bathroom before Fox started to think I had drowned myself.

I opened the door and stepped out, heading toward the living room. I expected to see him still standing there naked, waiting for me to drop down to my knees. The idea made me nervous and excited and really fucking horny.

Instead, though, Fox had put on his black briefs and a tank top and was sitting down on the edge of the sofa bed, which was already set up and looked ready to go, a pale yellow quilt spread over the mattress that was sure to inflict murder on my back. When Fox saw me coming in, he threw my clothes to me.

Not gonna lie, seeing him dressed had a part of me disappointed (and you can take a wild guess as to what part that was). Another, much smaller part felt some relief. Only because there was so much to think about. I needed more time to myself so that I could really try and sort through it all, even though all I wanted to do was sort it out with Fox’s naked, writhing body against mine. The hard planes of his muscles against mine…

I pushed out any thoughts of Fox’s naked body. I put on my underwear and my shirt, leaving my shorts off for now. After all, he’d seen it all—not like there was much need to hide anything.

“You feeling good?” Fox asked. He stood up, brows wrinkling together.

He must be worried about me…

“Yeah, better than good,” I said, not lying to him.

“It’s just, well, I don’t know. I don’t want you to feel bad about anything.”

“Not at all.” I shook my head, my expression staying solid. “I… well, it was… really good.” My cock twitched at the thought. “I’d never… done anything. Not with a guy like that… like you.”

“Well,” Fox said, the concern in his gaze being replaced by something else. Something more primal. “There’s a lot more in my toolkit than a handy-J, just sayin’.”

“Oh, I’ve got a feeling I know exactly what you’re talking about.” I tried so hard not to drop my eyes and look at his noticeable bulge, but… well, I failed. I failed miserably, my focus shifting downward to that delicious package of his, covered up but not erased from my memory.

I looked back up, locking with Fox’s hazel gaze. “I…um… you…” I looked behind him, to the made bed he had set up. There were even pillows that appeared to have been covered with fresh white linen, propped up against the back of the couch, adding an inviting touch to the sofa bed. “Thank you, Fox… you didn’t have to. I can sleep on a wooden plank and be fine.”

And by fine, I mean dead. I’d be dead.

“Oh no, this isn’t for you,” Fox said, sitting down, leaning back and fluffing up the pillow. A spring shouted loudly under him as he propped an elbow on the bed. “I’m taking this. You can get my bed.”

“What? No way. I’m the one crashing your little beach house getaway. I’m not going to take your bed.”

He stood up again, crossed his arms. “Little?”

I laughed at that and shook my head. “You know what I mean. And stop trying to distract me. I’m sleeping on the couch bed.” As if to emphasize it, I moved around Fox and flopped down, stretching out and rolling over.

Underneath me, the springs pressed up as if they were protesting my sudden arrival. I felt a few almost give out, while a couple more were so firm I thought I was going to break a rib by rolling over the wrong way.

“It’s terrible, isn’t it?” Fox asked me, a disapproving look on his face. “Please, take the bed and let me take this piece of sh—”

“It’s perfectly… eh, serviceable.” I wasn’t big on lying, but I wasn’t going to show how bad the situation really was. Not to Fox, who was kind enough to open up his doors to me in the first place.

And he was kind enough to jerk me off and give me a world-tilting orgasm…

Fox looked down at me from the side of the sofa bed, lips slanted. “We could share my bed—it’s big enough for two.”

He said it so factually, almost militarily. As if he didn’t know that the second the two of us were lying down together, we would be tangled up together. Maybe he didn’t know that… why would he know that? To Fox, I was a straight dude going through some shit after a rough breakup. He had no idea that this went way deeper than Wendy. He wouldn’t be able to know that my questions had been planted and sowed years ago, back when I first started feeling conflicted thoughts, and that tonight gave me quite a few different answers while sprouting an entirely new set of questions.