Page 5 of GDL (BBA: Bad Boy Academy)

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Sawyer

Kynan's breathing heavily, staring at me with a dangerous glint in his eye, and I'm… fuck , I'm still holding my dick. My hard dick. Not exactly sure when this went from having a piss to a how-to on foreskin retraction, but here we are.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

I'm way too old to be this stupid.

Not to mention how much of a hypocrite and liar this makes me—was I not apologizing to him for my inappropriate behavior less than an hour ago?—and yet here I am, in a public restroom where anyone could come in at any moment, touching myself in front of him.

"I like it," Kynan mumbles, the redness that tore up his neck when he mistook my words for a question moments ago still there, bright as ever.

"What do you like?"

His eyes turn a molten blue, and my cock pulses in my hand when he responds. "Watching you."

He's let go of his dick, but it's still hard, jutting out from his body. Long, creamy-colored, and cut, with a pearl of pre-cum glistening on his slit. It's taking every ounce of self-restraint I possess not to scoop up that pearl with my thumb and have a taste.

"Have you ever done anything with a guy?" I ask, my voice suddenly low and husky.

He shakes his head, the blush creeping up his neck spreading to his cheeks, and I release my cock.

Kynan frowns. "Keep going. Please."

"No."

His frown deepens. "Why? What's wrong?"

"That's a loaded question, but I'll focus on the matter at hand. So to speak. If you've never had an experience with a man, I don't want your first time doing anything to be in a public restroom. I'd want it to be—" I cut myself off, not needing to go down that path. That's not the point I'm trying to make here, anyway.

Kynan inches closer. I look down between our bodies. If he takes one more step, the tips of our cocks are going to touch, and fuck, why do I want that so much? Why can't my cock agree with my brain that this guy—this twenty-three-year-old guy—is totally off-limits?

"What do you want my first time with a man to be like?" he asks, latching onto the one thing I wish he hadn't.

I take a step back, needing some physical distance if I'm going to have a hope in hell of controlling myself. My back hits the cold tiled wall. "I'd want it to be special," I say, surprised by the rough edge in my voice. "I'd want you to be taken care of. I'd want you to be with someone who places your comfort and pleasure above their own. Someone you can talk to openly about what feels good and what doesn't. Someone who can make you feel all the pleasure in the world and hold you in his arms after he sends you soaring through the universe."

Something damp presses against me. I glance down. Kynan's cock has made contact with mine, his pre-cum oozing onto my crown. I want so badly to reach between us, slide my foreskin over his tip, and jerk us off together, docking-style.

But no.

Not like this. Not here. I may have blown professional boundaries out the window, but I meant what I said about Kynan's first time with a guy. He deserves better than a quick handjob in a diner restroom.

"I—"

The sound of approaching footsteps stops him in his tracks. We tear apart, barely managing to hustle back to our respective urinals before the door swings open and someone enters. I wrangle my still-hard cock into my briefs, zip up, and spin around.

"All yours, mate," I say to the waiting guy.

I quickly wash my hands, purposefully avoiding looking at my reflection in the mirror—because who the hell have I become?—and go wait for Kynan outside.

"Whoa. This reminds me of the first and only time in my life I dropped acid."

I chuckle as Grayson joins me by the entrance to the book tunnel. At first, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, either. We're surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of books, but they're not stacked on shelves, they're carefully arranged in a curved tunnel that stretches out in front of us. It looks like a gateway to another dimension.

"It is a bit trippy," I agree.

The entire crew of BBA are gathered in the quirkiest bookstore in LA, possibly the entire country, to do a photoshoot for an upcoming Hot 30 Under 30 article by a well-respected magazine. Grayson follows my gaze to the six young men posing in pairs, staggered along the length of the tunnel.

Well, maybe I'm a little more focused on one of the guys than the others.

"You know what else is trippy?" Grayson asks. Without waiting for a reply, he continues, "You having the hots for a twenty-three-year-old."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Sawyer. It's been pretty obvious these past few days."

"What's been obvious?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest, my eyes remaining on Kynan.

The diner incident happened three days ago. While we were waiting for our rides outside the diner afterward, I apologized again for my inappropriate behavior, and I told Kynan, in all seriousness, that from now on I would be the epitome of professionalism. When his face fell, and my heart felt heavy, I did leave the door open for something after we'd done the piece, but I assured him that from now until then, I would be keeping things strictly above board.

No more near kisses.

No more longer-than-strictly-necessary physical contact.

No more stolen glances that almost lead to docking in a restroom.

I thought I'd been doing a good job of hiding my attraction these past few days as I followed Kynan around, staying in the background through more photoshoots, trips to large and indie retailers that sell laundry products, and sitting in on a few business meetings.

"Mate, this is me. I know you. And I've never seen you look at anyone the way you look at Kynan. Not since… Elaine."

The mention of my late wife triggers a whirlwind of emotions. I loved her deeply, but what started off as teenage puppy love was forced to mature with the arrival of our first son. In that time, I grew up and discovered I was bi. She passed away from cancer before I could tell her, and then any feelings I had that things weren't right between us were frozen in a time capsule I hardly ever revisit.

There's no way I'd ever speak ill of her or bring up any of the issues we were having. You just don't do that. So I let people think we were the perfect couple. Don't get me wrong, I loved Elaine, and we were good together, but if she had lived, I don't know if we would have stayed together after the kids had grown up.

After she died, I threw myself into my work and my boys. But now my boys are grown men, and my career is on life support, and my heart… Yeah, my heart is smitten by the guy currently camping it up for the camera with his friends.

Not sure I'm ready to share any of that with my best mate yet, though.

"I'm keeping this professional," I say. "He's the subject, I'm the?—"

"Master?"

"Reporter." We turn to each other and share a look. I let out a sigh. "I'm not going to risk derailing this story because of feelings."

"Ah, so there are feelings."

"Possibly. But I've already told him nothing can happen until after we're done working together."

"So you've talked about this?"

"We have."

A beat of silence. Then, "So, if you've talked, does that mean you've done other stuff, too?"

I elbow him in the ribs. "A gentleman never tells."

"Exactly. That's why I'm asking you."

I shake my head and chuckle. Right at that moment, Kynan turns. Our eyes meet, and an eighteen-wheeler slams into my heart.

He gives a small, innocent wave.

I give a small, innocent wave back.

Grayson chuckles beside me. "A thousand bucks says you two won't be able to last two weeks."