Chapter 29

Joey

“No fucking my mom,” Dave says from the other room. “There’s a rule.”

A familiar chuckle makes my ears perk up as Andi and I walk in the direction of Dave’s voice.

“What’s he doing here?” I ask, trying to sound annoyed for Andi’s benefit when really I’m delighted at the sight of him.

Dave just winks at me as he walks past to go join the other guys on the back patio.

As if Andi isn’t standing right beside me, Anthony looks at me with the sexiest smirk on his face. It’s one that if you’re paying attention is clear he knows more about my body than what’s showing in my tank and board shorts.

“There’s a no mom fucking rule?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer. “Don’t bring it up again.”

“Really?” He sounds humored. “Jon or Cooper?”

Andi chuffs. “Like Jon would ever touch Dave’s mom.”

She walks away, leaving Anthony and I just staring at each other.

“Cooper fucked Dave’s mom?” I nod but hold a finger up to my lips reminding him to stay quiet. “That explains so much.”

“I didn’t know you were planning on coming with us,” I confess.

“Don’t want me to?” The playful grin on his tantalizing lips is enough that I almost drag him to a more secretive place in the house and scratch an itch I’ve had since he left my house in the early morning hours on Monday.

“It’s going to be hard keeping my hands off of you in front of my brother,” I explain, hating the three feet of distance between us.

“We can go out there and lay it all out if you want,” he offers.

There’s something different in his smile as if he’s done some soul-searching.

“And have Jon pulled off the boat by the police in two days when Dave’s mom sobers up and finds your dead body?”

“I don’t want to die, but I also don’t want to keep hiding this. He’s going to find out eventually, so I say the sooner the better.”

Yep, his soul-searching has driven him crazy.

Fingers itching to touch the slight stubble on his face, I clasp them together in front of me.

“Do we even know what this is?” When he takes a step closer, I take a step back. “Maybe now isn’t the best time to have this conversation.”

Announcing things to the group will change things. Not even taking into account the rules we’ve broken already or that Andi will become relentless in her pursuit of my brother, just last week this man wasn’t so accepting of being with a guy.

It’s complicated rings in my head the same way it did the last time I saw him. There’s no way in a matter of days he’s made a complete one-eighty into gaydom.

Nodding, he steps back again. The smile on his face drops slightly, and I hate everything about the rules and the lines that have been drawn. I hate that as much as I want to run outside, holding his hand and announcing to the group that this guy is mine, that I’ve finally found someone I can be myself around, his hesitation leading up to tonight brings me pause.

“Let’s just get through the cruise and revisit after?”

“Sure.” Looking around, he takes in the opulence of Dave’s house. “When Dave said he lived with his mother, this is not what I pictured.”

“He doesn’t throw his wealth around,” I explain. “As if you didn’t notice the stains on his clothes.”

“He’s messy as hell isn’t he?” He chuckles and looks over my shoulder. “Where is everyone?”

Pointing in the direction of the patio, I say, “Out by the fire pit.”

Keeping a respectable distance apart, Anthony follows me to the backyard. I sit beside Andi while he makes the rounds greeting my brother and Cooper.

“All I’m saying is this year’s cruise is going to be amazing,” Cooper says before taking a long swig of his beer.

“Every year has been amazing,” my brother adds before looking over at Anthony. “Have you been before?”

“I went to Mexico for my senior trip, but I’ve never cruised before.”

“It’s a blast,” Andi says as she pours herself another glass of wine and tops mine off while she’s at it.

Enthusiastically, I nod my agreement.

“So?” Andi says turning to me as the guys begin talking about the game they’re going to miss Saturday night. “What took you guys so long to join us?”

“Nothing.” I sigh. “There’s nothing going on.”

“Tell that to the hickey you got two days ago when you were sick.”

Instinctively, I clasp my hand over the spot on my neck I spent twenty minutes trying to cover with my t-shirt earlier.

“Exactly,” Andi mutters.

Taking a long drink from my wine glass, I silently pray she drops the conversation. I should know better by now.

“I’m going to not even think about the fact that you’ve been lying to me for days.”

We haven’t spoken since she left Saturday night, so I have no idea what the hell she’s talking about.

“But we both know Jon is going to be pissed when he finds out.” The muscle in my jaw ticks uncontrollably and I try to calm it with another swig of wine. “When he does, do you think he’ll take it out on me? As in some serious angry fucking?”

Wine spews from my mouth, and of course, the guys stop mid-conversation to stare over at us.

Jesus, Anthony looks handsome in the glow of the fire.

Like so good, I don’t even care what happens between Andi and my brother at this point. They’re both adults and can figure out their own damn lives. I also hate how back and forth my brain is. I blame the sexual frustration for all of this.

“What’s so funny?” Cooper asks with a grin on his face before he even knows what we’re talking about.

“Tell them,” Andi taunts with her elbow jabbing into my side.

Glaring at her, I lean my head in close. “I will tell you everything, but you have to quit this right now.”

“Good. No more talk about Anthony,” she says with a mischievous grin before turning back to answer Cooper. “Girl talk. Mind your own business.”

