Chapter Eighteen
Just as he was starting to think about going to bed, Brent realized that he hadn’t seen Riley in a while. More than a while, actually. One minute he’d been quietly sipping tea in the kitchen, and the next… gone.
Brent peered out the kitchen window to see if the RV was still outside, fear that Riley had abandoned him settling uncomfortably in his gut. Maybe Riley was mad at him. Maybe Riley didn’t want to get involved, and Brent kissing him earlier had been a mistake.
Thankfully, the RV was still out there, in the same spot Riley always parked it. The same spot Brent kept clear for him.
And the lights were on.
So that explained where Riley was.
Spurred by his fear that Riley was leaving, Brent headed outside. It wasn’t impossible that Riley was just getting something, but Brent couldn’t take that risk.
If he’d seen the RV pulling out right now, he was pretty sure his heart would have broken in two.
That probably meant he needed to be honest about his feelings. The shock of finding that they might not have been as one-sided as he always assumed they were was still affecting him, but for his own sake, he needed to speak up.
Riley had said so. The advice might not have been directed at Brent, but Brent had taken it to heart anyway. He’d feel better if he told Riley how he felt.
The door shuddered as Brent knocked on it. Sometimes, he marveled at how Riley could live in such a tiny, flimsy space. How he could handle not having the security of four walls and a roof.
Of course, in a lot of ways, he did. There were people all over the country who would have taken Riley in if he needed somewhere to stay. Probably all over the world. He made friends easily, and he had a big family to rely on.
Brent didn’t really have anyone except Riley. Everyone else he knew relied on him, but he couldn’t really have relied on them.
Riley opened the RV door, blinking owlishly at Brent. He’d stripped down to a t-shirt and sweatpants.
That wasn’t what Brent had been expecting.
“You’re staring,” Riley said after a moment. That was true, but Brent couldn’t immediately get himself to stop.
Now that Riley was in front of him, speaking his mind proved harder than he thought it was going to be.
Where did he even start?
“Come in.” Riley stepped back from the door, giving Brent space to get in past him.
Other than checking it out when Riley first bought it, Brent had never actually been in the RV. It was a lot different now than it had been back then, the inside covered in bumper stickers, postcards, family photos, and strings of tiny Christmas lights.
Brent didn’t miss the photo of him and Riley among the family ones. That felt good to see.
The whole thing was so exactly like he would have imagined Riley’s home that it was a surreal experience.
“I, uh. Love what you’ve done with the place.”
Riley grinned brightly. “Thanks. I don’t let just anyone in here, you know.”
“So I’m part of an exclusive club?” Brent asked.
Riley wet his lips. “Can it still be a club if there’s only one member?”
Brent took a second to process that, the weight of it dawning over him slowly. No one else had ever been allowed in here. This was Riley’s sanctuary, and Riley hadn’t hesitated to let him in.
All he’d had to do was ask.
Maybe that was all there was to it.
“Then I’m honored,” Brent said. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and silently hoped that Riley couldn’t hear how hard his heart was beating at the thought of what he was going to say next. “I was just coming to ask if you were coming to bed.”
Brent’s head spun as soon as the words were out, fear of rejection making his stomach cramp up.
“Your bed?” Riley asked. For once in his life, he sounded unsure.
Brent wasn’t sure how to take that. He nodded anyway, figuring he’d come too far to back out now.
“My bed,” Brent confirmed. “That is, uh… if you want?”
When Riley didn’t immediately respond, Brent swallowed, looking down. “I know that maybe we’re not doing that anymore, and that’s okay, and I know that this kinda feels like a rebound thing, and I promise you it’s not, I’d never do that to you. I just… I want you to come inside. Please. If you want to.”
Brent knew he was letting his mouth get away from him, his pulse pounding in his ears as he explained himself.
Riley stared at him again, sharp brown eyes taking in every inch of Brent’s face, peering at him as though Riley could see right into his soul.
Maybe he could. Brent wouldn’t have been all that surprised.
Before Brent knew what was happening, Riley pounced on him, pushing him back against the wall of the RV. The whole thing bounced on its suspension, lurching back and forth under Brent’s feet.
He didn’t have time to get his balance again before Riley was kissing him, his mouth hot and insistent. Brent moaned a low, relieved moan as he steadied Riley by the hips, leaning back and letting Riley take whatever he wanted.
This wasn’t a no. He was pretty confident about that.
Riley made a soft, needy sound, swiping his tongue over the seam of Brent’s lips and pressing his whole body against him.
