Page 41 of Burn It Down

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that,” I warn him, the familiar tingle already spreading through my balls.

“God, yes.” He stops rubbing only to dip his fingers in the waistband of the sweats and trail them back and forth along my stomach. “Please, can I touch more?”

Say no, Dylan. You’re going to get your heart broken.

“Yes.”

His hands dive into the sweatpants. His right hand grabs my shaft while his left hand cups my balls, squeezing gently and rendering me speechless. Looking down, I see the tent in his own pants.Holy fuck, the guys weren’t kidding about his size.Without asking, I start untying the strings on his pants. I figure if he doesn’t want me to touch his dick, he’ll let me know soon enough, but he remains quiet as I force the material down past his erection.

As soon as I put my hands on him, you’d think I’d hooked him up to a car battery. He thrusts into my hands and lets go of my balls to use his now-free hand to wrap pressure over mine, telling me to grip him harder.

And here we stand like two horny adolescents, jerking each other off in his kitchen.

Fuck if it isn’t hot.

“Dylan,” he pants. “I’m gonna come.”

“You’re damn right you are,” I respond, my assertive nature taking over.

“Your hand,” he says as if just now noticing it’s what’s bringing him to the edge. “You should…move it…if you don’t want—”

“I’ll paint yours if you paint mine.”

For the love of God, I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m jumping into this moment with everything I have. The consequences be damned. I jerk him harder, almost punishing him for making me lose control like this, but then he’s coming.

His hand on my own shaft faltering as he spills his release. His free hand digs into my waist to steady himself and the act of using me to ground himself sends me flying over the edge after him.

Chapter 13

Jake

I’m trying to decide if I should hide my face, wipe up my floor, or pour another drink when Dylan decides for me. He grips my chin, bringing my mouth back to his. When we break apart, I no longer feel the need to run or hide. His voice is gentle even though he should be angry.

This isn’t how I meant to tell him.

Hell, I didn’t intend to tell him at all…and maybe that’s worse.

“You didn’t think to mention you’re bi-sexual when I told you I was gay this morning?”

“I’m not bi,” I answer immediately.

“I hate to break it to you, brother, but what we just did—”

“I’m gay, Dylan. Just like you.”

I feel a mix of emotions swirling in the pit of my stomach from saying it aloud after working so hard to keep that part of myself hidden. It’s like I took a shot of six different liquors and they’re throwing punches in my stomach, trying to decide who’s coming back up first.

“And Cora?”

Oh, Cora. I’m so sorry. What have I done?

“Like I said, it’s complicated.” I pull my pants back up even though I have cum all over me. “Why don’t we get cleaned up, I’ll reheat dinner, and try to explain.”

I follow Dylan back into my bathroom as we wipe ourselves off, each of us stealing glances at the other and sending small smiles when we’re caught.

“Your tattoo has had me fucked up all day,” I admit to fill the silence. “And then I looked up from the water to see Hudson damn near having a face-full of your cock—”

“So I was right. You were pissed because ofyourfeelings about me, not his,” he confirms with a slight smirk on his face.

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