“So he had no reason not to tell you.” Charlie nodded. “He wouldn’t have. If he’d known.”
“I figured. But I was also hoping it was the right thing to do. And I think it was? Maybe?”
Charlie swallowed. It was the right thing. Hedidfeel better now that he’d gotten to see Scott again, now that he knew their friendship wasn’t over.
He would have preferred that none of it had happened in the first place, but it was too late for that now.
“It was. I don’t want things to be weird between us. If you want to forget it happened, I’m cool with that.”
“I think we should do that,” Scott said, shifting Chewie’s weight in his lap. “Start over.”
Charlie’s heart sank all the way down to his stomach, but he shoved the feeling aside and stood up from the table instead. “Have you had breakfast yet?”
Scott shook his head. “I was too nervous about seeing you to eat.”
“Well, I just woke up. So I’m starving, and I’m guessing you’re starving, and I would kill a man for a pancake right about now. You want some?”
This time, when Charlie looked at him, the look on Scott’s face was hopeful. He wasn’t sure if that had more to do with the offer of pancakes or the fact that they were both agreeing to forget last night, but it didn’t really matter.
It hurt to see Scott upset.
It hurt so much that Charlie was willing to do whatever it took to stop it from happening again.
His crush on Scott wasn’t going anywhere just yet. That was okay, though. He could channel it into friendship.
Right now, he could channel it into making the best damned pancakes anyone had ever eaten.
“I’ll take that look as a yes,” Charlie said, before Scott had a chance to answer. “Does Chewie need anything?”
“He could use a cuddle from his friend Charlie.” Scott wet his lips.
Scott looked likehecould use a cuddle from his friend Charlie, too, but Charlie understood why he didn’t want to ask for one. It was probably better if they kept physical contact to a minimum, at least for a while.
Especially when Scott’s fingertips already sent sparks skittering up Charlie’s arms.
Nothing had changed between them. Two kisses wasn’t so entirely different from one.
They could still be friends. Just friends, nothing more.
Chapter Fourteen
Scott woke with a start, his heart pounding and his lungs burning as he gasped for air. It took him a few moments to remember where he was, the dream he’d been having still so vivid and clear in his mind that he couldn’t separate it from reality at first.
The dream about Charlie.
Thesexdream about Charlie.
He blinked in the darkness, painfully aware that his cock was hard between his legs.
Hard because in his mind, Charlie had been on top of him, stripping both of their clothes off methodically, reaching down to touch…
Before Scott made a conscious decision about how to react, he was already reaching down, wrapping his fingers around his cock. It was thick and heavy in his hand, precome gathering at the head.
Some other time, he might’ve thought about what he was doing. Paused to consider before diving into a fantasy about another man. But not now. He felt as though he was about to burst if he didn’t get off, his whole body wound tight.
He wanted to kiss Charlie again. He wanted so much more than that. In this moment, he wanted Charlie with him, touching him, replacing Scott’s fingers with his own and tugging hard and fast on his cock, moaning eagerly into his ear.
Scott’s stomach bottomed out at the mental image. He gripped his cock tighter, thumbing the head to spread precome down the shaft, knowing that he wasn’t about to go slow or gentle.
