Scoring

Jay Lang bounced his knee. The faded jean material blurred below the line of the television screen. One arm stretched along the backrest toward his roommate. He drummed his fingers on the cushion. Jagged blond fringe partially obscured his vision as he tried in vain to watch the Minnesota Vikings form an offensive attack against the Dallas Cowboys.

It should have been riveting. The Vikings and the Cowboys were football enemies only bested by the rivalry between the Vikings and the Green Bay Packers. It should have been attention consuming, yet all he could think about was his best friend, Martin Petrie.

Oblivious to Jay’s rioting anxiety, Martin hooted as the Vikings sacked the quarterback beneath a three-man pile. The only pile Jay could think about involved Martin beneath him.

Jay scrubbed a hand over his face with his building frustration. Until a year ago, he’d thought he was bisexual. He’d been fooling himself. Sure, he’d taken girl after girl to moaning ecstasy, but that was for show. It was for the sole purpose of putting Martin off his scent. It possibly worked too well because Martin didn’t have a clue how Jay really felt.

But the fuck of it was now they were roommates. Jay had thought seeing Martin every day would help him get over the college infatuation. On the contrary, he’d become even more enraptured since graduation, and it was starting to show.

If only he hadn’t walked in on Martin jacking off in the shower, maybe he could have continued to pretend he wasn’t hot for his friend. Instead, he had visions of Martin inviting him to take over as the hot water beat down on them.

Fuck. He was already getting hard.

Jay shifted, grabbed the giant bowl of popcorn and put it on his lap. Half-heartedly he munched at the crisp kernels, hoping his roommate would never look beyond Jay’s sudden urge for snacking to the erection the bowl attempted to hide. If Martin were paying attention, he’d see that the bowl was tipped more to one side held up by a heavy ridge of cock.

If he moved his fingers just a little bit to the right, they’d brush Martin’s shoulder. If he moved them up from there, they’d be tangled in thick brown hair. Jay imagined grabbing it in a fist and pulling back, taking Martin’s mouth, Martin helpless to do more than drag Jay over his lap.

God, yes, he loved that idea.

Jay chanced a sidelong look at his buddy. Martin flopped a hand out and dug around the popcorn bowl on Jay’s lap. Jay bit back a groan as the unintentional scraping vibrations of his search tingled along Jay’s cock.