My cock was rock hard now, straining so painfully against my zipper I could feel every heartbeat in it, leaking pre-cum already soaking through my boxers, and I shifted trying to hide the bulge but he saw it.

He always fucking saw.

“Jake,” I started, my voice cracking like a teenager.

He set his beer down hard on the table, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Look at me.”

I did, slowly. His eyes were dark, with his pupils wide open, and there was pure hunger there, raw and unfiltered, something I had never seen aimed at me before, or maybe I had and I was just too scared...