Page 94 of Wrath

“No way. Almost no one knows, so…”

“But you hear it.” I’m just speculating.

He nods. “People use it like an insult, and I can see re-claiming bad words, but to me…”

“I get that. It sticks with you.”

“It sticks in me,” he smirks. “And not in the sexy way.”

That makes me smile and shake my head. “You want me rolling up to that place hard as a rock?”

He looks over at my lap. “Fuck, you’re getting me hard now, too.” He laughs. “So you’re gay? You’re telling me you’re gay?”

“If you’re not telling anyone…then—” I sigh, too loud.

“Why can’t I tell? Not that I ever would. But your dad seems cool. And I know my mom is.”

“I have a mom too, in case you weren’t aware.”

“And you went to Christian school…”

My stomach flips as I nod. “Trust me when I say it wouldn’t turn out well for me if my mom heard that I was gaying it up down here.”

He looks thoughtful for a moment. Sad. He says, “Damn. I’m sorry. That must be a lot on you.”

I reach for his hand, lacing my fingers through his and then bringing our joined hands to my lap. I can’t bring myself to make him touch my boner, but once he’s this close, he does it himself.

“You’rea lot on me, Josh Miller.”

He rubs me lightly, sending heat all through my lower body.

“I thought you were a gay hater,” he says softly.

“That’s the cliché isn’t it? Gotta make sure no one thinks you’re one of them.”

He grips my dick, his eyes hard on mine. “You scared me.”

“I know. I’m an asshole.” I move his hand off my dick. “If you’re smart, you’ll let me get you pizza and just avoid me after tomorrow.”

He lays his palm over my bulge, squeezing just a little as he cups me.

“And if I’m not?” he whispers, running his thumb over my cockhead through my pants. “You gonna fuck me up? Just start the snowball rolling and let it go where it goes? And give up steering?”

I bite my lip hard enough to hurt. “I’ve never been steering.” Everything that’s happened between us has been accidental—at least on my end. Everything until me asking him to come get pizza with me. That’s where it shifted.

Mills comes under me and cups me, pressing my balls up against the base of my cock. Then he leans over and nips at my throat. “I think you’re better than that shit, dude. Coward stuff.”

My cheeks and neck flush. I pull off on the roadside; we’re not two hundred yards from the pizza joint. “Did you just call me a coward?” I grip his chin, wanting to bite him and kiss him; I don’t know which I crave more.

“No, I didn’t,” he says. “You’re not a coward right now. You came out to me, and even though you played a bunch of games, you didn’t let it last. You just told me some shit that made me want to know you better. Like you actually think about things, unlike most people,” Mills whispers as he shakes his chin free, leaning in to brush his lips over mine. “I’m obsessed with your lips. And your throat.” He gives my Adam’s apple a nip, sending lightning down to my junk.

“Just because I let you fuck with me doesn’t mean you get to be in charge.” He bites at my neck—hard—and rubs the bulge in my pants. “I liked what you did. You’re good, and it felt great.And it was worth it, like you said. But now you’re out and I’m out, to each other at least. Now we’re getting pizza and we’re gonna watch a movie and the time for games is over, angel.”

I want to say I’m sorry for what I did to him. For making everything hurt. But as his lips find mine, I realize I’m not. It’s the only way I could have done it…and it led to this.

Miller kisses deep but gentle, rubbing on me as he does. My hands are going at him too.

He pulls his mouth off mine with a laugh. “We can’t come before pizza.”

---