But flings between friends are never simple, and as they attempt to shift gears, diving into their first relationship, they’re slammed with setbacks. If they want to truly move forward, before they hit the open road together, they’re going to have to let go of a past that could make them crash and burn.
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Rod stood up, grabbed his underwear and pulled them on. He tossed Landon’s to him, before going into the kitchen. It took Landon a second to realize he watched him, taking in all of Rod—his long, lean muscles. Landon’s come was no doubt drying into Rod’s skin and his dick perked up at that thought. It was more than that though. Watching Rod stirred unfamiliar emotions in his chest.
Landon turned, pulled off the condom before the damn thing leaked everywhere. He tied it and then tossed it in the trash. “Do you have plans the rest of the day?” he asked without thinking it through.
“No.” Rod pulled a jug of orange juice from the fridge. “Want some?”
Landon nodded. “I’m tired. Mind if I hang out there?” Part of him knew there was no reason he couldn’t go home. It wasn’t that far, but then, he had just come like a fucking volcano. And the plan was to continue on as friends the way they’d always been so there was no reason he had to leave either.
Rod stopped pouring the orange juice and looked at him. “You’re staying?” There were questions in his eyes, think lines formed along the edges.
“Um…yeah?”
There was a pause and then Rod winked at him, before pouring their drinks again. “I’m giving you shit. Of course you can stay.” But something didn’t sound right about the way he said it. Not that Landon thought Rod wanted him to leave, but maybe he was surprised that Landon was staying. He had no one to blame for that but himself.
Landon took one of the cups of juice from him and then went back into the living room. He set the glass on the table before pulling his underwear on.
“We still have Young Guns Two that we need to watch. You game?”
Young Guns Two. It still surprised him that he met a guy close to his age who liked the same kind of movies he did. “We’re weird,” Landon told him and Rod just shrugged.
“At least we’re weird together.” He nodded to the hallway. “Let’s lay in my bed and watch. There’s more room. You’re a couch hog.”
“What? Me? Who’s the one that’s always lying down while I have to sit up? You put that big head of yours on my lap and I can’t move for two hours at a time.”
“That’s because you’re a couch hog and taking up space I want.” Rod looked at him as though what he just said made perfect sense.
“Yes, but you’re lying down and I’m sitting up.”
“Because you have my space.”
“But—never mind. You win. There’s no sense in arguing with you.”
Rod smiled, raised his glass like they were going to toast and then took a drink. “You keep that attitude and you and I will get along just fine. Let’s go watch sexy men roll around in the dirt and shoot each other.” Rod went for the hallway, leaving Landon standing there wondering what in the hell he was going to do with the man.
Landon turned the living room light off and then followed Rod to his bedroom. Rod already lay sprawled out on the bed, his head on the pillows, the remote pointed at the television.
He was sexy, Jesus, he was sexy, but in a comfortable way if that made sense. He was the guy that drew people to him, but maybe didn’t realize that he did. He’d joke and tease, but Landon wondered how much of that might be a smokescreen for other things that were going on with him.
Landon stood in the doorway, watching Rod point the remote at the TV— studying the rise and fall of his chest, the trail of hair that dipped below his boxer briefs, the slight smudge of black liner under his eyes, and he realized he wanted to know those things. Wanted to know if there was more to Rod than he showed the world. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever wanted to know someone that deeply before.
“You want to fuck me again, don’t you? Give me a little while and I’ll be ready for you. I’ve heard once with me usually isn’t enough.”
That jerked Landon from his thoughts. Leave it to Rod to say something like that. “You’re so hot, Rod. I don’t know how I ever keep my pants on around you.” Landon walked over and climbed onto the bed beside him.
“Hot Rod? I like that. You can call me that from now on if you want. It can be our code to let me know when I get your engine running.”
A light, airy feeling loosened up some of the tightness that always sat in his chest. “That was corny and you’re crazy if you think I’m calling you that.”
“I thought it was creative. You’re no fun.”
“Never?” Landon cocked a brow at him.
“Okay, sometimes. Maybe you used all your fun for the day when we had sex. We might have to wait until tomorrow before I can enjoy you again.”
Landon opened his mouth to reply, what he was going to say, he didn’t know, but he figured a comment like that required some kind of response. Before he got the chance, Rod said, “Shh. We’ll talk later. The movie is on. I’m going to cover us up.”
Christ, Rod was crazy. He went a hundred miles per hour all the time, flip-flopping from one subject to another, and never saying what Landon expected him to say. Never doing what Landon expected him to do either.
And he liked that. Liked it more than he’d realized until this second. “Don’t be a blanket hog.” He tugged on the corner of the light blanket, and then they settled into the movie to do just as Rod said, watch sexy men roll around in the dirt and shoot each other.
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Riley Hart is the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She's a hopeless romantic. A lover of sexy stories, passionate men, and writing about all the trouble they can get into together. If she's not writing, you'll probably find her reading. Riley lives in California with her awesome family, who she is thankful for everyday. Venture more about Riley in the links below and enjoy!
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