He heads down the hall and knocks on Scott’s door, and when it opens, I tense my fists.
Not like I’m going to do anything. It’s just a knee jerk reaction. I might be pissed as fuck at Scott, but I’d never lay a hand on him. Well, only the good kind.
Scott steps out, his gaze shifting everywhere but me before finally meeting mine. He forces a smile. If he thinks that’s a convincing act, he needs to go back and check that shit in the mirror. If I was Jordan, I’d be asking, “What the hell were you doing fucking around with my brother last night?”
“How was the flight?” Scott asks.
“Not too bad. It’s five hours, so it’s whatever. Mikey told me about what happened last night, by the way.”
Scott’s jaw drops.
Not that, you fucking idiot.
“Whoa, whoa, relax,” Jordan says. “It’s not a big deal.”
Scott stares at him, his face white as a ghost.
I’m about to say something to ease his concern, but I’m enjoying this too much. I kind of like him squirming a bit, especially after what a dick he was about what we did.
“Wow, I didn’t think it would be getting to you this much, dude,” Jordan says. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time you got hammered…”
I see the shift in Scott’s expression as he realizes what Jordan’s talking about. “Just pissed that you didn’t wait ‘til I got home.”
“Oh, yeah,” Scott says before letting out an uneasy laugh. “I know, right?”
“I was just telling Mikey on the way here that it’d better not keep you from getting wasted tonight. Or at least buying me a few drinks.”
Scott laughs, but I can tell it’s more from relief of being wrong about what Jordan was talking about, not because my bro said anything particularly funny.
“Well, I don’t know,” Scott says. “I think it might be better if I stay in. I have to finish up some of these projects, and—”
“Nope, nope, nope. I call bullshit. You’re coming out with us. I need a drink and to tell you about this girl I met. Hot as hell, and she’s from North Carolina. Invited me to stay with her in Asheville. Oh my God. We didn’t do much but make out one night, but damn it was sexy as hell.”
“I guess you have to come out then,” I tell Scott, and his expression tenses up. He looks like he wants to punch me in the face, but also like he’s trying to conceal that part of himself that’s so fucking pissed right now that I would encourage Jordan to bring us out together. He would rather just crawl back into his room and hide until I leave, but I’m not planning on making this easy on him. He’s making this weird for me, so I’m gonna make it weird for him.
12
I sip on my vodka Sprite, drinking as little as possible since I’m not eager to get trashed like I did last night.
Jordan sits between me and Mikey at the bar. A tuft of his dark brown hair, as dark as Mikey’s, twists out of the hole in the cap he has on backwards.
As he talks about his adventures in Belize, all laughs and smiles, he doesn’t seem to notice the tension lingering between me and his brother.
Through my periphery, I keep noticing Mikey gazing at me, but I avoid looking at him because I feel like I need to put on a good act to keep Jordan from suspecting anything. He’s known me for so many years that he can read me better than most people, and while I feel guilty as fuck for what I did and how I want to keep it from him, I know he wouldn’t want to know this. He’s fine with me seeing guys, but he’s never wanted to hear any of the details about my sex life. And I know for sure he wouldn’t want to imagine me going down on his brother or taking that dino-cock of his.
I wish I could move on, but thinking about Mikey and the possibility of another moment alone where we can share an experience like that again—filled with that same passion and intensity—excites me. Of course, fat chance that can happen after what a total ass I was to him this morning.
I know that wasn’t the best way to handle it, but I was freaking out.
And if I hadn’t put my foot down, Mikey sure as fuck wouldn’t have. Hell, he wanted to go again right after I got up.
There was some relief in knowing he still wanted me. It let me know that the hot sex wasn’t just in my imagination, that he experienced something powerful, too. I guess I should have figured out he was enjoying himself by the third time we fucked, but I was so consumed by our passionate kisses and the feel of his flesh against mine that I wasn’t doing much thinking, and if I could have stayed up, I would have totally gone again. Unfortunately, it was so late and I was so drunk that I just passed out. And that was the last time I’d ever fuck him.
“It’s amazing,” Jordan says, “the way you can lie out in the middle of the jungle, look up into the sky, and see all the stars. So many beautiful stars. In the city like this, we can’t really appreciate that. You don’t even think about how weird it is that you never see them, and I’m not talking a few here and there. I’m talking so many, and then it’s like you can see the depth to them. You can see that it’s not just this backdrop of white dots, but this constantly moving lightshow that is better than the most epic fireworks display.”
Mikey snickers. “Obviously you and Asheville girl did more than make out.”
Jordan laughs before taking another drink. “I wish. I mean, she was pushing for more one night when we were really drunk, but then a few of the other guys we met there came around and wanted to stay up chatting. God, I wanted to sneak off into our cabin and have a go at that, you know?”