Riley hadn’t been like this before. He’d let Brent do whatever he wanted, but he hadn’t pushed for anything for himself.
It was really, really hot when he did.
“I told you people who came back were special,” Riley murmured against Brent’s lips, his hand sliding between them, skimming over Brent’s already half-hard cock through his jeans.
Riley had told him that, but he only remembered it now. Sex with Riley had been more fun, more comfortable than sex with anyone else had ever been.
It didn’t take someone special to come back to Riley. Brent just wanted to feel that safe again, that cared for.
That wasn’t special at all. It was human.
Riley kissed his way along Brent’s jaw, pausing where it joined his neck and yanking his belt and fly open, pushing his jeans down. He gasped as the back of Riley’s knuckles brushed over the length of his cock, only the thin fabric of his underwear between them.
Having Riley touch him was intense in a way Brent had never experienced before. He’d never felt so eager, so needy around anyone else. Not like this. Sex had never felt like this, and they were barely touching.
Brent’s head spun at the thought.
“Tell me if you need to stop,” Riley said, his breath tickling Brent’s ear.
“I don’t need to stop.” Brent steeled himself, and then reached down as well to push Riley’s pants down and out of the way, his bravery rewarded with a soft whimper as he moved his hand to cup Riley’s cock through his underwear.
Riley felt warm in his hand, heavier than Brent had expected. He’d never touched a man like this before, but Riley held still, patient as ever, his heaving breaths the only sign that he was affected at all.
Brent inched his hand down so his fingertips brushed against Riley’s balls, the heel of his hand putting pressure on the length of Riley’s cock, pressing it up against his stomach.
Riley moaned, resting his head against Brent’s shoulder, panting harshly, rocking his hips into Brent’s hand. Brent moved his free hand to the waistband of Riley’s underwear, pushing them down as well, everything catching halfway down Riley’s thighs.
His stomach swooped as he wrapped his fingers around Riley’s cock.
He’d never actually touched him the first time. The low, broken moan Riley made the moment Brent tightened his grip told him that he should have.
Riley didn’t hold back. It made touching him feel good, it made Brent feel as though this wasn’t just out of pity or an attempt to comfort a friend.
Riley wanted it as much as he did.
Brent swallowed at the thought. He couldn’t get attached to Riley. Riley wasn’t anyone’s to keep.
That didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy this now, though. This whole thing was lightning in a bottle, volatile and short-lived, but amazing while it lasted.
“You can jerk me off any day,” Riley said, his voice low with arousal. “You’re good.”
Brent chuckled at that. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
Riley lifted his head to meet Brent’s eyes. “I wanna watch you touch yourself,” he said, licking his lips.
Arousal hit Brent like he’d been whacked with a baseball bat. He stared wide-eyed at Riley, unsure how to respond to that.
His cock twitched, so at least part of him was sure of how to respond.
“Please?” Riley asked, his eyes soft and hopeful.
Brent nodded slowly, taking his hand away from Riley’s cock and shoving his own underwear down. His stomach clenched as he curled his fingers around his own cock, embarrassment at being watched making him tense for a moment.
Right up until Riley whimpered.
Brent glanced at him to see him staring directly at his cock, his eyes following Brent’s hand as he moved it up and down the shaft. Riley licked his lips as Brent thumbed precome away from the head, spreading it down, slicking the way so he could grip harder, move faster.
Riley reached out, splaying his hand over Brent’s side, his fingers tensing and relaxing in time with Brent’s strokes. Brent could feel Riley’s eyes on him, watching every move he made, the air between them getting hot and tense.
Blood pounded in Brent’s ears as he realized that Riley was getting off on watching him.
He’d never done this before, never had anyone watch him.
It was turning out to be really, really hot.
Brent bit down on his lip, grunting as he let himself focus on sensitive spots, let himself relax and do what felt good instead of what he thought would look good. He let a soft moan break free of his throat, knowing how much he liked it when Riley did that.
It felt good to be wanted like this. Brent had never really understood what feeling sexy would be like, but he felt it now. He wasn’t just turned on, wasn’t just getting off—he felt like Riley was enjoying his arousal, enjoying looking at him.
Everything about that was too much. A week ago, Brent couldn’t have imagined this.
Ten minutes ago, Brent couldn’t have imagined this. And yet here he was. Jerking off for his best friend, and enjoying it.
Unexpectedly, Riley reached out, wrapping his fingers around Brent’s wrist.
