Based on true story
Chapter one. Something unspoken.
Jay had known Alex for four years now. They first met when Jay walked into Alex’s electronics store to fix his computer, and somehow, from that one moment, a close friendship was born. It was the kind of bond that felt effortless—daily coffees, late-night talks, and weekend work trips. They didn’t just work together. They moved through life side by side.
Alex was magnetic. Confident. Warm. The kind of guy who made everyone feel seen. Jay admired that about him—but lately, admiration had evolved into something deeper. Something Jay didn’t quite know how to name. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t want to admit it.
They spent long hours in the shop, and Jay had grown familiar with every detail of Alex—his walk, his voice, the way he rolled his sleeves when it got hot. Jay had even caught himself admiring the way Alex’s jeans hugged his body, especially from behind. He’d never told anyone, but sometimes his mind drifted further—imagining what lay beneath. The shape of him. The size.
Jay was taller, leaner, but Alex had that slim, wiry build with just enough definition to draw attention. And one memory had burned itself into Jay’s mind: a summer afternoon when they were reorganizing shelves and Alex, sweating through his shirt, peeled it off without hesitation. His chest was smooth, almost completely hairless, but a trail of dark hair led from his navel down to his waistband—like an arrow teasing the unknown.
Jay’s heart had thudded. That was the beginning of his obsession.
Even knowing Alex was taken—committed to a beautiful, sweet girl named Emily—didn’t stop the fantasies. Emily would stop by the shop sometimes, kissing Alex hello, whispering things in his ear. She was polite to Jay, even friendly, which only twisted the guilt tighter. Especially when Alex would overshare about their sex life—how long he could go, what positions Emily liked, what she refused to try.
Jay would laugh along, but inside, he was unraveling.
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The trip was meant to be a work retreat, but Jay had been looking forward to it for weeks for a different reason: uninterrupted time with Alex. No Emily. Just the two of them.
Now they were checked into a small hotel off the coast. The room was warm from the sun. Alex stripped off his shirt without hesitation, tossing it onto a chair like it meant nothing. Then, without ceremony, he slid out of his jeans.
Jay blinked, his mouth dry.
Alex stood in his boxers, stretching, scratching absently at his chest. Jay looked away, pretending to check his phone, but his gaze returned, drawn like a magnet.
The tan lines across Alex’s skin. The gentle curve of his waist. That faint line of hair leading downward.
Jay felt heat flood his body.
“You good, man?” Alex asked, glancing over his shoulder.
Jay forced a casual smile. “Yeah. Just thinking about that customer earlier.”
Alex chuckled, arms rising into a stretch. “The Bluetooth lady? Total nightmare.” He groaned softly, his ribs shifting beneath skin. “You sure you’re not just zoning out again?”
Jay laughed lightly. “Maybe.”
Alex grabbed his towel. “I need a shower.”
“Wait,” Jay said, a little too fast. “Let me go first.”
He stripped quickly—shirt, trousers, socks. His own body was slim, lightly hairy, though he shaved his chest now and then. A small part of him wanted Alex to look at him. Really look. As if that would unlock something unspoken between them.
He stepped into the shower, the water masking the sound of his breath. Thoughts of Alex overwhelmed him. The curve of his back. The front. The way he’d looked, just moments ago, so relaxed, so unaware.
Jay touched himself slowly, imagining it all in vivid detail. His body was light-skinned, his cock darker in tone—trimmed, uncut, and already hard. It didn’t take long. Just a few strokes with Alex in his mind, and Jay spilled quietly under the warm spray.
He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. Then, on impulse, he considered walking out naked. Letting it all show. His arousal. His truth.
But at the last moment, he reached for his underwear.
---
When he emerged, towel around his waist, Alex was scrolling on his phone.
“All yours,” Jay said. “I cleaned up the hot water for you.”
Alex laughed. “Good. I might jerk off in there. Gotta be ready for the girls tomorrow.”
Jay smiled stiffly. “Yeah... totally. I just… did the same.”
Alex gave him a thumbs-up as he disappeared into the bathroom. Jay lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rush of water behind the door.
But his mind was somewhere else. Imagining. Wanting.
He wanted him. He’d known it for a while now. But tonight, seeing Alex so close, so casually bare—it hit different.
It was like a wave crashing into a cliff.
Unstoppable. Dangerous.
And still, completely silent.
