Peyton shook his head, getting control of himself. “I did not see that coming.”
“The part where giving me a luxurious rimjob made you shoot your load?”
“The whole damn thing.”
He looked dazed, like he’d just gotten off a rollercoaster or something. It was cute as hell, and I wanted to keep him like that as long as I could, but I still heard the minutes counting down on the mix. After one last good look, I rolled off and grabbed his bourbon, then handed it to him.
“Uh, thanks,” Peyton said. He took a sip of the drink, then looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time again. “I hope that was good for you, too?”
I grinned. “I can’t remember enjoying another person’s tongue in my ass more.”
He barked out a laugh. “Oh my god. When you say it that way.”
I shrugged. “Glad to help you cross a couple more things off your list.”
I fished my boxer briefs out of the pile of clothes, reluctant for this to end but running out of time. While I started dressing, Peyton and I exchanged a few glances. The drunken stupor of the orgasm was fading, and I could see that he was remembering the truth, like I was.
Tonight was… not a mistake, exactly. I couldn’t bring myself to think of it that way. But it was a slip in judgment, one we couldn’t afford to make again.
And no matter how good it felt, the painful fact was coming back to light that my brother would likely see this all differently. This was all happening behind his back and at a moment when I was supposed to be regaining his trust.
Fuck, were these emotions ever confusing. But even if I wanted to go for this, try to make the hookups with Peyton into something that lasted, I couldn’t just turn around and tell Noah. Peyton hadn’t even come out of the closet to my brother, or anyone else in his life, and I didn’t feel right pushing him when he just started figuring it all out.
When I turned back, he was buttoning up his shirt. “I guess I’ll get out of here, once you’re back to work.”
“I’ll call you a car,” I told him, and when he started to object, I shook my head firmly. “I insist.”
“Thanks,” he said, relenting.
The night ending, I did the only thing I could do. I crossed back over to Peyton and took him in a deep, slow kiss. I tasted his breath and felt the heat of his body, the seconds passing as the beats in the mix wound down toward the end.
I kissed him with every second I had, knowing I wouldn’t be allowed to kiss him again.
