For Jen_nsync_landl

Duplicity.

Her fingers traced slowly down his torso, trails of fire lingered in their wake, and it took every ounce of will he possessed to remain still and silent beneath her touch. He only hoped she wouldn't notice, or if she did, wouldn’t realise that he could not be asleep with such an exquisitely painful erection  as he currently sported. His cock reached eagerly for her, straining against the unyielding denim and cruel biting metal of his zip.

A moment later all attempts at duplicity vanished and he shot upright in the tub as her hand closed around his denim-clad length.