(WESLEY)
"Yeah, not sure I give a shit what Miles wants." Jericho's fingers curl around my wrist and he tugs me closer to his body. I know that I should fight him, fight these feelings, but I can't bring myself to do that. The warmth and hardness of his body makes my dick harden. He smiles at me and I notice that he is no longer as sad as he was when I first came in here. He looks alert, more like a predator on the hunt. "I'm only interested in what you want, Wesley."
I hold his gaze and my pulse picks. I'm no shy virgin. I know exactly what he wants and if I don't get out of this room, I'll probably give it to him. More because I want it too. Ever since I set my eyes on him. I have always wanted him. But I know better than to try and pursue things with him.
So, where has that resolve gone?
"Come on, Wesley. Let's just enjoy each other. Fuck Miles and what he thinks. I want you, and I know that you want me too."
