Page 11 of Disorderly

“Will you let Peter suck your cock down his throat while I continue to pound into him?”

Peter moaned and words failed me. At least I managed to nod as my feet carried me to them. When I was close enough, Peter opened his mouth, allowing me to slip my aching cock into him. The moan that left my mouth would have been embarrassing if it hadn’t been matched by ones that came from Peter and Jason.

It hadn’t been new. The feeling of Peter’s lips and tongue stroking me was familiar after trading off BJs for the past eight or nine months. But looking into Jason’s eyes, seeing him watch me as Peter swallowed me down, it made things hotter and to my surprise, I could already feel my balls draw up into me, ready to empty their load.

“Let go.” Jason wrapped a hand around the back of my neck. Then his lips were on mine. Kissing. Me. My first kiss… by another male. I didn’t know what to do. It was so different, so much harder, firmer than kissing a woman. And that didn’t even account for the feeling of stubble brushing against cheek.

For one moment, everything stopped—or at least it felt like it—as I tried to wrap my brain around what had happened. I was the one who normally took control, started the kissing, took things further. I wasn’t used to being the one that things happened to unless I said so. But as Jason pushed his tongue passed my lips and into my mouth, I discovered I liked it.

So I guess, Peter’s little redesign of our dresser was correct. If we had a centre, it was Jason since he took us from casual to whatever this was. But that still didn’t explain Peter’s actions.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My heart pounded and my palms began to sweat. I was just shy of a panic attack waiting for him to speak. “Peter, what’s going on?”

He slumped onto the foot of the bed but refused to look at me. He took a huge breath and then spit out his words on the exhale almost too fast for me to understand. “I fucked up. I slept with a woman twice without a condom.”

The breath I’d been holding rushed out. The relief palpable within me even if I couldn’t understand why he was so worked up about it. It wasn’t like it was the first time one of us had fucked up and broke our rules. Well, at least between Peter and me. I couldn’t remember the last time Jason had needed to wear a condom when he was with us. And I told Peter so.

He shifted on the bed, drawing further into himself, worrying me. “It’s, it’s not so much that I forgot the condom, but when it happened.”

Warning lights flashed in my mind. An uneasy feeling crawled along my nerves making my stomach do the jitter. I knew I really didn’t want to know thewhenbut I needed to. We didn’t keep secrets from each other. My mouth went dry, and I croaked out, “When?”

When he finally answered, his voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear. “At the waterpark when I was there with Katy. And then at the hospital that night.”

I slumped against the headboard completely floored. Until that moment, hearing him confess his sin, I hadn’t truly thought about how Katy had been left alone long enough to have been sexually assaulted. But now I knew.

And I didn’t know what to do with it.

I couldn’t even contemplate the rest. His fucking someone at the hospital while Katy was there being treated for heat stroke, an infection, and her assault. How could he have done to her?

But then I knew.

I understood.

Peter couldn’t stay close to her at the waterpark. Not when she was a student who was there with other students. It didn’t matter that she was his next-door neighbour, that he’d known her since her birth. All that mattered to his professional body was that she was a student, and he was a teacher. So I couldn’t hold that against him even if every cell in my body cried out for me to.

But the hospital… yeah, that I could blame on him. He was my best friend, and I knew how self destructive he could be especially if he felt guilty for something. It was something he’d been doing for as long as I’d known him. So him sleeping with someone at the hospital didn’t surprise when I knew he’d been feeling guilty over what happened to Katy under his watch. I didn’t like it—hated it, in fact—but it was to be expected. Maybe this time, the consequences of his actions would finally change him. Help him to start thinking with his big head instead of the one between his legs when tough shit happened.

I scooted down to the foot of the bed and pulled Peter into my chest. “We all screw up, make poor decisions. It’s how we handle them that matter.”

“I wish Jason saw it that way. He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.” I stroked his hair before giving it a yank, pulling his head back until he looked me in the eye. “He’s disappointed in you. You reacted badly to what happened to Katy and made things worse by sleeping with some chick when you should have been there for Katy. I feel the same way.” He tried to pull away from me, but I wasn’t about to let him go. Peter needed a new type of control. When things got rough or heavy, he’d pull away, jumping into whatever he could—usually dick first—thinking it was his way to exercise control over the situation. But he was wrong. It had nothing to do with control as he was letting the circumstances control him. He needed to learn a new way and I was just the guy to help him.

“But I’m not going to leave you.” I reassured him. “You fucked up. You know it and you own it. That’s a start. But what comes next is important. You need to stop running away from the heavy stuff. You need to start thinking with that big brain of yours instead of your dick. By doing that, you’ll learn control. And I’m just the guy to help you.”

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest as he peppered kisses all over my face. “Thank you. Fuck. I was so scared of losing you, of you hating me.”

“Never going to happen.”

“Good. And I promise to do better. I’ll suck up ridicule and let people say mean things about me if it helps to protect Katy. I failed her, but I won’t do that again. Won’t hurt her again like that.”

It wasn’t until later, after he’d fallen asleep next to me that I thought over his words about Katy. She’d always been like a cross between a little sister and a best friend to him, but the strength of his declaration, the tone he used, it made me wonder if he felt something different towards her. Had he had the same epiphany that I’d had? The one where I realized that I wanted much more than a friendship with her. If so, we were both fucked because even though she was legal for me, she wasn’t for him. And I could never make her choose between us.

I could feel some of the tight control I had on my life, slipping away. And I wasn’t sure that I liked it.

Chapter Eight

Katy

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