The Wager
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2004 ° All Rights Reserved
looked at the tilted head, the
suddenly half closed eyelids. If he didn’t know better he would swear that
Ian was close to tears even, yet he had to be mistaken. Nothing every shook
Ian, not even losing the game of pool to him seemed to have had any impact
on him. Ian was here, just like he had said he would be, and more than that
he was naked just as they had agreed he would be. Still the way he looked,
the way the lower lip trembled a little made Scott wonder if perhaps he had
gone too far this time.
It wasn’t any good pretending he
thought as he lowered his head, glancing up thru his own fallen locks of
blond hair to see the expression on Ian’s face. A sharp stabbing pain
lanced thru his heart. Even the vision of Ian’s firm buttocks wasn’t
enough to take his eyes away from the turned back face. The eyes were
misted, he was certain of it and he could even see a small tremor race
across Ian’s cheeks as he let Scott gaze at his backside.
Despite the feelings of guilt he
couldn’t bring himself to tell Ian to stop. Instead he stood there, in the
grove of bushes as Ian once more turned to face him. The eyes bore deep into
Scott’s soul as he stared back at the young man who had been his nemesis
and idol all at once. In his mind he had dreamt of this time, wishing he
could find his voice, wishing too that Ian would say something instead of
just staring at him with those burning orbs.
Well McKenna, happy now?
The harsh sound of Ian’s voice
finally made him look into the eyes. It wasn’t what he had expected as he
merely nodded at his naked friend, wondering if they would ever speak to
each other again after this.
Is it what you thought?
I guess…
You guess? Shit man, what did you
think I would look like, haven’t you ever seen an uncut one before?
Yeah… just that…
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