Three hours later, and I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. Just remembering it had my c**k trying to rise. Which was awkward with my monster of a cat taking up my lap. I nudged Optimus until he got fed up enough to yowl and stalk off. I’d make it up to him later with treats.
I was angry with myself for getting turned on by Lucas and his kiss. Okay, so I was male and that kiss had been blistering hot. But the man who had delivered it was a jerk. He barely talked to me, and when he did he was cold. He obviously had a problem with me. And yet he kissed me?
But he’d also taken care of me when I’d been drunk, saw to it that I got home safely and was hydrated and comfortable. He’d been nice, playful even. He was a dichotomy, and I was having trouble reconciling his two personas. I didn’t
