Page 43 of Broken Wheels

Now what do I do?

Hesitantly, he brought his fingers to his lips. He knew the facts: semen contained small amounts of more than thirty elements, including fructose, ascorbic acid, cholesterol, creatine, citric acid, lactic acid, nitrogen, vitamin B12, and various salts and enzymes.

So if nothing else, it should be healthy, right?

He girded himself for the taste, then gave a tentative lick.

Whoa.

It wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was both a little sweet and a bit salty, not unlike the candy he’d gotten on a trip to Australia. He lapped up every trace, making sure he made no noise. Beside him, Dixon slept on, oblivious to what had just occurred.

Thank God. At least Josh would be able to face him in the morning.

He closed his eyes and forced his mind to clear.

Well, now I know what I’ve been missing out on all these years.

Except there was a ton of stuff to add to that list.

Maybe it was time to work his way through it.

Dix grabbed his underwear and used it as a rag to wipe the last traces of come from his stomach.

How long has it been since I last had time to jack off? At least a few weeks, since he’d been Doc’s bodyguard that long. And this had been an amazing orgasm. Maybe there was something to be said for a little abstinence now and then. More importantly, it would help him fall asleep.

Then he froze.

Wait. What was that noise?

He strained to listen, certain he’d heard something in the quiet room. It had almost sounded like a moan. A stifled moan, sure, but….

Did I imagine it?

He didn’t want to turn the light on, fearing it would wake Doc—and worse still, reveal exactly what Dix had been doing. He lay there in the dark, not daring to move a muscle, but concentrating, listening for any stray sounds. Doc rolled over with a soft sigh, which was followed by snuffles, then light snores.

And still Dix listened, even when Doc’s breathing made it obvious he was fast asleep. After several minutes had passed, he realized why he was so focused on Doc’s state.

Did I want him to hear me?

What if Doc had heard him and worked out what was happening?

Oh God. Now there was a thought.

Doc inching a little closer and whispering in the dark, “I could help you with that.” Dix taking Doc in his hand, finally getting to touch that skin he was so enthralled with. Maybe it could have become more. Mutual blow jobs. Sixty-nine. Doc on his back, his legs wrapped around Dix, pleading for more.

Then he dismissed that idea. Doc was a client, and messing with someone you were guarding never went well.

But what if?

Dix hated what-iffers as a rule, but his mind had taken him on a journey that was too delicious to ignore. What if Doc had listened in? What if he’d been turned on too?

Oh Lord, the possibilities….

Dix closed his eyes. In his head he was on his knees, taking Doc into his mouth. He could almost feel hard flesh between his lips, on his tongue, could almost taste him. Would Doc enjoy it? Would he be repulsed? How exactly did geniuses view sex, anyway? A necessary evil? Something to study? Would he rate Dix’s performance?

That stopped him in his tracks.

Oh God, would I be able to get an A from the teacher?