Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Harry,” he said.
“Your brother?” Confusion mingled with a kernel of denial. “What about him?”
“Harry got drunk one night, and he had his own come-to-Jesus moment. He spilled his guts to me, telling me how deep in love with you he was and how all he wanted to do was get with you. He even said it would absolutely devastate him if you ever got with me. He said he noticed how close together we sat, how we looked at each other sometimes. He just let it all out, and it immediately put me in a place where I had to make a decision.” Jason let his head fall back on the headboard, his arms crossed against his chest. “So I made a decision.”
The dark room concealed some of the complete shock I knew was displayed on my face.
“I mean… fuck. I—I don’t even know what to say.”
“Yeah, neither did I when he told me all that,” Jason said, huffing out a long held breath.
“I never realized it. How didn’t I see that?”
“For a behavioral analyst, you kind of missed a big one there.” I could see Jason’s smile, painted a ghostly white in the moonlight.
“Asshole,” I said, gently slapping his chest.
“I didn’t see it either,” he continued. “So when he told me, I haywired. I knew I had to be forceful about cutting things off. Harry… he’s been by my side since I was a tiny kid. And I’ve been by his… I fucked up. I should be the one who’s sorry, Matt.”
“You don’t—”
“No, I do. I’m sorry. I should have chased after you. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I hurt you. And I did it on purpose, because I knew that if I even showed one sign of weakness, I’d let you back in, and we’d destroy one of the people we love the most in this world.”
Fuck, this was heavy and a huge surprise. I had thought Jason found someone else, that he had wanted me out of the picture because maybe there was a better picture somewhere else.
There had been someone else, but not in the way I expected. It made my heart fill with a melancholy sadness, thinking about all that time Harry must have been pining for me while I solely had eyes for his little brother.
“Jason… I love your brother. He’s my best friend, and I would never intentionally hurt him. But we’re grown, now. We’ve moved on. Harry probably moved on, too. I don’t want to hold back what we have anymore, not for anything.”
Jason licked his lips. Under the covers, his leg found mine, gently resting against it. Heat circulated between us. “I have a feeling that’s what he wanted to talk about. I think seeing you brought back old feelings. Harry’s the kind of guy who’ll hold on to feelings like that for his entire life. He still talks about the crush he had with a guy in fifth grade.”
“Then maybe we can all have a discussion tomorrow. We can talk to him and have an open conversation for once. Maybe we couldn’t do that back in our twenties, but we’re all old enough to talk about the real shit now.” Our legs crossed, more skin touching skin. My knee was practically resting against his balls. I could feel his heat running through me. I swallowed, my mind swirling around the revelation and my cock throbbing for other reasons entirely.
“We can do that,” Jason said.
“He would want us to be happy.”
“I know, I know…”
“So let’s be happy, then.” I reached under the covers and rubbed down Jason’s stomach, not having to travel far to feel how hard he was. I couldn’t help the moan that rose from my throat at being able to hold Jason’s stiff cock in my hand again. I’d been dreaming about this, aching for it.
“Let’s be happy,” Jason said, his cock twitching in my grip as he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue sliding in and taking command, swirling around mine, tasting every inch of me.
It was a kiss that didn’t hold anything back.
Just like old times.
13
JASON QUILL
All forms of cohesive thought disintegrated the second Matt’s grip closed around my cock. I closed my eyes and drifted right back to the old days, when we’d spend hours playing with each other’s bodies, forgetting all about the world around us, tunnel vision homed in directly on Matt’s body.
Every piece of him. I loved every fucking inch. His strong chest, the furry trail of dark hair that led down his stomach, the pulsing bulge in his pants.
I swirled my tongue around his and pushed my hips up, grinding my cock into Matt’s palm. The flames inside me burned away any kind of reservations I had, at least for the moment. We could handle the brother situation when the sun came back up, but for now, the world only consisted of us.