That’s another issue. Does everyone in this damn group just classify me as a chick? I have a thickening erection in my board shorts that says otherwise.

“Uhn uhn,” Cooper tsks with a head shake. “The rule is no private conversations when we’re in the group.”

Grinning at my opportunity to get my best friend back for harassing me about Anthony, I take another long sip of my wine before speaking. “Andi was just telling me how she likes to watch porn while eating bananas.”

The biggest smile ever spreads the width of Cooper’s face as he nods in approval. Dave chuckles, but my brother groans and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

Not missing a beat, Andi speaks up. “I’m just perfecting my technique.”

Jon avoids her eyes even though everyone in the group knows exactly who the information was directed at.

“I do that when I eat peaches,” Cooper adds.

“Dude!” Dave yells, clearly already half a case in. “Did you see that video where the guy pours honey all over the peach and devours it like it’s the best tasting pussy he’s ever had his mouth on?”

Watching, I notice it’s Anthony’s turn to squirm, which causes me to do the same, but at the same time, I wonder if he’s turned on with the idea of eating a girl out or picturing me sucking on a banana. The memory of his mouth on my very own banana is nearly enough to confess to my brother so we can dart away and do it all over again.

“Why would I watch some shit like that?” Cooper asks with a sour look on his face. “I perfected my pussy eating technique a long time ago.”

“Amen,” Jon says lifting his beer.

“What about you?” Dave directs his question to Anthony.

“What about me?” Anthony asks doing his best to pretend the current topic of conversation isn’t making him uncomfortable.

“Perfected your pussy eating skills?” Dave asks Anthony the question, but his eyes find mine through the flames of the fire pit.

I’m torn between letting everyone know exactly how spot on his fruit-eating skills are, and wondering exactly what in the hell Anthony and Dave have said about me behind my back.

“I get by,” Anthony mutters. His distress makes me smile. In my head, he’s talking about bananas. I don’t even want to consider that he’s more invested in women. Bisexual men have never been my thing. I always wonder when I’m with them if they feel like they’re missing out on something, if I’m enough for them.

“Does he suck at sucking?” Andi asks close to my ear. “Like suck in a bad way.”

“I told you, I’m not talking about this right now.”

“Fine,” she mumbles before turning her attention back to the group. “Joey masturbates after spraying his bed with Jon’s cologne.”

“What the fuck?” my brother and I hiss at the same time.

“Tell me she’s fucking joking?” Jon glares at me, and I’d laugh at the ridiculousness of it if my brain would work and I could come up with a lie close to the one I told Andi when she called me out on it the other day.

“We wear the same cologne,” Dave interjects proudly. “So he’s masturbating to me.”

Anthony growls, but no one calls him out on it.

“Dude,” my brother chastises. “Stop.”

Cringing beside him, Anthony’s eyes find mine once again.

“Fierce by Abercrombie and Finch,” Dave says jabbing his elbow into Anthony’s side. “Even guys love that shit.”

“I think I’ll stick to Nautica, but thanks,” Anthony says, his eyes never leaving mine.

Beside me, Andi snaps her fingers. I know she’s worked out that it was Anthony she smelled on my sheets.

Testing the waters, I ignore Andi’s ah-ha moment and jump into the conversation.

“Actually I found a tiny sample of exactly that in the bathroom.”

Rolling his lips between his teeth, Anthony tries not to smile. I know I promised Andi I’d spill the beans, but I’m not one hundred percent sure she deserves the truth after her latest disclosure to the group.

“From that little kit I got from that chick for Christmas?” my brother asks.

“Yep.” I shrug. “I knew you’d never use it.”

“But back to the main point,” Dave says. “You masturbate to the smell of cologne? I’ve heard of a lot of kinks but never anything like that.”

“Can we not talk about masturbating while Joey and I are in the same conversation?” Jon begs.

Unable to let the entire conversation go without explaining the same lie I told Andi, I hold my hand up. “It’s less lonely when I pretend I’m not alone.”

Anthony continues to squirm in his chair, and I love taunting him, especially when no one else is in on the tormenting.

“Hmm.” Dave mulls over my explanation. “I usually sit on my hand until it falls asleep and then go after it.”

“The stranger!” Cooper roars with laughter as he holds his beer up to clink against Dave’s. “I haven’t done that since I was in high school.”

“Dude,” Dave says not catching the insult. “I did that last night.”

The entire group roars with laughter at Dave’s idiocy.

“Is there a bathroom I can use?” Anthony’s question after the laughter dies down makes my ears perk up.

“Just through the house to the right. Down the hall, first door on the right,” Dave explains. “Stay away from my mom.”

Andi grips my leg when I shift to stand not fifteen seconds after he walks into the house.

“You have to wait at least a minute.” She makes a tsking noise with her mouth. “Don’t you know anything?”

I don’t acknowledge her words, but wait until she releases my leg before standing and mentioning another bottle of wine. No one pays me any attention, but I don’t head straight to the bathroom Dave described. I take the long way around through a door off of the kitchen that can’t be seen from the patio.

