Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“So, they’re, umm—” Brady starts, but I cut him off and force myself to face him.
“All good. I didn’t see anything.”
Brady smiles. “Now, we both know that isn’t true, but I just wanted to ask if you maybe wouldn’t mention this to Peyton?”
“You want me to lie?”
“Is it really lying if we pretend this didn’t happen? You’re drunk. You’re seeing things.”
I nod. “I can pretend, sure. If Peyton asks, which he won’t because he’s sound asleep, I’ll say you helped me find ibuprofen for my head. But can I ask why Peyton doesn’t know?”
“Why my brother doesn’t know I’m hooking up with two random dudes?”
I hang my head. “Oh. When you put it like that …?”
He moves to the sink to fill a cup of water for me and bring it back. “Thanks. Now, take these and go back to bed. With any luck, you still have so much alcohol coursing through your system you actually will forget when you wake up in a few hours.”
I hold up two tablets and throw them back. “Here’s hoping.”
“Goodnight.”
Right. Bed. “Night.”
We both take off in opposite directions, vowing to never speak of this again.
When I get back to bed and climb in next to Peyton, he stirs but doesn’t wake. That is until I maybe, sorta, accidentally on purpose cuddle up to him.
“Levi?” he rasps, but he hasn’t opened his eyes.
I want to ask who else would it be, but I might not like that answer. “Just went to find some painkillers.”
He tries to sit up. “I’ll go for you.”
I pull him back down. “It’s okay. Brady was still up. He got them for me.”
Peyton settles back and opens his arms for me. He still hasn’t even cracked an eye open. “That’s good. Did you end up being sick?”
“Nope.”
“Awesome. I can do this, then.” He brings his lips down on mine.
He tastes like stale alcohol, and I’m sure I don’t taste any better, but neither of us cares.
Peyton’s only in his boxers, but I’m still fully dressed, thanks to falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow earlier. I want to rectify the clothing situation, but my hands are too busy roaming all over his hard chest to take a break and strip out of my clothes.
As if reading my mind, Peyton reaches for the button on my jeans. It’s a struggle as he gets the fly down, and I try to help him by wriggling out of them.
His mouth leaves mine. “Fuck it.” He sits up, fully awake now, and maneuvers himself between my legs.
My jeans are gone a second later and then my underwear.
While he takes off his own, I ditch my shirt and watch as his cock springs free. I want him in my mouth again. I want him inside me. But I don’t know what Peyton wants.
My gaze meets his, where he’s starting down at me, watching me take him all in.
“What do you want to do?” I whisper.
“As much as I love all the ideas running through your head while you look at me—”
“You a mind reader now?”
“Nope, but you look like you want to devour me whole, and as tempting as that is to do again, it’s the middle of the night, I’m tired but so fucking horny, and this is purely about getting off.”
I touch my chest. “Be still, my beating heart. You really know how to put the romance in coming.”
“Who needs romance when you can have orgasms?”
“Now, that’s something I can’t argue with.”
Peyton smiles. “Cool. Because there is something I want to try.”
“Yeah?”
“I saw this thing in porn where—”
“And now I’m scared.”
“Is this so scary?” He grips my cock and gives me a stroke.
“No. Not scary at all. Keep going.”
“I plan to.” He lowers himself on top of me, still with his hand wrapped around my dick, but then his cock slides into his fist, against mine.
His other hand rests next to my head, his fingers scrunched tight into my pillow. It allows him to hold himself up while he rotates his hips, dragging his cock along mine. He looks down between us and watches us moving together.
“It’s even hotter in person,” he mumbles. “Feels better than just my hand too.”
We’re both leaking precum, making it smoother for him to thrust against me, but I get stuck on his words.
“You’ve jerked off to gay porn?”
He slows his pace, and I immediately regret asking. “What, like you haven’t?”
I run my hand down his back and grip his ass, pushing him into me so he’ll move faster. “Not what I mean.”
“Oh, you mean because I’m only a baby bi that my porn preferences would still be hetero?”
I’m about to argue when he lowers his head next to my ear.
“What if I told you I started watching gay porn and getting myself off while thinking about you? Imagining we were the ones in the clip doing hot, gay things together …”