Taylor shook his head. “No, who’s your favorite friend?”
Fletcher’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you wanna know?” He was dancing around his answer. It was pretty obvious to everyone who Fletcher’s favorite person was.
“Douglas told me a few weeks ago that he’s kind of your only friend,” Taylor told him, letting out a breathy laugh.
Fletcher rolled his eyes. “He wants to think he’s my only friend because he hasn’t learned object permanence yet.”
“Right? That’s what I was thinking too when he told me. We both know that I’m clearly your favorite.”
He couldn’t help but look at Taylor with a happy look in hiseyes, signaling to Taylor that he was right on the money. He wondered if it would be weird to outright tell Taylor that he was his favorite friend. “Who’s your favorite?” Fletcher asked him with a toothy grin.
Taylor smirked. “I’d gotta go with the Jacksonville Manatees. You know how much I love to root for the underdog.”
“Oh, get over yourself,” Fletcher laughed. He leaned to the side and nudged Taylor with his shoulder. “Answer my question,” he said a little more seriously. He really wanted to know. He looked into Taylor’s eyes.
“Obviously you,” he admitted, smiling playfully. It was only for a split second, but Fletcher thought he saw Taylor’s eyes flicker to his lips before returning to meet his gaze. Maybe he was overthinking it and looking too much into things. Maybe it was wishful thinking. His heart still fluttered.
The memory he had of them together in Jacksonville was one he kept buried deep, deep inside of him. But it had clawed its way back to the center of Fletcher’s mind as he sat there with Taylor on his couch. Sitting closer than they should be. But in the comfort of his own home, he didn’t mind that much.
“Obviously,” he repeated it back to him. The way he was looking at Taylor was a lot more suggestive now. They stared at one another like it was a game. They were testing their limits with each other, but it only took one person to cross the line and cause everything to implode.
13
The Flying Game
It had been one of the rare sunny days that they only got a few times out of the year in Seattle. Taylor awoke to the golden light of the sunrise coming in through his window. The morning birds chirped as the cicadas hummed outside.
A knock on his bedroom door drew his attention away from the window. The door slowly crept open to reveal an already naked Fletcher. Finally. He had waited way too long for this.
“Are we really doing this?” Taylor asked him excitedly. “You’ve come to your senses?”
“I just can’t stay away from you,” Fletcher told him. “You drive me crazy, Taylor.”
Taylor quickly slid out of his bed and wrapped a hand around the back of Fletcher’s head to pull him in for a deep, passionate kiss. It started out familiar and sweet before it quickly escalated into something completely different. Something wild and frantic. Like they were running out of time.
Taylor’s hand moved to Fletcher’s cheek as he eagerly brushedFletcher’s soft lips with the pad of his thumb. Fletcher whimpered and parted his lips as Taylor plunged his finger into Fletcher’s mouth.
His hot mouth sucked him as Fletcher dropped to his knees at the same time Taylor did, bodies fully in sync with each other like always. Fletcher’s hand gripped Taylor’s wrist as Taylor’s thumb assertively massaged Fletcher’s tongue.
Fletcher opened his mouth and connected their lips in another kiss. One that was slow and tender, as if Fletcher had wanted to slow things down a bit. Taylor removed his thumb from Fletcher’s mouth as he cupped Fletcher’s jaw and rested his forehead on his.
“Taylor…” Fletcher said softly.
Except it wasn’t his voice.
“Taylor?” A young voice called out as Taylor jolted awake. He looked out the window again, but the golden sun and singing birds had been replaced by the sound of rain pattering outside.
“Are you awake?” Caleb asked through the door.
“Yeah little man, I’m up now,” Taylor called out hoarsely. He cleared his throat.
“Can we still go see a movie today?”
“Let me grab a shower and we can head out,” he promised the kid.
“Okay. See you upstairs,” Caleb said. He heard tiny footsteps run quickly back up the creaky, wooden stairs. Taylor squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled his hair and let out a groan of frustration. His cock had grown erect as he woke up with Fletcher still on his mind.
Taylor was hit with the realization that he had really, really screwed up.
