Mike wants something

Mike leaned back, stretching casually, that sly grin still plastered on his face. "Hey, Jake, why don’t you grab me something to drink?" he said, his tone light, but there was a certain edge to it that made Jake pause for a moment.

For a split second, Jake considered telling him to get it himself, but the thought faded almost as quickly as it came. Without really thinking, Jake found himself standing up, heading toward the kitchen. The action felt automatic, like it wasn’t even a choice he was making. But as he reached for a drink from the fridge, a sudden wave of warmth spread through his body.

By the time he closed the fridge door, he realized his pulse had quickened, and an unfamiliar tightness was forming in his jeans. Jake blinked, confused by the sudden surge of arousal. **Why am I…?** He brushed the thought aside, telling himself it was nothing, but he couldn’t ignore the growing hardness in his pants. His face flushed slightly, but he couldn’t stop himself. He brought the drink back to Mike, his dick already throbbing uncomfortably.

"Here you go," Jake muttered, handing the drink over, trying to ignore the strange sensation gnawing at him, but his body betrayed him, a deep, unwanted arousal settling in as Mike took the bottle with a knowing smirk.