- GARRETT -
November, 2013
As soon as he opened his front door, we were stripping off our clothes on our way to his room, leaving them scattered throughout the living room and hallway.
This was the standard greeting between us now.
We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Only, it was so much more. At least for me. We still hadn’t had a discussion about it.
Blair lay back on his bed, completely naked, and damn if my mouth didn’t start watering. His hand reached for his cock, stroking in long, slow pulls.
My feet froze.
“Are you going to stand there and watch me, or you going to come over here and give me that ass?”
“I like the view,” I rasped out.
His eyes came alive with heat, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay rooted to the spot for long. My feet started moving on their own accord, gravitating towards the bed. “You know, one of these days you’re going to let me fuck you.”
He smiled and gripped his cock harder. “You might be right about that.”
The fact he’d be willing to go there only cemented to me that he felt the same way I did. But I was still too chicken-shit to bring it up. What did it mean if we were to make this thing official? Would he expect me to come out? Would he come out?
Even though he was technically out, he hadn’t mentioned it again to his friends. It was literally as if he never told them.
They all had shit going on in their lives, and I was under the impression they had their heads so far up their asses, they wouldn’t have noticed if Blair had a sex change let alone was dating a guy. My stupid roommates were the worst, because Hunter was too busy trying to keep Cole sober to notice anything else. Being at Blair’s nearly every other night, whenever I got home and they asked where I’d been, I’d lie and say a friend’s or I hooked up. They never questioned it.
It sucked for Blair but worked out for me, because it meant we could stay in our bubble.
I fell for Blair a little more each day, and what started out as experimentation—or whatever the fuck I thought I’d get out of this—was turning into so much more.
I thought I’d be freaked out by that, but I wasn’t.
There was a long list of things I was terrified of, but being with Blair wasn’t one of them. The fallout from everyone finding out was.
As I reached the foot of the bed, he sat up and took my cock in his mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I breathed. I loved his mouth. It didn’t even matter where. My lips, my neck, my chest, my cock … I just wanted it on me. I gripped his hair and thrust hard.
He relaxed his jaw, taking me to the back of his throat. When one of his hands gripped my ass and the other trailed down my back, my feet tingled. My balls were heavy, and I was way too close to the edge for what I knew was coming.
“I swear to God, if you put your finger in my ass right now, I’m going to come.”
I was both relieved and disappointed when he pulled his mouth away. “I don’t see a problem with that.”
With a tortured moan, I said, “I don’t wanna come yet.”
His hand gripped me and gave a hard pump.
I shuddered, my breathing ragged.
“We have all night, baby. That’s plenty of time to recover.” And then his mouth was on me again.
His hands kneaded my ass, and as I’d warned him, the minute his finger breached my hole, I convulsed into his mouth. I was still recovering when I pulled out and climbed on top of him, straddling him on the end of the bed.
A knock sounded at his front door.
“Expecting someone?” I asked breathlessly.
“Nope. Wait in here, I’ll get rid of them.”
I moved off him, rolling onto my back on his bed. He hopped up and threw his jeans on, sans boxers.
I suddenly wished I hadn’t got rid of my clothes in the hall, particularly when I heard the front door open and then my brother’s voice.
“Hey, man. You busy?”
Shit! Fuck! Every other Goddamn expletive in the world!
Blair had closed his bedroom door on his way out, but that didn’t stop the panic setting in that Hunter was going to find me here. Naked.
My shoes, my jeans, my shirt … would Hunter recognise them if he spotted them?
I was too busy freaking out to hear their conversation properly until Hunter said, “That’s cool, we can hang out here if you want? Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages. I was supposed to do something with Cole, but when I got home, he was already passed out drunk.”
“On second thought, I could go for a drink myself,” Blair said. “Let me go throw some clothes on.”
“Uh,” my brother paused, “did I interrupt something?”
Shit, shit, shit.
“What?” Blair’s voice cracked.
Fuck.
“Oh, that,” Blair said. “Nah, I haven’t done laundry for a while and I’m super lazy, so it’s a bit messy here at the moment.”
That was a lie. Blair was a neat freak. He wasn’t obsessive about it, but it was a vast difference compared to me and my roommates.
“Are you sure? Do you have a guy—”
“Nope. Nothing like that. You know me. Always after chicks now. Okay, I’ll go dump my stuff in my room because now I’m all self-conscious. So, thanks for that.”
Hunter laughed. “Sorry. I just thought … like, you know it’s cool with me, right? If there was a guy, I mean. I know we haven’t talked—”
“Have no idea what you’re talking about.” Blair’s voice was getting louder and closer to his room.
He walked in, threw my clothes at me, and mouthed “Sorry.”
We both dressed silently and as fast as possible. When he was ready to go, he kissed me and whispered to lock up when I left.
“I’ll meet you guys out,” I whispered. “Get Hunter hooked up and then come back and finish what we started.”
He pulled back and stared me down as if he was studying me. “Sounds good.” He kissed me again and then left.
I flopped backwards onto Blair’s bed, trying to catch my breath.
We were almost caught.
I wasn’t ready to be out, but I didn’t miss the slight disappointment I felt when I realised we weren’t caught. I took that as a good sign—that maybe I was headed in the right direction.
After ten minutes of waiting, I grabbed my phone.
Garrett:
Where u at?
Hunter:
Heading out with Blair. U up for it?
Garrett:
Where and when? I’ll meet you.
I pulled into a parking lot about a kilometre away from the main strip and then walked to the bar Hunter said they’d be at. I thought about cabbing it, but being a Saturday night, the wait to get one home would be long. I wanted to get home with my man …
Wait, what?
It didn’t shock me that I thought of him that way, but it was the first time I acknowledged it, even if it was only to myself. It’d been eight weeks of fucking, but he’d been under my skin for the past two years.
“Garrett, hey,” my brother said, as I sat at the cocktail table they were at. “How did you get here so fast?”
“I … uh … was close by.”
“Drink?” Hunter asked.
“I drove here, so I probably shouldn’t.”
“I’m not really up for drinking,” Blair said. “So, I could always drive you guys home if you want. Crash on your couch.”
I nodded. “All right.” That so wasn’t going to happen. Hunter was going to get hooked up, and I was going to be in Blair’s bed.
Hunter wrapped his arm around Blair. “Trust me, you do not want to be on the couch if Garrett hooks up. He fucks loud.”
Yeah, Blair knows that firsthand.
We shared a smirk.
“It’s a little disturbing that you know that, Hunter,” Blair said but didn’t take his eyes off me.
“I’ve lived with the guy my whole life. There’s no escape.”
“Whatever, bro, I haven’t even fucked in the new apartment yet.” Minus the blowjob I gave your best friend.
“True,” Hunter agreed. “I’m thankful for you going to their place lately. Whoever it is you’ve been hooking up with.”
Blair grinned.
For all intents and purposes, we were a couple. We were exclusive. When we weren’t fucking, we were watching TV and hanging out. We’d cook dinner, we’d talk, we’d fall asleep next to each other, and we’d kiss one another goodbye. All in all, we were already a couple. So why were we still hiding? I didn’t know anymore.
“Come on,” Hunter said. “I need a drink.”
“Me too,” I said gruffly.