“You said you’d answer our questions,” Ezra objected.
“Yeah, and I did answer some of your questions. But what happened between me and Frisk is in the past, and it stays in the past. It wouldn’t do the two of you any good to hear that sad story.”
Ezra frowned, and Irving leaned over, whispering in his ear again. Irving’s fingers trailed across Ezra’s cheek while he spoke, and Ezra’s lips moved in soft little circles while he listened.
Fucking hell.
Get your mind out of the gutter, Brick.
Irving leaned forward, his hand landing on Ezra’s thigh. “If you’re leaving town anyway, what’s the point in not telling us? Maybe it will help us to know the story, maybe it won’t, but it’s not like it’s really going to matter to you. You’ll be on your way, and nothing else you do back here will matter anymore.”
Ezra’s hand landed on top of Irving’s, their fingers lacing together. When Ezra noticed that I was staring, he licked his lips, and his eyes lit up in that way I’d seen a few times before.
It was like that spark I felt in my gut was shooting off behind his glasses, impish and bold.
“Yeah, Brick,” he said. “Nothing else you do here in the motel will matter anymore. So why not just do it?”
My cock twitched to attention in my jeans, straining against the hard fabric and making me wish I had put on a pair of boxers that day. I shoved my hand down to adjust myself, and Irving’s eyes were trained straight to my crotch. Ezra noticed and threw his leg over his friend’s leg, tangling their bodies further together.
I felt the hot ache of desire building, temptation grabbing me in a place I hadn’t been touched in a while. Ahead of me, I had days of driving and then another long haul of keeping my head down in a city full of strangers. And in front of me, I had something so sweet I could practically taste it.
A bad idea, dressed up all pretty, playing footsie together on my bed.
“Come on, Brick,” Ezra said, a naughty grin on his face. “What do you say?”
