Damaged Goods (MxM - BOOK FIVE)

Chapter One

Tyler woke early.

Despite being up late with Jack's insatiable desire to prove to him that he was going to miss his friend after today; there was also that very early morning session that had been a nice interlude to a restless night.

The sun wasn't quite up, but the dawn was upon the city around Watson Tower. Tyler lay on his back watching the reflective light turn from that dirty orange of the street lights below, to the baby blue of a waking sky.

The sun wouldn't be visible from any vantage point just yet, but Tyler didn't need the sun to shower.

He looked down at himself. He was naked.

That had been foolish, falling asleep after Jack had provided him with his therapeutic blowjob. He wasn't sure at what point during, but he'd decided to remove his shirt.

Actually... come to think of it; yes he did.

Jack had removed Tyler's pants of course; they just always got in the way but as Tyler lay there with his eyes closed and got more and more into it, Jack had kissed his way up his v-line to his abs and then began to nibble on Tyler's nipples.

It surprised Tyler at first; he'd never experience it before. Very quickly though he decided that he liked it. He pulled his shirt over his head to clear the way for Jack and lay back down and remained quite still to allow the footballer to do as he pleased.

Jack remained fully clothed the whole time.

His friend also didn't come any higher than his nipple though. That would have been inappropriate. They'd kissed twice ever; once; experimentally; the second time... he didn't like to think about it. Just like that time Tyler had tried to give Jack head; it had been very brief and not at all enjoyable.

At least Tyler didn't vomit after the kisses though.

Jack knew where the lines were. They didn't need to discuss them, they'd found them together.

But perhaps that was all over now?

Tyler stepped onto the heated tiles, tossing his soiled clothes into the washing hamper.

Really; they were Jack's clothes so he didn't need to make sure he packed them, soiled or otherwise.

His bag was packed though, as today was the day.

He was moving out.

Not back to his mothers of course, though she did live much closer to his new university. Tyler was moving into a place of his own.

Well, that wasn't strictly accurate; he was moving to this place called a terrace house. It was a glorified dorm just off campus that was basically a room; barely larger than the on campus dormitories with just enough space to live.

He wasn't precisely going to be on his own either, the rent was fairly extreme if you tried to do that and the only way he could justify the expenditure was to sign up for a shared room.

So why was he even risking the expense?

He couldn't go back to his mothers. He just couldn't. He loved her but the intolerance Tyler had witnessed over the end of last year and the horror it resulted in was just too much.

He'd always love her and he would visit her regularly, but it was time to be on his own... with a complete stranger... who hopefully wasn't a homophobe like his mum.

Naturally Blake and Melissa would let him stay here too but standing there in the shower now, feeling the water fall down on his head and thinking abut the two orgasms he'd had the night before either in Jack's hand or in Jack's mouth, he considered the many reason he really needed to move on, not the least of which were Melissa's many warnings.