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I snorted a laugh, resting my head on his shoulder. “Now how would you know? That was your first blow job.”

“It was fucking perfect,” he mumbled.

And just like that, he was out like a light.

It didn’t take me long to drift off either after spending all day outdoors in the sun, giving each other head, and now listening to the soft sounds of his snoring.

Day 10

The mountains soon gave way to the flat plains of Texas as we headed toward Dallas. The hot air blasting through the windows did nothing to cool us down, so Logan and I had our shirts off. We used them to absorb the sweat on our backs, protecting us from sticking to our seats.

My feet were hanging out of the window, crossed at the ankles with my seat leaned back while he drove. We sang ‘Don’t You Forget About Me’ by Simple Minds at the top of our lungs as I played with the soft strands of hair on Logan’s neck.

“I still love that song,” he said. “It never gets old.”

“It’s a classic.”

“When did this song come out again?”

“Uh, I think we were still in, like, middle school.”

The tape switched to another song, but I was too focused on Logan, resting his hand on my bare leg, slipping his fingers between my thighs like it was the most perfectly natural thing to do. Just like I felt at home playing with his hair, as if it was something we’d always done instead of being constantly pissed at each other.

“Nick, do you feel weird about us being stepbrothers and… doing this? I mean, we talked a little bit about this, but do you think we should think this through a bit more?”

We probably should, but I didn’t want to. I was enjoying my time with Logan, exploring each other along with my curious new sexuality. In another eleven days, we’d have to face reality and figure out what to do about whatever this thing growing between us was.

I glanced at him, staring at his handsome profile. The more time we spent together, the more attractive he became to me. He’d always been beautiful, but now it meant something more, like this attraction only belonged to me. No one else would have him. That was another reason I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to see a future with Logan and some other dude who’d never truly appreciate or understand him.

A strange sense of possessiveness started taking root.

All his firsts belonged to me and no one else.

His growing caramel hair was blowing all over the place, but now it had blond highlights from being out in the sun so much. He had a nice, straight nose, and his suckable bottom lip was fuller than the top.

He looked at me for a second with a raised brow, peeking over his sunglasses before his eyes went back onto the road. “What are you staring at? Also, answer my question.”

“You. You’re pretty hot. I never really realized how much until recently.”

His smile was crooked as he shook his head. “So, are you, and you’re deflecting.”

“I don’t know, Logan. I’m enjoying this, feeling fucking relaxed for the first time in so long. We haven’t fought, we’re talking all the time, and this trip has been amazing so far. Hell, I’ve barely thought about tennis at all. But I’m not sure I want to worry about the direction we’re headed right now, you know? We’re going to have to decide on things eventually, but… can I just enjoy you and this for now?”

Logan frowned and gripped the steering wheel tighter, but nodded. “Sure, whatever,” he mumbled.

“If you really want to sort through this now, we can.”

“Forget it. It’s fine.”

I pulled my feet back into the car, rolled onto my side, and sat up to get a better look at him. He clearly wanted to talk about this. If it would make him feel better, then we could talk.

“Are you worried about our family’s reaction or more about me sticking things out with you when we reach our destinations?”

He glanced at me again. “Both?”

“What do you want to happen, Logan? How do you see this playing out? Do you want us to be an item? Dating seriously? Because there’s no point in telling our parents about us or worrying about being stepbrothers if there’s no future for us.”

Logan slumped in his seat as his knuckles turned white. “Oh. Yeah, like, that’s cool. I get it.”

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