Page 20 of Snowballing

We hadn’t shut the thicker curtains the night before, so as soon as the sun was bright enough, I woke up. Jordy was still fast asleep. Not surprising considering how many times he’d cum last night.

With both arms above his head, it was easy for me to get out of bed without disturbing him. I glanced back at the bed. The blanket was pulled down, revealing his entire torso. It practically called out for another lick, another kiss, another-

Nope. You’re leaving, Gareth.

I quickly dressed, decided against leaving a note, and pulled up Uber on my way out the door.

Last night was his apology. A make-up for the earlier ejection from his house.

There was no way this could be anything more.

FIVE

ELI

I shifted under the covers and somehow knew he was gone.

When I opened my eyes, I confirmed the bed was empty as I suspected.

A yawn escaped as I flipped the covers back and stretched. I needed to consider taking up yoga after last night. Jayden might as well have been an Olympic gymnast.

My cock wasn’t satisfied either. I could feel it creeping its way towards my belly button.

Fuck. It looked like I’d be peeing in the shower this morning.

As the hot water cascaded over my torso, I thought about Jayden. He would’ve liked this shower. He was such an eager lover. I’d be willing to bet he’d have already been on his knees if he stayed the night and I wouldn’t have had to ask.

Turn it off, Eli. It was a fling.

Why was I even thinking about him? I didn’t want a relationship and I doubt he did, either.

I picked up Trey from Nancy’s, thanking her for watching him again on such short notice.

“Always my pleasure. He’s such a respectable young man. Merry Christmas, you two!”

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Taylor!” Trey called, following me back to the house.

“Merry Christmas Eve, son.”

“We still going to Uncle Lane’s today?”

“Yeah, should be.”

He parked himself on one of the island stools. I went to the fridge to make some breakfast. “You eat?”

Trey ignored my question, instead asking one of his own. “How was your date last night?”

I practically dropped the milk.

“Was it sweatpants guy?”

He had been unusually observant lately, so I had an excuse ready this time. “I told you. It was a holiday work function. I knew I’d be home late, and I didn’t want to disturb Nancy and Sam last night.”

“But you didn’t come home last night.”

“How do you know?”

He looked at me, but apparently gave up on the conversation, choosing instead to head to the living room. I heard the TV come on.