Sleepwas elusive that night.EverytimeIclosed my eyes,IsawKevinstaring at me with so much lust in his gaze it buckled my knees.Theone timeIdid manage to drift off, my brain took that fleeting moment to a whole new level.
Kevinon his knees for me.Helooked up, his whiskey-brown eyes pleading with me.
“Youknow what you have to do if you want my cock,”Ireminded him.Hepractically purred asIcombed my fingers through his unruly hair.Hislips were already swollen and glistening from the tasteI’dallowed him of my cock.Betweenhis legs, his own throbbing erection leaked onto the floor. “Comeon, you can do it.”
HisAdam’sapple bobbed as he swallowed hard.Hewanted this, we both knew he did, but he wouldn’t give in easily. “Please,Anson…”
“Please, what?”Itwisted my fingers, giving his hair a harsh tug. “Tellme exactly what you want, sweetheart, andI’llgive it to you.”
“Needyou,” he whimpered. “I’mso empty.”
Iran my thumb over his parted lips. “Areyou empty here?Isthis where you want my cock?”
“Anywhere.Just…need to feel you inside me.Pleaselet me have your cum,” he pleaded.Hislower lids were damp with unshed tears.
Icurled my fingers around the root of my dick, painting his lower lip with my precum. “HowcanIrefuse when you’ve asked so nicely?”
Ijolted awake with a start, shocked to realizeIwas jerking off in my sleep.Myfingers ached, even as they continued stroking up and down my shaft.Precumslicked the way.Iclosed my eyes, trying to get back the image ofKevinbeing the one to bring me pleasure, but my mind remained blank.
Itried so fucking hard to imagine the feel ofKevin’scallused hands around me, which led to wondering if that was something he’d enjoy.Fromthere, everything spiraled into a tornado of thoughts and insecurity until my erection made a quick departure from the building.
“Fuck!”Iyelled into the darkness.I’dgone most of my life without feeling any sort of driving need to come, and now,I’dbeen cockblocked twice in one day.Andone of those times was by my own need to overthink every single fucking thing.
Thefollowing morning was miserable.EvenifI’dwanted to putBartout before crawling back into bed to see ifIcould get a few hours of sleep, duty called.Ormore likeMomcalled, which was even worse.Lovedthat woman to death, but this morning the shrill tone of her voice felt like shards of glass digging into my brain.
“Hey, sweetie.I’msorry to call you so early, butEddiecalled and said he andJunewon’t be able to work the stand this morning,” she said as soon asIpicked up the phone.Isqueezed my eyes shut, trying to figure out why she was telling me.IfIwasn’t exhausted from spending the night trying to dissect every interactionI’dhad for signsImight have missed, it would have dawned on me sooner. “Yourdad andIcouldhead down first thing, but that would make for a long day since we have to tear down this evening.”
Isighed asIstared at my fresh cup of coffee, realizing my plans to burrow into the couch and savor a cup had evaporated.Igrabbed a travel mug from the cabinet and poured the contents from one cup to the other over the sink before she even asked the question. “Ineed to grab a quick shower, butI’llbe down there in about twenty minutes.Doyou need me to stop by for the cash box?”
“Areyou sure?Idon’t want to interrupt any plans you might have.”Itwas cute how she made it seem likeIwouldn’t have been roped into helping ifIhadn’t offered first.Allof us brothers had been raised knowingHarvestFestivalweekend was the one time of yearMomturned into a drill sergeant if necessary, telling us where we needed to be rather than asking.NowthatBillyandDannyhad families of their own, even ifDanny’swas just a doting husband, only two of us were subjected to potential early mornings.
“Yes,Mom.I’msure.So, cash box?”Iset the travel mug next to my keys and ran upstairs to get ready for my shower whileIfinished my call.
“I’llhave your dad bring it down to the park.Ifyou want us to takeBartfor the morning, bring him with you, andDadcan put him out in the dry lot so he won’t make himself sick.”I’dconsidered knocking onKevin’sdoor to see if he could stay there, but that might be awkward after last night.Thingshadn’t exactly ended as well asI’dhoped for, and if he questioned me about where my head had been,Iwouldn’t have answers for him.ButifBartwent over toMomandDad’s, there was a good chance they’d ask me to help break down the food stand at the end of the day and then come over for dinner.Bothoptions sucked equally.
Thenagain,Bartwas an easy excuse to contactKevinsoIcould sus out how he was feeling about everything.Itdidn’t sit right with me that things had been awkward since the kiss.AndIwas the one who’d screwed things up becauseI’dautomatically assumed him rushing out as soon as he found a chance meant he wasn’t interested.
Butwhat if he was?
WhatifIwas the one overthinking everything?
AndsinceIhad to get to the park, there wouldn’t be time for a drawn-out conversation about things.Yeah, that was the better way to go. “Thanks, but my neighbor offered to takeBartwheneverIneeded, soI’llprobably see if the two of them want to hang out for the day.ThenDadcan hover as long as he feels it necessary to be sureIdon’t give away too much food.”
Momchuckled at that.Whenwe’d been teens,BillyandCarsonhad nearly put the food tent into the red, giving away so much food to their buddies.They’dtried justifying their actions, saying the food was old and no one would want to pay for it anyway, as if there weren’t procedures in place to keep that very thing from happening. “I’mpretty sure we can trust you.Evenwhen your brothers gave us fits, you never did.Youwere the rule follower of the bunch.”
Thatwas me.Thegood son, the one they never had to worry about.Theboring brother our parents relied on to tell them when the younger boys got into trouble.Theson who always tried to live up to expectations higher than their parents had ever set.
Iwasn’t listening asMomran through everythingIneeded to do whenIgot to the park.We’dbeen doing this for so many yearsIcould do it in my sleep.Today’squestion was whetherIcould do it while going through an existential crisis.MembersofGroveUnityNetworkwould already be down there cooking.Theyhad likely arrived as the sun rose over the lake.
Theonly upside of the conversation dragging was it didn’t leave me enough time to take a leisurely shower.Aquick scrub of the pertinent areas before the water even fully heated would have to suffice ifIstill had to run next door with the mutt.
“Bart, wanna play withKevin?”Iasked, keeping my tone chipper.Assoon asIopened the front door, he was off, headed straight across the driveways.
Bythe timeIlocked the front door and joined him,Kevinwas sitting on the front porch, sipping his coffee while petting my dog. “Losesomething?”
“Atleast he no longer tries exploring as much of the city as possible,”Imused.NowthatBartknew there was someone who’d love on him as much as he wanted, he stuck close to home.Kevin’sface remained impassive despite my attempt at a joke.
Thingsbetween us had been so good recently.I’dactually found myself looking forward to seeing him at the end of the workday, and nowI’dgone and screwed things up.Maybethis was a horrible idea.Ishould have takenMomup on her offer to haveDaddriveBartout to the house, but it was too late to change my mind.Thatwould make everything so much more awkward betweenKevinand me, not to mention my mom would probably interrogate me about whyI’dchanged my mind.
