Owen didn’t answer with words. Instead, he took a step inside the door, taking in the sight of Brody. Jesus, the man only had on a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. All his tanned, smooth skin was on display. Grabbing the back of Brody’s neck, Owen crashed their mouths together. Pushing Brody back into the room, Owen kicked the door closed behind him and turned Brody around, pinning him back against the door. Leaning his rain soaked body on Brody’s, Owen felt him tense before melting against him with a sigh. Owen took control of the kiss as his tongue broke past the barrier of Brody’s lips—and fuck did the guy kiss him back.
Owen had spent a lot of time thinking that night. Hell, he’d spent a lot of time thinking since Brody came back. The question was: Was he thinking with his head, or his dick? Once they crossed this line, was he going to be even more confused? And if this got out, how would the town react? Enough with the damn questions! He was getting sick of giving a fuck. There were so many reasons why this was a really bad idea, but one reason to come here was stronger than all of the other reasons to stay away.
He. Fucking. Wanted. Him.
It didn’t have to make sense, and he was so goddamn tired of overthinking.
Brody roughly dragged Owen’s wet shirt up over his head, his breaths quick and ragged. As his eyes scanned Owen’s chest, his fingers followed in their wake. Brody’s callused fingers created the perfect friction over Owen’s sensitive skin.
A strong hand gripped the waistband of Owen’s jeans, curling inside, fingertips brushing the hair beneath. Owen sucked in a breath. Heat pooled between his legs. Fuck, he needed that hand to go lower. Need? He never thought he’d need anything from this man, yet his body demanded it.
For a fraction of a second, doubt reared its ugly head. This wasn’t just some one-off. This was Brody fucking Walker’s hand in his pants.
All logical thought fled south as Brody pushed him by the grip on his pants, walking him back toward the bed.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Brody said, his hot breath against Owen’s mouth. The awe in his voice was a stroke to Owen’s ego—but that wasn’t the kind of stroking he wanted right then.
The back of Owen’s legs bumped into the bed, and he wrapped an arm around Brody's waist to stay upright. “Yeah, I can’t either, and I’m not gonna say I know what it means yet.”
Quickly, Owen turned them again, pushing Brody back on the mattress, a resounding ompf left Brody’s lips. Owen leaned his weight against Brody and reveled in the groan Brody released. He wanted to hear that sound again. He straddled Brody’s thighs, secured his hands above his head, and started a slow, delicious grind while consuming his mouth in a kiss. There it is. Fuck, it was sexy. On a gasp, Brody broke their kiss and arched his body up, moving his hips in time with Owen’s.
Owen slowly dragged his tongue over Brody’s jaw, tasting the hot skin behind Brody’s ear. He nipped the sensitive flesh and couldn’t stop himself from breathing in deeply, inhaling Brody’s intoxicating scent. “God, you smell good. Why do you have to smell so fucking good?”
“Does it bother you?” Brody said with a chuckle.
Owen rolled his hips, rocking his groin against Brody’s. Brody sucked in a breath, tore his hands from Owen’s grasp, and grabbed onto Owen’s ass, pulling him even closer. “Does it feel like it bothers me?” Owen asked.
“It feels like if you don’t do something soon, I’m gonna blow in my fucking underwear,” Brody growled.
“You mean like this?” Owen bent his head down and sucked Brody’s left nipple into his mouth. He bit the soft skin while simultaneously palming Brody’s hard shaft through the black material that was the only separation from Brody’s flesh. Owen’s hand grazed over a damp spot on Brody’s shorts. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.” He glanced down between them and smirked, gently squeezing Brody’s erection.
Not wanting this to end before it even began, Owen slowly stood up. He watched Brody’s face morph from lust to confusion. No doubt, Brody thought Owen had changed his mind. Not a fucking chance.
Owen smiled and opened the button of his jeans. Slowly, he pulled the zipper down and looked on as Brody’s face once again transformed, his dark eyes blinking in surprise then settling with a burning desire on Owen’s groin.
Owen hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and pushed the wet denim down his legs. He proceeded to remove everything except his blue boxer briefs. The scorching look coming from Brody felt like a thousand hands discovering the curves of Owen’s body. His skin was burning up under the onslaught.
Brody moved back on the bed, toward the center, as if in offering. Owen crawled over Brody, eager to get back to the heat emanating from Brody’s strong body. When Owen’s body came down, they both groaned. Owen captured Brody’s mouth, delving inside the wet cavern, his tongue curling around Brody’s. He stroked Brody’s tongue in tandem with the grind of his cock, the rhythm so delicious he could come just from this.
