Jason Townsend has issues with the older men in his life. His current boyfriend Jared is also his boss and, while the two get along wonderfully in the bedroom, their relationship at the office is tense and uncomfortable. Jason’s relationship with his father is also strained -- they grew apart when Jason came out shortly after his parents divorced.
The only person Jason has ever been able to rely on is his mother. So when she announces she’s met Mr. Right, Jason is skeptical. When he meets her new boyfriend, handsome professor Paul Everett, he quickly realizes he and Paul have more in common than their connection to his mother. The two men had slept together the previous summer.
Paul refuses to break things off with Jill, claiming he enjoys being with women and telling Jason their hook-up was a one-time thing that didn’t mean much to him. Unwilling to tell his mother about his past with Paul, Jason stews in silence as he watches his mother and Paul grow closer. At the same time, he finds himself becoming more and more attracted to Paul. When he can’t stand it any longer, Jason makes a pass at his mother’s boyfriend and is surprised his affections aren’t spurned.
Even though Jason finds himself falling in love with Paul, he knows he’s betraying his mother and he hates himself for it. She’s always been his staunchest ally, and sleeping with her boyfriend abuses the trust between them. Can Jason love a man who’s also deceiving his mother? When he’s forced to choose between Paul and his mother, the decision isn’t as easy as it seems.
I parked my car behind my mother’s and used my keys to go into the house. Everything was quiet and I wondered if my mother had gone out for a walk or something. Then I heard someone upstairs.
“Mom!” I called as I climbed the stairs to the second floor. I actually let out a little scream when Paul walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was still glistening from the shower he’d apparently just taken and his damp hair was slicked back.
“I’m sorry I scared you,” he said.
“Where’s my mother?”
“She left about ten minutes ago for an appointment with her hair dresser.”
“But her car’s in the driveway.”
“She took mine.”
Oh. So it was like that now. I wondered how long it would be before Paul was moving in. He certainly seemed to have made himself at home already. I stared at him standing before me dressed in nothing but a blue towel. The dark and gray hair on his chest was still damp from the shower and I could see the outline of his cock beneath the cotton towel. My own cock stirred in response. God, I hated the way he made me feel. I totally understood why my mother was so taken with him. He was everything you could want in a man: smart, handsome, sexy, good in bed.
“Jason,” Paul said, snapping me out of the trance I’d gone into. “There’s something I want to talk to you about. Give me a few minutes to get dressed, okay?”
I nodded, but didn’t move. Paul gave me an odd look before returning to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. I should have just gone back downstairs and waited for him there, but I didn’t. Instead, I did something totally stupid. I opened the bathroom door and went inside. Paul was still wrapped in the towel and standing before the sink rummaging through a small black travel case on the back of the toilet tank. He didn’t say anything when I closed the door behind me, but he did give me a disappointed look when I dropped to my knees before him and yanked the towel away. Still, he didn’t stop me when I reached for his cock. I stroked him and felt his cock grow hard in my hand before taking it into my mouth. Paul moaned and gently palmed my head as I sucked him and fondled his balls. I loved the feel of his hard cock in my mouth. And when he came with a curse, a mumbled “fuck” that was barely audible, I swallowed every sweet drop that he released. I rose to my feet then, still savoring the taste of him in my mouth and on my lips. When I leaned toward Paul to kiss him, he pushed me away.
“Go downstairs,” he said softly. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Disappointed, I left the bathroom and went downstairs. As I sat at the kitchen table drinking a glass of orange juice, I contemplated just leaving before he came down, but what good would that have done? He’d just come to my apartment and force me to face him there. I didn’t want a lecture from him. I knew I’d fucked up. But, hell, he’d fucked up, too.
Paul walked into the kitchen wearing jeans and a dark blue polo shirt. His feet were bare and, for some strange reason, that turned me on. Then again, he could have walked into the room in a hazmat suit and I would have been turned on.
He sat down at the table across from me. “You have to stop this.”
“I can’t help it.” It was a weak defense, but the only one I could come up with at the moment.
“Yes, you can. We both can. We have to.”
“I’ve tried to stay away from you.”
“Why? Because you can’t control yourself when you’re with me?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus,” he said, shaking his head. “This is worse than I thought. I knew you had feelings for me, but I had no idea things were this bad.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I still want you and I believe you want me too, don’t you?”
He didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. The answer was written all over his face.
“Are you forcing me to choose between you and your mother?” he asked.
There was a time when I would have answered that question with a resounding “yes” but not now. Now I wasn’t interested in breaking up my mother’s relationship with Paul. Now I was willing to settle for her sloppy seconds if it meant having the chance to be with him.
“No,” I answered. “You make her happy and I don’t want that to stop. I just want you to make me happy from time to time, too.”
“And what about me? What do I get?”
I sat back in my chair. “You get the best of both worlds.”
