Page 27 of Off Limits

Was Dex blushing? Had I ever seen him blush before? If I had, I couldn’t remember when.

“It was my fault.” He pulled off his hat and smoothed his hand through his curls. “I didn’t know he was cominghome early, and I didn’t close my door properly. I heard him, panicked, flailed like a moron, and almost wrecked my laptop, then had to face him in nothing but my jock with my dick out.” He laughed, but it sounded a bit strained.

Wait, those green underwear were a jockstrap? Those and backward ball caps were my kryptonite. Of course Dex would look like a sex god in them.

Shoving that thought and mental picture out of my head, I focused on the screen again.

The comments moved by so quickly I gave up on trying to read them. I didn’t really care what his audience said anyway.

“Yeah, that was my roommate.” He huffed out a little laugh as the chat went nuts. This time I saw the wordstepbrotherover and over.

“Yup, my roommate, who’s also my stepbrother.” He leaned back in his chair, a lazy grin on his too-handsome face. “That’s right. He’s the same stepbrother I fucked.”

I choked on nothing.

He’d told his cam room about us? What had he said?

“It was years ago. Things aren’t like that between us,” he said, bringing my thoughts back to his show.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about his cam room knowing we’d fucked. On the one hand, they were all faceless strangers on the internet, so it didn’t really matter if they knew or not. But it still felt weird that a bunch of randoms knew my biggest secret.

“Yeah, he wasn’t expecting to get an eyeful of me either.” Dex grimaced. “I’m not sure which of us was more freaked out. Probably me, honestly, but that’s the first time I’ve ever seen him go into panic mode like that.” He chuckled. “I remember this one time when we were teenagers and home alone, the smoke detector went off. We both came running out of our rooms, and there was smoke in the hallway. I freaked out. Like, legit froze, then hit the deck and started army crawling down the hall like amoron. He just put his shirt over his mouth and nose and raced downstairs like he was in an action movie.” He paused, his eyes moving like he was reading the chat.

“No, I didn’t keep crawling like a dumbass. I got up and followed him downstairs, only by the time I found him, he was standing there with a fire extinguisher in one hand and an apple in the other. The bastard put out the fire and had time to grab a snack before I’d even gotten my ass downstairs.”

He paused to read the chat again. “It was a candle fire. One of our parents left it lit before they’d gone out and didn’t tell us. It wasn’t too bad, just some drapes and a bit of the wall burned.” Another pause. “What did he do when I finally got there? He handed me the fire extinguisher, took a bite of his apple, and said, ‘Be a doll and take care of this for me,’ then went right back to his room like nothing happened.”

My chest tightened as I listened to him tell the story. We’d only known each other for a few months at that point.

I’d assumed he either forgot about it or thought it was no big deal. The way he’d told the story sounded like he was impressed, almost like it was a fond memory for him.

But that was probably just cam talk. He was just playing things up for his audience.

“Yeah, he obviously knows I do this now.” Dex pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on the chat.

I dropped my gaze and saw more than a few comments asking if we’d ever cam together.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” He shook his head, his eyes still on the chat. “He’d probably kick me in the nuts if I asked. We don’t get along.”

More comments flowed through the chat. I could only catch about half of them, but they were all asking about me and begging him to ask me to cam with him.

“He’s gay, I’m bi,” Dex said, obviously answering a question I hadn’t seen. “Yes, he’s hot.”

My heart did a weird skittering beat, and my jaw actually dropped.

Dex thought I was hot? Or was this more cam talk? I knew he didn’t find me hideous since he’d managed to get hard and fuck me four years ago, but we’d been eighteen and nineteen at the time. From what I’d heard, it didn’t take much to get most guys going at that age.

“What does he look like? He’s blond, has blue eyes, and is kinda goth. But not like emo goth, more that he likes to wear black and wears makeup and nail polish and has a bunch of piercings.” Another pause. “Yeah, very different from me. But it works for him.”

He paused again, obviously reading something off the screen.

“I have no idea how much it would take to get him to cam with me, Biglife. But something tells me it would be a lot.” He smirked, but I could tell he was trying to cover up his true emotions on the subject. “And like I said, things aren’t like that between us. Not anymore. That night was… Let’s just say I’m sure he’d rather poke his eyes out with a hot spoon than let me touch him like that again.” His cheeks went pink, and the soft glow only made him look hotter. “Would I fuck him again? If I didn’t have to worry about him cutting my dick off with a rusty knife, then yeah. I’d fuck him again.”

My brain did a weird thing where it kind of screeched to a stop, like the mental equivalent of a record scratch.

Dex wanted to fuck again? Or at least he would if he thought I was down for it?

I’d assumed he’d rather walk barefoot on LEGO than touch me like that again. Was this real, or was he just saying that because that’s what his audience wanted to hear?

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