Nate let out a huff of frustration. He never really got off just flat out jerking off. Then again he hadn't really masturbated at all before Alan showed up in his life. Just the thought of that man made him groan. The pillowcase was damp with his precum, and he shoved it away before rolling onto his back. His cock was fully erect, hard and aching, and he rolled over to one of the side tables to find some lubricant. He could finger fuck himself at least. He had pulled open the door when he caught small movement towards the door. His head turned, nervousness washing over him.<br/><br/>Alan was standing there, watching him like a lion ready to pounce. His face burned with embarrassment, glancing over at the messy pillow and the tangled bedding. His blonde hair was tousled from sleep and he licked his pouty lips. "You're home early," he whispered, voice slightly hoarse. He moved to grab the sheet, pulling it over to hide his erection. How much had he seen? Nate's eyes roamed down Alan's body, seeing his own erection tenting his pants. His throat went dry. "I, uh...well...thought I could take a nap." And hadn't expected to wake up with a raging hard on that was just getting worse with his alpha standing in the doorway.