Chapter one. Something unspoken.
Jay had known Alex for four years now. They first met when Jay walked into Alex’s electronics store to fix his computer, and somehow, from that one moment, a close friendship was born. It was the kind of bond that felt effortless—daily coffees, late-night talks, and weekend work trips. They didn’t just work together. They moved through life side by side.
Alex was magnetic. Confident. Warm. The kind of guy who made everyone feel seen. Jay admired that about him—but lately, admiration had evolved into something deeper. Something Jay didn’t quite know how to name. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t want to admit it.
They spent long hours in the shop, and Jay had grown familiar with every detail of Alex—his walk, his voice, the way he rolled his sleeves when it got hot. Jay had even caught himself admiring the way Alex’s jeans hugged his body, especially from behind. He’d never told anyone, but sometimes his mind drifted further—imagining what lay beneath. The shape of him. The size.
Jay was taller, leaner, but Alex had that slim, wiry build with just enough definition to draw attention. And one memory had burned itself into Jay’s mind: a summer afternoon when they were reorganizing shelves and Alex, sweating through his shirt, peeled it off without hesitation. His chest was smooth, almost completely hairless, but a trail of dark hair led from his navel down to his waistband—like an arrow teasing the unknown.
Jay’s heart had thudded. That was the beginning of his obsession.
Even knowing Alex was taken—committed to a beautiful, sweet girl named Emily—didn’t stop the fantasies. Emily would stop by the shop sometimes, kissing Alex hello, whispering things in his ear. She was polite to Jay, even friendly, which only twisted the guilt tighter. Especially when Alex would overshare about their sex life—how long he could go, what positions Emily liked, what she refused to try.
Jay would laugh along, but inside, he was unraveling.
---
The trip was meant to be a work retreat, but Jay had been looking forward to it for weeks for a different reason: uninterrupted time with Alex. No Emily. Just the two of them.
Now they were checked into a small hotel off the coast. The room was warm from the sun. Alex stripped off his shirt without hesitation, tossing it onto a chair like it meant nothing. Then, without ceremony, he slid out of his jeans.
Jay blinked, his mouth dry.
Alex stood in his boxers, stretching, scratching absently at his chest. Jay looked away, pretending to check his phone, but his gaze returned, drawn like a magnet.
The tan lines across Alex’s skin. The gentle curve of his waist. That faint line of hair leading downward.
Jay felt heat flood his body.
“You good, man?” Alex asked, glancing over his shoulder.
Jay forced a casual smile. “Yeah. Just thinking about that customer earlier.”
Alex chuckled, arms rising into a stretch. “The Bluetooth lady? Total nightmare.” He groaned softly, his ribs shifting beneath skin. “You sure you’re not just zoning out again?”
Jay laughed lightly. “Maybe.”
Alex grabbed his towel. “I need a shower.”
“Wait,” Jay said, a little too fast. “Let me go first.”
He stripped quickly—shirt, trousers, socks. His own body was slim, lightly hairy, though he shaved his chest now and then. A small part of him wanted Alex to look at him. Really look. As if that would unlock something unspoken between them.
He stepped into the shower, the water masking the sound of his breath. Thoughts of Alex overwhelmed him. The curve of his back. The front. The way he’d looked, just moments ago, so relaxed, so unaware.
Jay touched himself slowly, imagining it all in vivid detail. His body was light-skinned, his cock darker in tone—trimmed, uncut, and already hard. It didn’t take long. Just a few strokes with Alex in his mind, and Jay spilled quietly under the warm spray.
He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. Then, on impulse, he considered walking out naked. Letting it all show. His arousal. His truth.
But at the last moment, he reached for his underwear.
---
When he emerged, towel around his waist, Alex was scrolling on his phone.
“All yours,” Jay said. “I cleaned up the hot water for you.”
Alex laughed. “Good. I might jerk off in there. Gotta be ready for the girls tomorrow.”
Jay smiled stiffly. “Yeah... totally. I just… did the same.”
Alex gave him a thumbs-up as he disappeared into the bathroom. Jay lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rush of water behind the door.
But his mind was somewhere else. Imagining. Wanting.
He wanted him. He’d known it for a while now. But tonight, seeing Alex so close, so casually bare—it hit different.
It was like a wave crashing into a cliff.
Unstoppable. Dangerous.
And still, completely silent.
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