A laugh is no reason to relax. In fact, if Hadad were that casual, it gave Mike even more reason to worry. But he took the excuse to move away from the man, even as he was still talking. He managed to keep some semblance of composure, though his gait was stiffer than normal. Each step made those jeans rub against him, and he was aware of the fabric far more than he should have been.
"Of course," was all Mike said as he tossed the bottle in the bin. He eyed the door for a moment, wondering if he should make his escape. How would he explain this, though? If he couldn't shake it, he wasn't going to get very far anyway. He was already tugging at the collar of his shirt, wanting to tear the thing off. It was getting far too hot in this place. Running was the best plan, but his legs didn't want to cooperate. It took effort to think of things that didn't involve shoving his hands into his pants, or tearing his clothes off.
He barely managed to get to the bathroom, already tearing the shirt off before he got the door closed. Maybe he just needed to...take care of this feeling. Get it out then he could be okay. Dropping the shirt on the floor, he quickly unbuttoned the jeans. That was at least a relief in some ways. But it wasn't enough. It was shocking, really. There was no reason he should be so aggressive aroused.
Wanting to get this over with, he spit into his hand and wrapped his hand around his cock. Mike, being ever the regimented and straight forward person that he was, knew just how to get himself off quickly and efficiently. He couldn't have things like sex distracting him at the academy or on missions, and he couldn't take much time to deal with such things. He should have known this would be different with how flushed he felt. That pressure kept building and building, as he kept getting harder. As everything got more and more sensitive. He bit back a sound of frustration. What had that thing done to him?!
With his back to the wall, he slid to the floor. He tried to focus. Push the stress and fear away. Be in the moment. His other hand joined in, kneading his swollen balls as he stroked himself. He felt like he should be ready to explode, but nothing happened. His head pressed to the wall, he let out a load groan of frustration. More than loud enough for Hadad to hear.
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"Of course," was all Mike said as he tossed the bottle in the bin. He eyed the door for a moment, wondering if he should make his escape. How would he explain this, though? If he couldn't shake it, he wasn't going to get very far anyway. He was already tugging at the collar of his shirt, wanting to tear the thing off. It was getting far too hot in this place. Running was the best plan, but his legs didn't want to cooperate. It took effort to think of things that didn't involve shoving his hands into his pants, or tearing his clothes off.
He barely managed to get to the bathroom, already tearing the shirt off before he got the door closed. Maybe he just needed to...take care of this feeling. Get it out then he could be okay. Dropping the shirt on the floor, he quickly unbuttoned the jeans. That was at least a relief in some ways. But it wasn't enough. It was shocking, really. There was no reason he should be so aggressive aroused.
Wanting to get this over with, he spit into his hand and wrapped his hand around his cock. Mike, being ever the regimented and straight forward person that he was, knew just how to get himself off quickly and efficiently. He couldn't have things like sex distracting him at the academy or on missions, and he couldn't take much time to deal with such things. He should have known this would be different with how flushed he felt. That pressure kept building and building, as he kept getting harder. As everything got more and more sensitive. He bit back a sound of frustration. What had that thing done to him?!
With his back to the wall, he slid to the floor. He tried to focus. Push the stress and fear away. Be in the moment. His other hand joined in, kneading his swollen balls as he stroked himself. He felt like he should be ready to explode, but nothing happened. His head pressed to the wall, he let out a load groan of frustration. More than loud enough for Hadad to hear.