Brent glanced up at him, unsure if he’d done something wrong. He saw Riley smirking, leaning in, and before he could react Riley was kissing him again, their noses bumping against each other, Riley sucking on his lower lip.
He pried Brent’s fingers away from his cock, immediately replacing them with his own.
“My turn,” Riley murmured between kisses, bringing their hips together, lining his hard cock up against Brent’s own and wrapping his fingers around both of them.
Brent grunted at the sensation, rocking his hips into Riley’s hand, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt to pull him closer.
Feeling his cock sliding against Riley’s was impossibly hot, something he’d never even considered until now.
There were a whole lot of firsts going on at once, and Brent was barely keeping up with all of them.
If he’d thought Riley watching him felt good, then this was incredible. He could feel Riley’s cock pulsing against his own, making him want to grind harder, rock his hips until they both came, panting and happy and satisfied.
He grabbed Riley’s ass with his other hand, forcing their hips together. Riley only chuckled in response, rolling his hips against Brent’s, squeezing them both a little tighter. He couldn’t get his hand all the way around both of them, but it didn’t matter. It was more than enough, and shockingly intimate.
Brent had never felt this close to anyone in his life. Not even when he’d been inside Riley.
This was different. Before, he’d been unsure of what was going on, eager to feel wanted, but now… Riley had started this. That made all the difference.
Riley wanted him.
Riley wanted him.
It was all Brent could think about as Riley stroked his cock, sucked on his lower lip, panted into his ear, soft, needy moans filling the space between them.
“Feels good,” he whispered, out of breath and struggling to fill his lungs. The air in the RV was thick, too hot, pressing down on him.
He wanted to come. He wanted to come all over Riley’s hand, all over his stomach, leave him marked the same way Riley had dragged his short nails down Brent’s back, marks that had faded all too soon.
He could hear Riley’s breath coming in gulps and hiccups, his chest heaving as he got close, his grip tightening again. Brent gave into the urge to grind as hard as he could against him, screwing his eyes shut so he could focus on how good this felt, how badly he needed it.
“Riley,” he gasped. “Riley, Riley.”
Even Brent wasn’t sure what he was trying to say, but it felt important. Like he needed to acknowledge that this was Riley, that it was his best friend dragging him right to the edge and threatening to push him over it, making him…
Brent’s mouth fell open as his orgasm hit, all previous thoughts wiped out of his mind. He jerked against Riley, moving both hands to his ass and pulling him in, grinding hard against him as he came, the head of his cock tangling in his t-shirt, sliding over the soft skin of his belly.
It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure, every touch setting off another one as he gasped for breath. Brent’s head banged against the wall behind him as he rode out the aftershocks, hissing as pleasure turned to oversensitivity.
Riley took his hand away immediately, but didn’t back off.
Riley had come all over him, too, and he could barely process how hot that was.
He could make Riley come. He’d done it twice now.
The idea that he could make someone as worldly and confident and effortlessly sexy and charismatic as Riley come was amazing. In another life, Riley could have had people lining up outside his RV for a chance to do that.
Brent was honored that Riley had picked him. Even just this once.
Well, twice, but Riley hadn’t been the one asking the first time.
Riley made a soft, tired sound in the back of his throat and let Brent take most of his weight, leaning heavily against his chest. Their softening cocks brushed against each other, making a shiver run down Brent’s spine.
He should have tried sex with other men a long time ago. It was nice to have confirmation that he was definitely as bisexual as he’d said he was when they were kids. As he’d always believed he was, even though it was an untested theory.
After a few minutes of silence while they both caught their breath, Riley started laughing. Nothing cruel, nothing sinister, just honest, joyful laughter that made Brent’s heart swell.
Riley was happy to be with him.
He had no idea what a gift that was.
“So, are you coming inside now?” Brent asked, moving his hand away from Riley’s ass to rub circles on his back.
“I’m not coming again for a while,” Riley responded, his tone dry as ever.
Brent had walked right into that one, so he let it slide.
“I would like to share your bed, if that’s what you’re asking?” Riley lifted his head off Brent’s shoulder to look at him.
Brent licked his lips nervously.
Even though they’d just gotten each other off, he still wasn’t sure Riley wanted to spend time with him.
That was probably a self-esteem thing.
“That’s what I’m asking. No pressure.”
“Your bed’s bigger than mine, and it’s got you. I’m sold,” Riley said.
Brent breathed a sigh of relief, his head still spinning from everything that had just happened. “Good.”