Page 16 of Betting Brett

I nod, my gaze meeting his. "Yeah. It felt... right. Like everything just clicked into place."

Andy smiles softly, his eyes warm. "I'm glad you feel that way. I was worried it might be weird between us."

I shake my head. "No, not weird. Different, maybe. But in a good way." I take a forkful of fluffy pancakes, the flavors bursting in my mouth. "Damn, these are good. Almost as good as—" I trail off, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

Andy chuckles, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

I grin, reaching for the syrup. "You love it."

He rolls his eyes, but there's no hiding the affection in his gaze. "Yeah, yeah. Just eat your pancakes."

We continue to banter back and forth, but as the conversation turns more playful, more suggestive, I can feel a familiar heat building in my core. I shift in my seat, trying to adjust my growing erection, hoping Andy doesn't notice. As we dig into our breakfast, the conversation shifts to silence between us, but I can't help but let my curiosity get the better of me. "Andy," I start, breaking the quiet, hesitating a bit, "when did you... you know, start dating guys?"

Andy looks up, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Honestly? I've always known I was attracted to men. But I didn't really start dating guys until college. I just… I don’t know. I guess I needed to get out of Shafter Falls to really explore that side of me."

I raise an eyebrow. "I can’t believe I never knew."

He chuckles, "Well, it's not like I broadcasted it. I was still figuring things out for myself."

I take a sip of my coffee, mulling over his words. "Why didn't you tell me? We've always shared everything."

Andy sighs, pushing his pancakes around his plate. "I wanted to, Brett,” he says, “But it was complicated. I wasn't sure how you'd react. And then you became a dad and got a job as a deputy, and I just felt like there was so much going on in your life. It just never felt like the right time to bring it up."

I nod, understanding. "I wish you had told me, though. I would've supported you."

He smiles, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "I know. And I regret not telling you sooner. But I was scared. Scared of being judged, of being rejected. Not just by you but by everyone. You know how close-minded people can be, especially back then."

I frown, thinking back to our high school days. "Was it hard? Keeping it a secret?"

"Yeah, it was,” Andy nods, his gaze distant. “Especially when I started dating in college, at least in the beginning. I felt like I had to be so careful, always looking over my shoulder, making sure no one found out."

I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, Andy. I wish I could've been there for you."

He smiles, his eyes softening. "You were. In your own way. Just by being my friend, by being there for me, you helped more than you know."

We fall into a comfortable silence again, lost in our own thoughts. The weight of our shared history, the ups and downs, the secrets and confessions all roll around in my mind. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, I feel grateful. Grateful for Andy, for our friendship, and for the chance to grow even closer.

11

Andy

The soft hum of my computer fills the home office, the glare of the screen reflecting off my glasses. I'm trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but my mind keeps wandering. Every time I try to concentrate, the memories of the night at the cabin flood back, making it impossible to think about anything else. It’s been three days since we went ahead with the bet, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Memories of the cabin – of Brett – play on a loop. I try to focus on my work, but every other entry I type, my mind wanders back to the feel of Brett's lips on mine, the taste of him, how he looked down at me with his eyes wide as I swallowed him down to the balls.

Fuuuuuck.

My body responds to the mental stimulation, a familiar warmth pooling in my groin. I shift in my chair, trying to adjust my hardening dick, but it only makes things worse. Or better? The fabric of my jeans presses against me, intensifying my arousal.

I glance around my home office, the room bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. God, I wished Brett was standing there, naked and as hard as I was, begging to be taken care of by me. Pushing my chair back, I unbutton my jeans, sliding them down my thighs along with my boxers, exposing my throbbing erection, already leaking precum.

I wrap my hand around myself, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I close my eyes, letting the memories of the cabin take over. The way Brett had looked at me, the heat in his gaze, the promise of what was to come. The feel of Brett's body against mine, the taste of him, the sounds he made. The day after when nothing between us had changed.

When everything between us had changed.

We were best friends, but a barrier had been shattered between us. I knew how my best friend tasted, how he sounded when he was blowing a load down my throat.

My hand moves faster, my grip tightening as I lose myself in the sensations. My other hand wanders, going under my shirt and teasing my pebbled nipples, adding to the pleasure. I can almost feel Brett's lips on me, his tongue, his hands. The thought pushes me closer to the edge, my breathing becoming ragged, my movements more desperate.

With a final, powerful stroke, I come, my release spilling over my hand and onto my stomach, the warmth spreading through my body. I slump back in my chair, panting, the afterglow of my orgasm washing over me.

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