But it wasn’t enough.
Breaking the kiss, he licked his way down to the curve of Brody’s neck and shoulder. He nipped the skin and felt a tremor go through Brody. Grazing of teeth and tongue over both nipples gave way to soft kisses over Brody’s heaving chest and down the planes of his sculpted abs.
When Owen reached the barrier of black material, he looked into Brody’s vulnerable, brown eyes and held his gaze. He hooked a finger in the fabric, sliding it back and forth, teasing, watching Brody tremble. Finally, he liberated Brody’s cock, and it slapped back against his stomach, eliciting a sexy grunt from the man. Owen glanced between them, getting his first eyeful of Brody’s thick erection rather than just the flash of a profile. It was better than Owen imagined, thick and straining with a long vein pulsing up the twitching shaft.
Owen eyed the pearl of liquid on the red, straining head and licked his lips. “I need to taste you,” was the only warning he gave before he leaned down and licked the salty liquid from his slit.
“Holy shit,” Brody moaned, arching his back.
Fuck, Owen loved this control he could have over a man. The feel of a hard cock on his tongue, the soft, warm skin covering the solid column beneath. Oh God. The intoxicating smell of a man—it turned him on like nothing else. Owen wrapped his lips around the swollen head and breathed in all that was Brody, while sucking down his length. He feasted on Brody’s dick, listening to the man pant hard and mumble unintelligible words. He sucked hard as he pulled up and off of Brody’s shaft and began stroking it in a firm grip.
“You taste so fucking good.” He licked the head again, and Brody moaned. “I’m gonna suck your fucking cock until it explodes.” Owen leaned down and licked the seam of Brody’s sac, nipping at the tender skin. “Then I’m gonna get you hard all over again.” He licked a long line up from Brody’s balls, over his shaft, and kissed the smooth head. “And you’re gonna fuck me, hard, so I’ll feel you all through work tomorrow. Think you can handle it?”
“Christ, Owen,” Brody groaned, pumping his cock into Owen’s hand before Owen swallowed him down again.
Owen moved his head, Brody’s hard erection sliding in and out of his mouth, pulling his mouth all the way off, he looked up at Brody. “In case you haven’t figured it out yet,” he leaned forward, taking Brody’s mouth, plunging his tongue in and pulling back, “you wanted me to be sure,” he bent his head down, biting Brody’s nipple and the guy twitched with pleasure underneath him, “and this is me saying that I am. At least about this part.” Owen locked eyes with Brody, looking for any hesitation. There was none.
Brody reached up and thread his fingers through Owen’s hair. “I want you.” He was literally trembling with need, and it fed Owen’s desire like a man starving.
As promised, he took Brody back into his mouth, set on making the man come undone. He held Brody’s hips as he sucked him and felt Brody’s grip in his hair tighten. Owen swirled his tongue around the crown, dipping into the slit to taste him. Brody whimpered, pulling on Owen’s hair almost to the point of being painful.
His mouth moved up, releasing the wet cock. In teasing licks, he traveled down leaving a trail from his tongue, sucking in one of Brody’s balls and then the other. Brody’s breaths were coming in shallow pants, his knees falling open to give Owen access. He was fucking gorgeous. Guiding him back in again, Owen bobbed his head taking him to the back of his throat then swallowing.
“Owen, I’m gonna come. Shit…gonna…”
Owen was fast and furious; pumping, sucking, and jacking until Brody shouted as he released into Owen’s mouth. Swallowing it all, Owen laved the smooth flesh, waiting for the tremors to stop then let Brody’s used, glistening cock slip out of his mouth. Owen collapsed on the bed next to Brody, both of them breathing hard.
~ɤ~
“Motherfucker. And I thought I was good at that?” Brody laughed, licking his dry lips. He rolled over on top of Owen and kissed him, loving the taste of himself on Owen’s tongue.
Brody didn’t know what changed his luck, what brought Owen here tonight―and he didn’t care. Kissing him with all the pent up frustration he’d been feeling the past week, Brody wanted to leave no doubt in Owen’s mind how much he wanted this.
Slowly, Brody made his descent down Owen’s body, quickly relieving him of his boxer briefs. Owen’s mouth quirked upward at the right corner, smugness on his beautiful face and a glint in his eyes. Skipping over the teasing, Brody went right for the gold and sucked Owen in. He watched as Owen’s eyes squeezed shut and his chest arched up in ecstasy. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of this; he could suck this man’s cock every day for the rest of his life.
