Adam rubs his eyes and pulls at his damp crotch. Suddenly he’s sleepy, too tired to move, too exhausted to even zip up his jeans. Is Paul really gone? Why did he just up and leave? Adam expects him to come back…surely he’ll be back. He has to come back.
Doesn’t he?
Someone raps on the window above his head. “Hey, Adam.”
He leans back and frowns as Mike presses his face to the glass. He has his hands cupped around his eyes and laughs when he sees Adam’s open fly. “Dude, you okay?”
“Fine,” Adam grumbles.
Only he isn’t fine—he’s hard as a board and wants to get off now. What happened to that blowjob he thought he was getting? Tell me I wasn’t just played, he thinks as he runs an unsteady hand over his hair. This time when he tries to sit, he only manages to prop himself up on his elbows.
