Gregory
After the almost-sexwith Landon on the breakfast table, Gregory had fled upstairs and quickly pulled his clothes on.
“You’re not going to pick this back up where we left off, are you?” Landon asked after he’d pulled on a pair of sweats and flopped onto his bed.
“I got carried away,” Gregory offered in way of apology. He’d been so taken with the sight of Landon like that on the table, spread open with his pretty pink asshole on display, he’d nearly lost his mind.
“I didn’t care.” Landon palmed his crotch through his sweats, massaging his shaft while he watched Gregory shuffle awkwardly around the room.
“Did you grow up and become an exhibitionist or something?”
Landon raised an eyebrow and tugged his still-hard cock out of his pants.
“Landon, if we fuck again, the first time should not be on a dining table or in a bed because the dining table suddenly became unavailable.” Gregory sighed and approached the bed, his knees bumping the end of the mattress closest to Landon’s feet.
“What would the first time be like?” Landon asked with a long pull of the wrist up his cock.
Gregory’s mind felt as fucked as Landon had said his was earlier. Landon had always been more mercurial, more passionate and wrapped up in his heart rather than his head than Gregory was. But Landon had gone from pushing him off, to inviting him into bed, to spreading his ass apart on a plate of bacon in less than three days.
Gregory shook his head. “I can’t keep up with you, Landon.”
Seemingly picking up on Gregory’s unease, Landon pulled the waistband of his pants up, putting his cock away. It was still hard, though, and tented the fabric in the most obvious manner possible. Landon sat up on his knees and crawled down the mattress so he was eye level with Gregory.
“I can’t think straight when I’m around you.” Landon shrugged and gave Gregory a crooked smile.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be around me.” Gregory scratched the back of his neck. Landon’s face darkened, and Gregory looked away.
“Is that what you want?”
“Since when has what I want mattered?” Gregory took a step backward.
“That sounds supremely bitter coming from someone who said they didn’t hate me.”
“You said you didn’t want to talk about this.”
“Well, now I do.”
Gregory licked his lips and nodded his head. “Yeah, alright. Well, how’s this, Landon? You and me made plans, we made an agreement, we madepromises, then you went behind my back and changed them, invalidated them, and broke them. You didn’t even tell me you’d applied to Columbia until it was time to send the first checks in! I cut the cord with you because my body was in Florida, but my heart was in fucking New York and it felt like I was fucking drowning without you.”
Gregory paced across the room, gesturing wildly with his hands, unable to stop fifteen years of pent-up emotion from escaping through his mouth. Landon watched him, silently; his cock had graciously taken a rest for the proceedings.
Gregory made a snipping motion with his fingers. “I cut you out to save myself, and maybe that was childish or selfish, and maybe you’re right when you say it was all my fault, but I wouldn’t have done it if you’d just come to fucking Florida.”
Gregory turned his back and took a deep breath, scrubbing his hands over his face. There had been another option though. And that was the real point that Gregory’s contention focused on. It hadn’t ever truly been that Landon had gone to New York. It had been that Landon applied to Columbia behind his back.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked, turning to face Landon who hadn’t moved from the bed. Gregory rested his shoulder blades against Landon’s dresser and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you applied to Columbia?” Gregory asked. “Why didn’t you give me a chance to come with you?”
Landon’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink and he stared at the floor.
“I didn’t think it mattered. My parents told me to apply, but you and I had already decided Florida. I applied to shut them up was all. I never thought they’d make me go there.”
Gregory pushed off the dresser and walked back to the bed. He cupped Landon’s neck in his hands and tilted his face upward so he could watch his eyes.
“Landon, I knew.”