“Fuck, yeah. Oh God, suck me,” Owen moaned, his hands fisting in Brody’s hair.
My pleasure.
Brody worked Owen’s cock, tasting pre-cum and loving it. When Owen seemed close, Brody moved his mouth up and sucked on the flared mushroom head, flicking his tongue over that sensitive spot underneath the crown. He pulled Owen back into his mouth, dragging his tongue up and down the shaft then sweeping it around the head.
“I’m not gonna last,” Owen warned.
Brody moved his lips up, sucking on just the head of Owen’s cock. Owen’s body jackknifed off the bed as he found his release. “Fuck.” Brody swallowed quickly, determined to not lose a drop. Owen’s body fell back against the bed as he quivered in the aftermath of his climax. Brody followed, falling to his back, his hands landing limply above his head on the mattress. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. A few minutes passed, the room was quiet except for the heavy breathing coming from both men.
“I owe you an apology,” Owen said in a rush, cutting the silence like a knife.
Brody jerked his head toward Owen. “What? No, you don’t―”
“Yes, I do.” Owen rolled toward Brody, leaning on his elbow and propping his head in his hand. The fingers of his other hand brushed over the light dusting of hair on Brody’s sweaty chest. “I was just really overwhelmed with Jonah moving out and things happening between you and me so soon after he and I broke up.”
Brody brushed a few pieces of Owen’s dark, sweat-soaked hair away from his eyes. “It’s okay, really, I get it. I was having some guilt of my own. Jonah gave me a job, not even knowing who I was. He gave me the benefit of the doubt, and there I was, wanting you so bad it was driving me crazy.”
Owen lay his head back down, resting on the muscle of Brody’s outstretched arm and said, “You should know something―and don’t get all pissed.” He blew out a breath. “Can’t believe I’m defending the guy…”
Now he was making Brody nervous. “Just say it. Whatever it is.”
“Gabe came to see me today.”
Brody tensed, his defenses trying to build walls that his heart didn’t want.
Owen rolled over on top of him and took his face in his hands. “Relax, please. If we’re going to get anywhere, we need to talk. He didn’t tell me everything. Made it clear that some things I needed to ask you, but he did tell me how the two of you met.”
“Fuck,” Brody said, shifting his eyes away from Owen’s. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“He also made it clear that I needed to make a decision, and I better not hurt you. Believe it or not, I like the guy—getting all Mama Bear protective and shit.”
“I won’t tell him you called him a bear. He’d lose his shit.” They both laughed, and somehow, it felt more intimate than everything they’d just done.
“Shut up,” Owen said, smacking his hand against Brody’s chest. “I just meant…maybe I judged him too quickly. He’s a little dramatic.” Brody cocked an eyebrow at Owen. “Okay, very dramatic, but, he was looking out for you. It doesn’t sound like you have many people who do that.”
“I don’t.” It was a simple answer because it was the only truth Brody had known for the past nine years. “Gabe is my family.”
Quietly, Owen said, “Tell me about Ryan.”
Brody sighed, leaned up, and kissed Owen. He held him as he rolled him back onto the mattress then sat up. “Do you want some water?” Owen nodded and began to reach for his underwear when Brody added, “Don’t put too much back on.” He smirked. “Easy access for round two.”
Owen flashed Brody a sexy grin and only put his boxer briefs back on. He lay back on the bed with his hands clasped under his head, his ankles crossed.
“Yeah, just like that,” Brody said, his mouth salivating. What was he doing again? Water. Right.
Brody opened the fridge in his tiny kitchenette and grabbed two bottles of water. As he walked back over to the bed, Owen sat up and crisscrossed his legs, leaning back against the wall.
Brody was about to sit down when Owen said, “If you expect me to pay attention to anything you say, you need to put some clothes on.”
Brody laughed, grabbed his boxers off the floor and put them on. He sat down on the bed in front of Owen and tried to figure out where to start.
“How’d you meet Ryan?” Owen asked, as if reading his mind.
Brody smiled. “I met Ryan freshman year of college. He was my roommate. He was out and I, of course, still hadn’t told a single person that I was gay. I was still struggling with the reality of it, and after hiding it for so many years and pretending to be someone that I wasn’t, it made it harder to just drop the act. It was almost like I didn’t really know who the real me was anymore.” Brody put his water down on the nightstand and lay back on the bed.
