Page 18 of Convenient Rivals

“I better get a shower,” said Gregory, gently pulling away from Jason.

“You don’t wanna talk about it?”

“Not right now,” he said, standing up. “It’s just family stuff. You know.”

“I understand,” said Jason, standing up as well.

Gregory knew that out of all of them, Jason understood the most. Paolo as well. Both of their parents were monsters for different reasons. At least Jason’s parents were behind bars where they belonged.

“I’ll get freshened up and head in to the office.”

“Do you need to go in?”

“I need a distraction.”

“Okay, well, you know where I am if you change your mind.”

He leant forward and gave Jason a kiss on the cheek. He looked surprised for a second, but smiled before going back to his room. If anyone had to be home, Gregory was glad it was Jason. He might be a pain in the arse most of the time, but he was the only one who would never push you to talk if you genuinely didn’t want to.

Gregory walked up the stairs to his master suite. He had the whole top floor to himself and he loved it. If needed, he could lock himself away up here, but he still had his best friends only a few feet away.

His suite comprised his bedroom, an enormous bathroom which had a walk-in shower and a separate bath, a walk-in wardrobe, a gaming room, and his home office. It was like his own apartment up here. None of his friends had questioned the designs when he’d bought this place and had them drawn up. The lower floor comprised all the other bedrooms and the communal areas. They all had their own bathrooms. Originally, it was only going to be four of them moving in, but Jason had come back into their lives after losing touch for several years, so Gregory had the plans changed to accommodate him. All of them would have a home here for as long as they needed it, or if they ever needed to come back. He hoped they never did, and they’d all get their well-deserved happy endings, even if it never happened for him. Gregory couldn’t imagine living on his own noe, even though it was something he’d longed for as a child.

He stepped into the shower, which could easily accommodate three people – or two people if one of them was a certain six-foot-seven someone. Remembering what he’d done with Oscar made his cock instantly hard, but it could never happen again. There was too much history between them and none of it was good, at least not for Gregory.

Needing to relieve some tension, he soaped up his hand before gripping his cock. Looking down as he slid his foreskin back and forth on his thick cock, he remembered how it had looked as he’d pounded into Oscar’s hole and the delicious noises he’d made. Gregory wondered what noises he could pull out of him when they didn’t have to hold back because of where they were. The thought of tying him down and fucking him until he came untouched again was enough to send Gregory over the edge. He moaned out his release as his come splattered across the tiles; he’d always had an impressive spurt when he came. Seeing his release dribble down the tiles reminded him of Oscar’s face, covered in his spunk. Damn it, there was no keeping that man out of his head. The best thing he could do would be to make sure their paths didn’t cross again, as he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation.

CHAPTER6

OSCAR

“You fucked Gregory Balfour!”

“Jesus, Abby. Why don’t you say it louder? I don’t think they heard you in Manchester.”

Oscar was catching up with his best friend, Abby. They’d met at university and she was the first person he’d come out to. Their friendship was like siblings, and she came from an excellent family, so his mother approved. Not that his mother should dictate his friendships, but life was easier if she didn’t disapprove of something.

“Sorry, it was just a shock,” she said. “You’ve always hated each other.”

“Correction. He’s always hated me.”

“Semantics. How did it even happen?”

“I’m not going to tell you that.”

“Oh. My. God!”

“What?”

“You like him.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous. It was just a bit of fun. I don’t have to share everything about my sex life, you know.”

“You told me in explicit detail about the time you got Eiffel Towered by thoseStar Warsgeeks at Comic-Con.”

Oscar felt his face heating. Hehadtold her about that, but it had been exhilarating. Nowhere near as amazing as what had happened with Gregory, though, and Oscar felt gossiping about that would demean it somewhat.

“Look, it was just a one-off... well, two-off, but it won’t happen again. He’s made that clear?”

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