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bathroom and returned with a wet towel for Jasmine to clean-up. Rooster was already tucked back into his pants and had opened up another beer at the bar when Wheland stood beside him.
“You okay?” Wheland asked.
“Yeah fine,” Rooster said. “You about ready to leave?”
Wheland seemed hurt by that question and looked back toward the door in time to catch Jasmine leaving. He adjusted his clothing again, then met Rooster’s gaze.
“I suppose we can leave, if that’s what you want,” Wheland said, and started walking toward the door.
Chapter Five
Fifteen minutes later, they were seated inside Wheland’s Porsche and on their way back to Wheland’s estate. The silence in the car enhanced the ringing Rooster had in his ears from the music at the club. He couldn’t wait to get back to Wheland’s house and disappear into his room. First thing in the morning he’d be calling a real estate agent to help him find his own place.
“Would you like to talk about what happened?” Wheland asked, finally breaking the silence between them.
“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss,” Rooster said.
“You’re pissed off about something, Roost. Talk to me.”
Rooster shook his head. There was no way he could explain what he was thinking or feeling at this very moment with the images still fresh in his head of their cocks moving together, Wheland’s hand wrapped tightly around him while he fucked his fist before coming all over each other. Christ! It was the best orgasm of his life and he’d never felt more depleted, and yet, he was getting hard all over again at the memory of Wheland’s cock and how good it all had felt.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rooster mumbled to himself.
“What’d you say?” Wheland asked.
Rooster let his head fall to the back of seat and closed his eyes. “I was talking to myself. Sorry about that.”
“What’s going on?” Wheland asked. “Haven’t you ever shared a girl like that with another guy?”
“Too many to count,” Rooster said.
“Then, what’s the problem?”
“Nothing,” Rooster said.
“Are you pissed off because I jerked you?” Wheland asked. “Because, Christ man, if that’s the case, I’m sorry. It was done in the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean anything by it and I certainly wouldn’t have done it if I thought you’d have this much of a problem with it.”
Rooster felt himself bristle at Wheland’s remarks and rubbed at his face. Of course Wheland hadn’t meant anything by it! Why would Rooster think otherwise? It was nothing more than wishful thinking and that’s what bothered Rooster the most. He needed to pull his shit together and get the hell over Wheland and how the guy made him feel. What Rooster personally felt about any of this meant nothing at this point and it needed to remain that way.
“I don’t want to talk about this,” Rooster said with a little more force.
Out of the corner of his eye, Rooster could see Wheland looking at him and the nervous tapping of his fingers on the steering wheel, but he didn’t ask Rooster any more questions and that was a relief. Rooster needed time to think. If this went any further with Wheland, Rooster risked ruining a renewed friendship and the best music collaborator he’d worked with in years. Do I really want to walk away from that? For his own sanity, Rooster was thinking: yes. The sooner he was away from Wheland on a day to day basis, the better. With any luck, a real estate agent would find him a house tomorrow to rent and this would be the last night he’d have to sleep under Wheland’s roof.
The thought of leaving had his stomach tightening in knots, but it didn’t feel right staying when it was obvious Wheland wasn’t looking for more beyond a blowjob at a strip club. Rooster moving into his own place would be their only chance to save their reestablished friendship and working relationship. Right?
As soon as they got inside Wheland’s house, Rooster
“You okay?” Wheland asked.
“Yeah fine,” Rooster said. “You about ready to leave?”
Wheland seemed hurt by that question and looked back toward the door in time to catch Jasmine leaving. He adjusted his clothing again, then met Rooster’s gaze.
“I suppose we can leave, if that’s what you want,” Wheland said, and started walking toward the door.
Chapter Five
Fifteen minutes later, they were seated inside Wheland’s Porsche and on their way back to Wheland’s estate. The silence in the car enhanced the ringing Rooster had in his ears from the music at the club. He couldn’t wait to get back to Wheland’s house and disappear into his room. First thing in the morning he’d be calling a real estate agent to help him find his own place.
“Would you like to talk about what happened?” Wheland asked, finally breaking the silence between them.
“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss,” Rooster said.
“You’re pissed off about something, Roost. Talk to me.”
Rooster shook his head. There was no way he could explain what he was thinking or feeling at this very moment with the images still fresh in his head of their cocks moving together, Wheland’s hand wrapped tightly around him while he fucked his fist before coming all over each other. Christ! It was the best orgasm of his life and he’d never felt more depleted, and yet, he was getting hard all over again at the memory of Wheland’s cock and how good it all had felt.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rooster mumbled to himself.
“What’d you say?” Wheland asked.
Rooster let his head fall to the back of seat and closed his eyes. “I was talking to myself. Sorry about that.”
“What’s going on?” Wheland asked. “Haven’t you ever shared a girl like that with another guy?”
“Too many to count,” Rooster said.
“Then, what’s the problem?”
“Nothing,” Rooster said.
“Are you pissed off because I jerked you?” Wheland asked. “Because, Christ man, if that’s the case, I’m sorry. It was done in the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean anything by it and I certainly wouldn’t have done it if I thought you’d have this much of a problem with it.”
Rooster felt himself bristle at Wheland’s remarks and rubbed at his face. Of course Wheland hadn’t meant anything by it! Why would Rooster think otherwise? It was nothing more than wishful thinking and that’s what bothered Rooster the most. He needed to pull his shit together and get the hell over Wheland and how the guy made him feel. What Rooster personally felt about any of this meant nothing at this point and it needed to remain that way.
“I don’t want to talk about this,” Rooster said with a little more force.
Out of the corner of his eye, Rooster could see Wheland looking at him and the nervous tapping of his fingers on the steering wheel, but he didn’t ask Rooster any more questions and that was a relief. Rooster needed time to think. If this went any further with Wheland, Rooster risked ruining a renewed friendship and the best music collaborator he’d worked with in years. Do I really want to walk away from that? For his own sanity, Rooster was thinking: yes. The sooner he was away from Wheland on a day to day basis, the better. With any luck, a real estate agent would find him a house tomorrow to rent and this would be the last night he’d have to sleep under Wheland’s roof.
The thought of leaving had his stomach tightening in knots, but it didn’t feel right staying when it was obvious Wheland wasn’t looking for more beyond a blowjob at a strip club. Rooster moving into his own place would be their only chance to save their reestablished friendship and working relationship. Right?
As soon as they got inside Wheland’s house, Rooster
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