“Living that close with someone, I don’t think it was hard for him to see it. He caught me watching him, trying to act like I wasn’t, and I think at first it became like a game to him. Not malicious or anything, but he’d tease me. Get undressed in front of me or brush up against me until, finally, one day he just kissed me. Bravest fucking thing I think he could’ve done, because I seriously wasn’t sure whether I wanted to beat the shit out of him or kiss him back.” Brody smiled and looked over at Owen, feeling his face blush. “I chose the latter.”
Owen smiled back, putting his water on the side table, lying down next to Brody with his head and hand on Brody’s chest. Brody wrapped an arm around him, pulled the sheet up to cover both of them then continued. “So, that’s where it started. I fell and I fell hard. He was my first everything―and yet, I still couldn’t tell anyone. My father’s words were so engrained, so deeply a part of me, they felt like blood running through my veins. Ryan was my heart, but as soon as the blood pumped away from him, the virus of those words would attack. It sounds so stupid now, but it was my reality back then.
“I knew it hurt him, but he kept my secret. He did it for me because I kept promising that one day I would come out, and we’d always be together.” Brody rubbed the heel of his palm over his heart, regretting the pain that he’d caused Ryan. “We lived together for two years like that; no one knew we were in love. I told him I loved him, though, and he told me every day. Still, I lied to my friends, let them set me up on these stupid dates, and Ryan would watch me go. I didn’t do anything with them, never cheated on him, but that didn’t change how fucked up it was or the pain I was causing him.
“What I didn’t know at the time was that there was a guy waiting in the wings. I don’t believe that Ryan cheated on me.” He met Owen’s eyes. “He wouldn’t do that. I do think the guy was promising him things I couldn’t at the time. He didn’t know who Ryan was seeing, but he knew whoever it was, was making Ryan unhappy.”
Brody paused for a minute, knowing this next part was going to be the hardest for him. “Then one day, something happened, and it all fell apart.”
“What happened?” Owen asked.
“My dad caught us.” Brody closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, afraid for Owen to know this part. Brody started to get up, but Owen held him there.
“Tell me. It’s okay.” Owen kissed his chest, putting Brody’s arm back under his head to keep him there.
Brody scrubbed a hand over his face then through his hair. “He and my mom must have gotten in the building when another student came in. We didn’t have our room door locked, and when they opened it, Ryan and I were wrestling on the bed—and not in the WWE kind of way. Fully clothed, but still it didn’t look good, considering what we were gearing up to do. Our heads shot up as my father’s voice boomed, ‘What the hell is going on in here?’ Needless to say, it drew a crowd. Kids were gathered outside our door, trying to see what happened, and I panicked.”
Brody stopped again, could feel himself shaking. He really didn’t want to finish this story. How would Owen see it? Then Owen lifted his head up and kissed him. Kissed him long and slow, giving him confidence and letting him know that it was okay.
“I turned back to Ryan and let the panic I felt turn to rage against him. I pushed him hard—I mean, hard, Owen. I knocked him back on the mattress, and he hit his head on the nightstand.” Brody took a deep, excruciating breath then whispered, “I screamed…” Shit, this is hard. “I screamed, ‘Don’t you ever touch me again, you fucking faggot!’” His breath caught on that last, disgusting word.
Brody pushed up now, Owen moving so he could sit on the edge of the bed. He leaned his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands. The shame Brody felt came rushing back when he said those fucked-up words out loud to Owen. Hateful words that he’d said to the one person he loved more than anything—at the time. And, like the first time, he wished he could take them back. Owen sat up behind him, draping an arm over his shoulder and across his chest while the other hand rubbed his back. He didn’t say anything as he waited for Brody to go on.
“That was the second time I’d let myself lose control because I was afraid of my dad.” He looked back at Owen, and whispered, “You know when the first time was.” Owen nodded his head in understanding, both of them remembering the one and only time Brody had hit Owen. Brody turned his head back and focused on the door. “I was such a coward. I had never seen that look on Ryan’s face before. It was then I noticed that Ryan was bleeding. He’d hit his head pretty hard, and I couldn’t see it through my own fear. The pain in his eyes sliced right through me, and as quick as it was there, it was replaced with the coldest look he’d ever given me. He kneed me in the stomach, pushed me off of him, and yelled that it was over; he couldn’t do it anymore. He shoved past my parents—oblivious to the deadly rage in my father’s eyes—and I felt my world come crashing down around me. I yelled out his name, trying to get him to come back then completely lost it. My reaction alone was my confession to my parents.
