Sneaky Peek Monday
When I arrive, I parallel park in front of Jeff’s trailer and turn off the engine. It’s stopped raining, so I take my time walking up the small porch to the front door. The awkwardness is starting to creep in; Jeff and I have never hung out one on one before. In fact, Blaine and I have only known Jeff and Thad for a little over a year. We met them the first time we went to Scandals, a local gay bar that doesn’t bother checking IDs.
Letting all of my lingering anxiety out in one deep breath, I knock on the door.
And wait.
A minute passes with no one coming to the door, so I knock again.
Still no answer.
“What the fuck,” I mumble as I knock a third time. A couple walking home with bags swinging from their elbows is giving me shifty looks. I’m about to tell them “my friend lives here” when I hear the door open behind me.
“Nick?”
“Oh, fin-” I start, relieved, as I turn back to Jeff’s trailer, but words escape me when I take in Jeff’s appearance.
Jeff is naked. Well, almost naked. There’s a towel around his waist. A small towel. A small towel that barely covers his thighs. There is so much pale skin that I don’t know where to look. There’s a chain around his neck that seems safe for point two seconds before it brings attention to his collarbone. A collarbone that is very defined and looks delicious enough to bite down on-
My eyes snap up to meet Jeff’s confused brown ones.
Where did that thought come from?