Blake
The next morning, I was the first one up. We’d all managed to tear ourselves apart and head to our own rooms the night before, but I still woke up thinking about Casey and Russell and smelling them on my body.
I stumbled into the kitchen, and punched on the coffee machine. My head was blurry, but I had a stupid smile on my face, too.
That was hot. Way fucking hotter than I expected it to be.
Not that I expected anything. I’d told myself a hundred times that hooking up with Casey and Russell was a bad idea. But Casey was fucking Casey, and as soon as Russell started acting flirty, I knew it was hopeless to fight it off.
I wanted it. Bad. I just didn’t know how fucking good it would hurt when I got it.
“Sorry, Peyton,” I mumbled to myself as I turned to the fridge. Not that it was actually Russell’s brother’s business. But the guy was one of my closest friends, and I already felt weird keeping a secret from him with Casey.
My brain started to short circuit when I thought back to last night. Feeling two slick cocks, gliding together at my shaft, it had sent me over the edge, just like those hot moans Russell gasped out and the way Casey tugged us together to kiss.
I realized I was staring into the open fridge. With a grunt, I grabbed the eggs and a few other basics and slammed it shut.
I was a shit cook, especially compared to Casey, but I could at least make breakfast.
I flipped on the stove, then tossed a few strips of bacon in one pan and this veggie sausage thing that Casey liked in the other. Having something to do with my hands helped my brain work, so I just drank coffee and sliced tomatoes for a while, trying to wake up.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t express my feelings. I was capable of doing that, when I needed to. But being a naturally big and sporty guy and having the disposition that I did, people always acted a certain way with me. Teachers, coaches, other kids, everyone acted like I was tough, and they never really expected me to have any problems or checked how I was doing. And because of that, in high school, I got in the habit of keeping any hard feelings I did come across to myself, like a true jock and football star was supposed to.
So expressing my feelings wasn’t impossible, but it wasn’t exactly easy, either.
“Morning,” Russell said, breaking me from my thoughts with a lazy smile on his face. He walked up from the basement in his sweatpants and a T-shirt, and I saw that he still had smudged makeup around his eyes.
I felt a satisfying thump behind my ribs. He somehow looked just as good all tired in the morning as he did last night.
“Morning.” I grabbed the coffee and poured him a cup. “You working today?”
“Yeah, I open.” He took the mug and looked hopefully at the stove. “How about you?”
“Yeah, at the gym.” I smiled. “Here,” I told him, then handed off a block of cheese and a grater. “Want to help? We’ll all eat together.”
“Definitely,” Russell smiled back.
I remembered something Casey always said. Since my default expression was a frown, I had to use my words and tell people when I was having a good time. When that hopeful look stayed on Russell’s face, I forced the words out, needing to make sure he felt good.
“I had fun,” I said. “Last night.”
Russell looked down, a little shy, and that tugged at me. “Yeah. Me, too. I didn’t expect that to happen.”
I chuckled. “Same here. Glad it did, though.”
Russell stared at his coffee mug, contemplating something. “This is weird to ask, but could you not tell Peyton that I wear makeup sometimes? I’m just still figuring out how to talk to my family about that.”
I turned off the stove. “Yeah, of course,” I told him. “I’m not really a gossip anyway.”
Russell laughed. “I figured.”
“Morning.” Casey emerged into the kitchen. His hair was messy, falling to the side, and the old white T-shirt that he slept in was stretched thin over his chest. “And no problem, Russell. I won’t mention anything to Peyton either.”
Russell looked relieved. “Thanks,” he said.
Casey messed up Russell’s sandy hair as he passed on the way to the coffee. “If he gives you a hard time, just let me and Blake know. We’ll bully him mercilessly until he stops.”
Russell laughed. “Sorry to dump that on you before breakfast.”