“All in one day, my parents found out I was gay, and I lost the man I loved. Yeah, I was scared my dad would beat the shit out of me, and that’s part of why I said what I said to Ryan, but I was also afraid of what my dad would do to Ryan. I was right about what would happen to me though…a busted lip and a few cracked ribs later.”
“Fucking bastard,” Owen growled.
“You won’t get any argument from me.” Brody wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. “After that, things spiraled out of control. My dad cut me off, refusing to pay for my college tuition, but I still couldn’t get financial aid. My mom wouldn’t answer my letters or phone calls. I was twenty for fuck’s sake. An adult. But I’d been so sheltered my whole life. Still under my dad’s thumb…and his fist. I had no one after that. What did I know about any of that shit? And regardless, practically the whole dorm had seen what happened, and those that didn’t have a front-row seat to the shit-show heard the news within the hour. I saw their looks, heard their whispers, and just wanted to get the fuck out of there. So, I never fought any of it. I found a low paying job, and college was a thing of the past. I rented a room in some random house in a shitty area and managed to not get killed. There was no staying with friends. Hell, I had no friends after that, because that’s the kind of shit people I hung out with. Ryan never spoke to me again and ended up dating that guy―eventually marrying him.”
“Do you still love him?” Owen asked softly.
Brody heard the vulnerability in Owen’s voice and turned around, wrapping his arms around Owen as they both lay back down. They were face to face, wrapped in each other, legs entwined. “Ryan will always be my first love. I think there will always be a small place in my heart reserved only for him, but no, I’m not in love with him anymore.”
Owen placed a hand on Brody’s cheek, saying, “I’m so sorry that you had to go through all of that. What you said in my kitchen that day was right. Your father disowning you was the best thing that could’ve happened to you.” Owen was quiet for a minute then asked, “Can I ask one more question?”
“You can ask me anything.”
“Are you completely out now? Because I’m not sure―”
Brody kissed him hard, but then softened to small nips, tongues coming together. His hand lowered to cover Owen’s thickening cock then pulled down his underwear. He wrapped his hand around Owen’s flesh, stroking him. Owen’s words morphed to moans as Brody moved down and used his hands and mouth on him. Then Brody pulled away and said, “I’m out. Completely, totally, live-my-life-the-way-that-I-always-should’ve...out.”
“Oh, thank God,” Owen moaned. “Now suck me like you mean it.”
“With pleasure,” Brody growled and removed Owen’s briefs to begin his delicious feast.
~ɤ~
Owen was lost now, to the sensations and the man above him. He’d gotten all his answers, now he just wanted to feel. Wanted to feel his hard body over him, those big, warm hands all over him, that thick cock inside of him. “I want you to fuck me,” Owen said, his voice rough with the need coursing through him.
Brody released Owen from his mouth and stared at him. “You sure?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.” Never been so fucking sure of something in my life. “Bring that cock up here. I said I’d get you hard again.” Owen grabbed the nearest pillow, shoving it under his head.
Brody removed his briefs and crawled over Owen until Owen could reach that gorgeous cock. He grabbed on to Brody’s thighs as he took him into his mouth. Brody raised himself up, using the wall above Owen’s head as leverage. The thick shaft in Owen’s mouth lengthened.
“That’s enough. I need inside of you,” Brody growled, pulling out of Owen’s greedy mouth.
Yes, please.
Brody pushed off the wall and yanked open the nightstand drawer, knocking both the water bottles onto the floor. Owen laughed, holding onto Brody’s thighs. Brody reached for the condom and lube, fumbling them onto the bed when Owen slid his body down and bit his inner thigh.
“Fuck.” Brody sucked in a breath. “Don’t make me come yet.”
Owen flashed Brody his best mischievous smile and wordlessly challenged Brody to do something about it. Brody’s cock twitched against Owen’s chin. When he stuck his tongue out to get another taste, Brody pulled back.
“Uh uh,” he said, moving his index finger side to side. Then he took hold of his cock, dragging it down Owen’s chest as he shimmied down, leaving a trail of pre-cum on Owen’s skin. “This what you want?”
Fucking tease.
