Sending my response back to him, I folded myself back into my chair and let a long breath leave me.
Guess I had a date tomorrow.
Hopefully, I wouldn’t fuck it up.
CHAPTER 12
Avery
Brandon’s emailwas the last notification I expected to receive after taking an unnecessarily long cold shower the second I got back home.
I’d planned on wiping the memories, along with my shame, down the drain and punishing myself in the process. An appropriate response to my otherwise failed attempts at whatever the fuck happened back at Brandon’s house and the inevitable fallout because of it.
Freezing myself to death was on the dramatic side of things, more than I cared to admit, but it had done the job in forcing everything but the need to get warmer from my mind by the time I shut the water off and wrapped myself up in a towel.
I’d made the mistake of checking my phone once I’d stumbled back into my bedroom again, discovering an email waiting for me, and soon realizing how easy it was to unravel all of the hard work I’d done in locking up those goddamn memories and throwing the key away in the process.
Or so I thought.
Attached to the email were a couple of pictures, the message with it reading: “The black Bel Air needs an entire new exhaust system. Here is the quote. Can order and have parts in by Monday.”
And that was it.
Collapsing down onto my bed with only the towel to keep me from completely soaking my bedsheets, I stared up at the ceiling and wondered where the fuck I was supposed to go from here.
It shouldn’t be that much of a shock that Brandon was still willing to work on these cars. His integrity to finishing up a project showed significantly in how he led all aspects of his life. Half-assed was not in his forte, and neither was abandoning something halfway through after committing to it in the first place.
His message wasn’t a good sign. The clipped tone and the professionalism that had none of the friendliness like the emails he’d sent me before this were telling. He was uncomfortable with me.
“Fuck.”Gritting the word through my clenched teeth, I fisted my hands into the wet lengths of my hair and tugged on them hard enough at the roots to hurt.
How could I come back from this?
Realistically, approaching him at his business would do fuck all in terms of soothing the tension between us. It wouldn’t look like me coming to him as a friend, concerned about our relationship after a major fuck up on my part.
What it would come across looking like was me cornering him and pressuring him into forgiving me for my crude-ass behavior.
How the hell was I supposed to explain myself anyway?
Me, a straight man, humping my gay best friend like a fucking dog.
But oh god, the way he moaned. Those soft, breathy sounds that whispered over my skin and tickled my shoulder while I had my face buried in his neck. I’d never felt another cock rubbing against mine in my entire life, but in that moment, it’d felt fucking fantastic.
The hard ridges of him lined up with my own, grinding together while each thrust of my hips into his brought on that building sensation at the base of my spine.
What would’ve happened if a different scenario went down?
If Brandon had woken up and instead of being freaked out and pushing me away, he’d been surprised but delighted to continue.
It isn’t until I feel my balls squeeze that I realize I’d somehow snuck my hand under my towel and fisted my already hard cock. Squeezing around it, I shifted my hand up from the base, moving to circle around my leaking tip and back down to spread it along the length of me.
Imagining one of Brandon’s calloused fingers coming up to grab at my hair and force me down into a kiss had me closing my eyes to picture it, my hand tightening. Our tangled tongues coming together to taste the inside of each other like we were memorizing the details.
I’d never thought about kissing Brandon before this. Hell, it’d never crossed my mind to get so close to him that our bodies brushed together, let alone grinding against him intentionally until we were both popping boners.
His hitched breath had done me in, gotten me curious into exploring an unknown territory that I’d otherwise left unclaimed until that very moment. Hell, I never thought that there was anythingtoexplore.
I’d been as straight as the day was long for my entire life with nothing to tell me otherwise.
