"I guess that depends."
"On what?"
"Whether the part of you that wants Luc is stronger than the part of you that thinks it's wrong."
"It's not just about what I think though, is it?" Adam asked, gradually feeling more frustrated. "It's about what everyone else thinks."
Mason's mouth curved into an incredulous smile, his eyebrows sloping up towards the centre of his forehead. "How many people told you boys don't do ballet?"
"Too many to count."
"Exactly. And did you let their opinions stop you?"
"It's different, Mase."
Mason's eyebrows raised even further, his smile becoming tighter. "Why?"
"Because wanting to be a male ballet dancer is completely different to wanting to fuck my brother."
"Stepbrother."
"Mum and Dad won't care about the semantics," Adam whispered.
"It sounds like you've already made your mind up. You're just waiting for your body to catch up."
"I haven't," Adam growled.
Mason arched an eyebrow. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. It’s obvious you want to be with Luc, even if you’re too scared to take that step.”
Adam sighed. Mason was right. “Do you blame me?” he asked miserably. “What am I going to do, Mase?”
"You have three choices," Mason said.
Adam widened his eyes, signalling he was ready to hear Mason's thoughts.
"You ignore how you feel and hope your lust goes away."
Mason's clear blue gaze studied him. Adam was pretty sure his friend was looking for some physical clue that would betray how he felt. Whether he was giving off non-verbal cues or not, Adam wasn't sure, but he did know that he felt a pang of despair, deep within his chest, at the thought of not being able to kiss Luc again.
"Or?" he asked, hoping Mason had some better options for him.
"You give in to your lust and see Luc in secret."
Adam's chest swelled at the thought of being able to be with Luc. To touch him, kiss him, blow him, and screw him. God, he wanted that so badly. But at the same time, the thought of keeping his desire secret fromeveryonesmothered his lust with tar.
"Or?" His voice was tight.
"You see Luc openly and accept the consequences."
Adam's stomach dropped at that suggestion. He felt physically sick at the thought and was pretty sure he couldn't live with the consequences, whatever they may be. He couldn't hurt his parents like that. "What should I do?" he breathed.
Mason shook his head. "I can't make that decision for you.
Adam moved his elbow, so that he flopped fully onto the bed. "It's a mess, isn't it?"
"It's a difficult situation, yes," Mason replied quietly. "Sorry."
Adam stared at him. "You don't have to be sorry. Hell, you've acted really cool about the whole thing. I had visions of you chucking me out on the street."