Owen sat up quickly, snatching the condom off the bed, while wrapping his arm around Brody’s waist and flipping him onto his back. Brody barked out a hearty laugh that morphed into a groan when Owen straddled him. Owen tore the foil packet open, took out the condom and watched Brody’s eyes darken as he rolled it down Brody’s length.
Grabbing the lube, Owen put a generous amount on his hands and rubbed them together to warm it. Using his left hand to coat Brody’s cock, Owen reached around with his other hand and held Brody’s gaze as he breached himself.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Brody said, holding onto Owen’s waist and pumping his hips up.
“I can think of something hotter.” Owen lifted up, gripped Brody’s dick and lined it up with his hole. He held the connection between their eyes as long as he could while he lowered down, impaling himself on Brody’s cock. But once he was fully seated, his head dropped back in ecstasy, his hands landing on Brody’s broad chest. “Fuck. That’s good.”
He could feel Brody tremble as he waited for Owen to get adjusted. Owen brought his head back down and grinned from ear to ear as he began to slowly rock his hips. He bit his bottom lip, picking up the pace. Moving his body up and down, he listened to Brody grunt on every downward motion.
Brody’s eyes were glued to where his cock disappeared inside of Owen, over and over again. A low, deep rumble rolled up from Brody’s chest as he wrapped an arm around Owen and flipped him over, never breaking their connection. All Owen could do was hold onto him as he—oh, fuck yeah—drove into him, nailing his prostate on every thrust. He hooked his legs behind Brody’s back and held on as the tingling of a powerful orgasm traveled up his well-used body.
Suddenly, he was there, releasing with a force so strong he saw stars. His cock twitched between their sweaty bodies, warm liquid seeping between them.
Brody yelled out his finish, thrusting with quick jerks as he rode out his orgasm.
God, he’s beautiful.
Brody dropped his full weight on top of Owen, smearing Owen’s release between their heaving chests. Owen unhooked his feet and slowly let his legs fall to the bed in exhaustion. Brody pulled out and fell to Owen’s left side. He wrapped the tied-off condom in a tissue then Owen took it, crawling over Brody to get up.
Owen tossed the tissue in the garbage and stretched his sore muscles, arms above his head. “Where are your towels?” When he turned around, he found those brown eyes roaming all over Owen’s naked body. He shivered and his cock did a half-hearted twitch, trying for a third round. No such luck. “Brody?”
“Hmm?” Brody responded, but his eyes never stopped perusing Owen’s body.
Owen barked out a laugh, and Brody’s eyes snapped up, his cheeks flushing. “I can’t help it. You’re fucking hot.”
Owen returned the smile. “You’re not so bad yourself. Towels?”
“Right. Closet, top shelf.”
Owen wet a cloth and brought it back over to the bed to clean them both up. Then he lay back down with his head on Brody’s arm.
“That was fucking amazing.” Brody looked at Owen, and a Cheshire cat grin spread across his face. “You weren’t even touching your cock when you came.”
“Didn’t need to. That was all you.” Owen leaned over, brushing a soft kiss on Brody’s lips. He turned his head and reached for Brody’s phone on the nightstand, lighting up the screen. “Shit. I have to be at work in a couple of hours. I should go.”
“Can’t you call in sick? Tell them you came down with something. It’s close enough to the truth.” Brody waggled his eyebrows and shamelessly licked his lips.
Yeah, I came down something alright.
Owen threw his head back with a laugh. “You haven’t met my cousin yet. The girl would see through that in a heartbeat.” Owen gathered his wet clothes from around the room and cringed at the thought of putting them back on. “Got something I can wear home?”
“Yeah.” Brody hopped off the bed and walked bare-assed to the closet.
Damn, that ass. Like buns of fucking st…buns, bakery. Focus, Owen!
Brody handed some clothes to Owen then, thank fuck, grabbed his underwear off the floor and put them on. Owen only had so much will-power.
They walked to the door, but before Owen left, he turned around. “Stop in the bakery later?”
Brody’s face lit up. “Yeah, okay.”
“I’ll apologize now for whatever my cousin will no doubt say to embarrass me…or you.” Owen rolled his eyes and opened the door.
“You forget…I have a Gabe.” Brody angled his head, kissed Owen firmly, and whispered, “I’ll see you later.”
Owen nodded, quickly kissed Brody again, and braced himself as he ran out into the rain. He couldn’t help but feel like the water was cleansing, washing away his past—at least, his past with Brody. Cheesy? Probably. But he couldn’t find an ounce of regret to give a shit.