I’m waiting, leaning against the wall when he opens the bathroom door.

“Took you long enough,” he says before grabbing my hand and pulling me inside with him.

Squealing because I expected him to be surprised I was there, I laugh, in part because of the wine, but mostly at the ridiculousness of both of us being in our mid-twenties and sneaking around like teenagers who’d get grounded if our parents caught us.

“You didn’t need to pee?” I ask as he presses his weight against mine as he pins me to the closed door.

My cock recognizes his body immediately.

“Not as much as I needed my mouth on yours.”

“My mouth?” I question as he leans in closer. “Or my banana?”

“Your banana is perfect. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Just the mention of it made me hard as stone.” Smiling against my lips, he asks, “Do you think they saw my erection?”

Unable to answer the question, I moan when he shifts and rubs it against me.

“Feel good?” He does it again, and I’d collapse if wasn’t for the weight of his body against mine.

“Yes,” I pant, “but my banana isn’t my concern right now.”

“It’s all I can think about,” he counters.

With as strong a hand as I can manage under these circumstances, I press against his chest. A frown pulls his brow in, but I lose focus on his face when I crouch in front of him and reach for the zipper of his jeans.

“We didn’t get to this the other night,” I remind him as the rasp of his lowering zipper fills the room.

“Fuck,” he groans when I lick the tip of his cock the second it’s free from the denim of his jeans.

His velvet soft skin jerks against the rough texture of my tongue.

“We don’t have much time,” I warn after pulling my mouth off of him.

“We won’t need much,” he assures me as his hands grip my hair exactly the way I love.

In the next second, his cock is gliding against my tongue and pressing at the back of my throat. He moans loudly when I choke on his length before pulling out only to punch back in.

“Teeth,” he moans.

“Sowy,” I say around his cock.

“Don’t be. I like it.”

I’d question his mild request for pain, but his cock down my throat is all I can concentrate on.

“Fuck, just like that,” he praises which makes me feel silly because all I can do is tighten my lips, dig my nails into his thighs, and hold on for the ride as he takes his pleasure from me. It isn’t exactly as I’d imagined this going, but damn if I’m not rock hard from him losing it like he is.

“Look at me,” he commands, and my eyes obey without even engaging my brain. “Are you going to swallow for me?”

Nodding as best I can, I harden even more at his request.

“You’re flawless,” he grunts as his cock jerks its first spurt into my greedy mouth. “God. Take all of it.”

Chills course over my body at pleasing him as the orgasm goes on and on.

Finally spent, he makes the sexiest sound, one that makes me think he’s a little sad it’s over, as he pulls free from my mouth.

Helping me to my feet, his face is nothing but happiness and smiles. “You’ll need to wash your face.”

After a quick peck on the corner of my lips, he steps aside so I can reach the sink. Swiping at a drop of cum on my chin I say, “Geez. I thought I’d caught it all.”

“I love the sight of my jizz on your chin, but I don’t want to answer questions when we go back out there,” he says as he reaches around me and turns on the faucet as I swipe under my eyes with my fingers. “Get cleaned up.”

And he’s gone. Not like gone, gone, but his face disappears from the mirror as he sinks to his knees behind me. Cool air hits the back of my thighs as he shoves down my board shorts. My erection, springing free from the fabric presses against the cool countertop.

“What are you—”

Unable to speak when he spreads my legs further apart, I moan when his hot tongue sweeps over my sack from behind. His hand finds my cock, and the clench of his fist around my length is a Godsend. I grip the sink and hold on for the ride of a lifetime. The ride is actually only about ten seconds before I’m coming so fast I’m embarrassed as my body shakes and shudders. My cum marks the sink as his mouth continues to suck on my balls until I have to force his face away.

“Sorry,” I say with a moan when he takes one final swipe at my sensitive flesh before standing back up and tugging my shorts up as well.

“Don’t be. That’s the sexiest fucking thing in the world. It made me so hard, I wish I could fuck you senseless right now.”

“Yes, please,” I answer to his non-question.

Chuckling, he grabs a washrag from a basket near the sink and begins to run it under the warm water.

“It’ll have to wait,” he insists even as he presses his hardness against my ass. “They’re probably already getting suspicious.”

“It’ll be worth it,” I urge as I press harder against him.

“I don’t doubt that it will, but I don’t like interruptions, especially the kind where I chance having a fist coming at my nose.”

“Tonight?” I offer. “I can sneak into your room.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked,” he says as he hands me the washrag so I can wash up and scrub the cum out of the sink basin.

Less than a minute later, we’re peeking out of the door to make sure no one is around.

We both startle to find Dave’s mom walking past. “Someone’s been having a good time.”

“He was helping me get a stain out,” I lie and crinkle my nose at how ridiculous it sounds.

“Cooper helped me with a stain once, too,” she shoots back.

With his hands on my hips, because I stopped in the doorway, Anthony and I watch as she disappears down the hall chuckling the entire way.

“Is that something we have to worry about?” he asks.

“She won’t remember it in the morning,” I assure him before he heads in the direction of the patio and I detour toward the kitchen for the wine I used as an excuse earlier.