“Here’s a change of clothes for you. I haven’t come in my underwear like that since I was a teenager. You must be uncomfortable. I’m gonna go start breakfast for everyone while you get changed.”
Josh gave his shoulder a squeeze and left the room.
Nobody took care of him like Josh did.
Nobody knew him like Josh did.
And now, no one had ever made him come like Josh did.
Fuck. That's going to make the rest of this trip interesting.
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The scent of bacon lured Riley downstairs to find Josh preparing a breakfast feast for everyone in the house.
“You brought a waffle maker?”
Josh turned from the stove with a wide smile on his face, full of delight. “Nah, I found it in one of the cabinets. This is the best house ever! We should come again every year.”
It was so easy to make Josh happy. He truly appreciated the simple things better than anyone else.
Riley jumped in to help scramble eggs and mix batter for the waffles. Later, Elena and Cole stumbled into the kitchen, Elena grabbing a stool and Cole cozying upbehind her.
“Damn, something smells so freaking good,” Cole said blissfully. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and spritzed some on Elena’s neck before licking it away. “Never mind, it’s just my girlfriend, like usual.”
“Cole, it’s way too early for your antics,” she said, shivering at his touch. “Don’t you have an off button?”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest, speaking softly against her ear but loud enough for Riley and Josh to hear. “You know exactly where all my buttons are, Bubbles.”
She giggled and pushed him away, then reached for a mug and the carafe of coffee in front of her.
“Thanks for starting breakfast, you guys,” she said as she prepared her drink with some cream and sugar. “You ran away early last night, so we were worried you weren’t feeling well.”
“We’re all good,” Riley said, feeling the heat in his cheeks.
Cole stole the mug from Elena, because apparently he had a death wish, and took a fortifying sip as Josh threw a wrench in their morning.
“Actually, we hooked up this morning and we're wondering if that means we’re gay. Cole, how do you figure out how gay you are?”
To no one’s surprise, Cole sprayed his sip of coffee all over Elena, who stared at the ceiling and counted toten. Something she did often around Cole.
“I’m sorry, you guys hooked up? What exactly do you mean by ‘hooked up?’” Cole asked as he grabbed paper towels and began trying to clean his fuming, coffee-stained girlfriend.
“Josh—” Riley started.
“You said not to blurt it out in front of Abby and Hailey, but it’s Cole and Elena, and they both know he’s bi!” Josh said, and Riley let out a long breath.
“It’s… It was… It’s not…” he struggled.
“Sounds like it was pretty good,” Cole said unhelpfully, and Riley’s face had to be as red as a tomato.
“It felt great! Best orgasm ever,” Josh shouted, causing Elena to choke on the coffee she finally got to taste. She was going to kill one of them.
Riley rushed to fix a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, and placed it in front of Elena with an apologetic look on his face. She gave him a sympathetic smile in return once she got control of her breathing.
“Okaaaay, well, let’s start with your question,” Cole said, making himself a plate of breakfast food once he finished fussing over Elena. “No one can tell you how gay you are except yourself. It’s kind of a spectrum or a scale. Few people are one hundred percent gay or one hundred percent straight. You fall somewhere on a scale. And that could change over time as you understand yourself better, so it’s not even permanent.”
Riley’s gaze snapped between Cole, Josh and Elena. Elena pretended to mind her own business and Cole was surprisingly serious, a rare phenomenon. Josh looked like he was trying to do calculus in his head.
