A Matter of Justice by J.C. Long

Author:J.C. Long [Long, J.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: NineStar Press, LGBT, criminals, gangs, law enforcement, action, reunited, contemporary, enemies to lovers, kidnapping
Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
Published: 2018-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Seven

CONROY SLEPT FITFULLY whenever he wasn’t in his own bed. The fact that the paper-thin mattress he slept on currently continued to creak loudly every time he shifted his weight only made it more difficult. He kept waking himself when he changed positions.

Finally, after the sixth time, he gave up on the whole idea of sleep altogether. He sat up to look at the clock on the bedside table, its big red numbers glowing brightly in the dark room, and noticed a light from the bathroom. He figured Hong was using it and paid it no attention, lying back down.

As he lay there, he began to notice an unusual sound coming from the bathroom. He held his breath, straining to hear it. He got lucky and caught it at the right time: that was definitely a moan.

He sat up again. Was Hong in the bathroom watching porn and jerking off? His cock stiffened of its own accord, a symptom of him having been practicing unwilling abstinence with the threat of the Twisted Vipers hanging over the Dragons.

Telling himself he was just out to embarrass Hong, Conroy got out of bed as quietly as he could and hoped Hong was either so wrapped up in what he was doing he didn’t notice the bed squeaking or else chalked it up to Conroy repositioning again.

Unsurprisingly, the door had no lock, given the conditions of the cheap place. He stood there, ear almost pressed against the thin wood, listening. This close he could hear the video clearly, along with Hong’s heavy breathing. It sounded like the video had reached the good part, if the constant moans of the bottom were anything to judge by.

Conroy’s hand strayed down to his cock, tenting the material of the boxer briefs he’d reluctantly agreed to wear so Hong didn’t pitch a fit about him sleeping in the nude. The contact sent sparks right to Conroy’s core, even through the fabric.

When he could stand it no more, Conroy threw the door open. Hong sat on the toilet, his right hand fisted around his cock while his left hand held his cell phone. He’d pushed his shirt up behind his head and slid his underwear completely off one ankle, though his left foot was still tangled in them.

Hong’s eyes were wide, locked on Conroy. When he finally spoke, his words came out in an uncharacteristic stammer. “Co-Conroy! What—what are you doing?”

Looking at Hong in that moment, his face still flushed from his exertions, his cock in his hand, arousal swept through Conroy like a typhoon. He didn’t care that it was Hong; all he saw was someone he knew was willing and was a hot fuck.

“Right now I’m trying to figure out what it is that got you going like this,” Conroy said, stepping into the bathroom. It was a small space—with the door shut, two people might manage to stand comfortably in it—so a lone step found Conroy in front of Hong. He didn’t miss Hong’s eyes drifting to his tented underwear.

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