“Roll over,” I order.
As soon as he does, I tug our boxers down enough to free our matching erections. He immediately reaches for our cocks, wrapping them in his fist. “Yeah?” He gives us a couple of tentative strokes.
“Yeah, like that.”
It’s a bit rough, but being close to him feels so good. “Here.” I spit into my palm and take over for him, using my saliva to help slick us up.
“Fuck,” Aaron says a little too loudly. Instead of telling him to be quiet, I lean in and capture his mouth. I’ve been staring at him all day, so close and yet unable to lean in and kiss him every time I want, which is pretty much all the time.
He moans into my mouth, and I hope it’s enough to help muffle the noise. Daniel is in the room next door with his wife, Anne. While Anne would be discreet, my brother is the exact opposite.
“Shit. I’m close. Come with me?”
“Yeah,” I redouble my efforts, and within a few more strokes, I feel Aaron spill over my first. I use his cum as extra lubricant and manage a few more seconds before I come.
It takes a few seconds before either of us moves, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room.
“Thank you,” Aaron whispers. “I needed that.”
“Anytime.” I kiss his forehead. “Let me clean up, and I’ll be right back.”
I pull off my boxers and use them to clean up the worst of the mess. I’ll stick them in a bag to take back home to wash. With a bit of work, I get a pair of sweatpants out of my bag for a trip to the bathroom.
“So, just a friend, huh?” Daniel steps into the hall just as I’m leaving the bathroom, wet washcloth in hand. I tuck it behind my back, hoping maybe he won’t notice.
“Yep.” Never give away more than necessary.
“I don’t usually share orgasms with my friends.”
And that’s confirmation. Shit, I knew Aaron couldn’t keep quiet. Whatever. Daniel and I shared a wall for many years. I’ve heard my fair share of incriminating evidence from his side. “Don’t,” I warn him. Whatever he’s got to dish out over this, I can take it. I know it comes from a place of love. It’s Aaron I worry about. He’d be mortified. Or worse.
Daniel’s face goes soft. “Look, I don’t care what you do. I want you to be happy. You know that, right, Ollie?”
“Yeah, I know. Can you maybe not say anything to anyone? We’re still figuring things out.”
He snorts. “From what I heard, I think you’ve got it all worked out.”
“Don’t be gross.” Anne steps into the hallway and puts a hand on her husband’s arm. “We’re all thrilled for you, Oliver. You and Aaron are wonderful together.” She tugs at Daniel. “Bed. Now.”
He winks at me before he disappears behind a closed door.
Shit. I take a few deep breaths before heading back to my room—no need to worry Aaron over this. By morning, no one will even remember.
He’s nearly asleep when I walk in, but manages to wake up long enough for me to help him clean up. Once we’re both satisfied, I change into a clean pair of boxers and crawl back in behind Aaron.
“So,” he says, just as I was about to fall asleep, “your family is pretty great.”
“Yeah.” I smile. “They are pretty great.” I haven’t always loved having a big, rowdy family—the kind that’s in all of your business all of the time. Trust me, it was not great during my teenage years. But I know how lucky I am, too. I’m fortunate to have siblings who genuinely care about me, and parents who only want what’s best.
“Do you think they like me?” he asks.
I can’t help the burst of laughter that comes straight from my chest. “Why do you ask?”
“I just want to know. I… want them to like me.”
I still see how important this is, written across Aaron’s serious face, barely visible in the darkness.
“They adore you,” I say. “Trust me, if they didn’t, I’d have heard about it by now. The fact that they’re joking with you and giving you a hard time means they’ve accepted you as one of our own.” Before he can get too excited, I remind him, “That means you’re going to have to continue putting up with all of theirantics. And don’t think that ends the minute the car pulls away. They’re going to want your phone number.”
