Page 5 of Strictly Curious
“Uh, yeah. Just give me a few minutes.” I turned into my room for a moment and took a few breaths to collect myself. I had to pray that no one could tell what was going through my head.
I opened my dresser drawer and pulled out a fresh T-shirt and sweats to change out the clothes I was wearing to hide any evidence of my earlier arousal, not wanting to risk them smelling anything suspicious. My face burned as shame filled me. I shouldn’t have gotten hard and turned on at seeing my stepbrother getting sucked off. But I had. The vision wouldn’t leave me. It wasn’t only seeing my stepbrother but two men together getting each other off.
Garrett had walked back in the door and I stopped in my place as his warm brown gaze met mine. He said nothing as he stood there, arms crossed over his chest. It was a weird stand-off of sorts as neither of us seemed to know how to address what had gone down.
“Your friend couldn’t stay? We have more than enough,” Mom said as she reentered the room, startling both of us. Garrett turned to face her, shaking his head in answer.
“No. He had something urgent come up. I don’t think he’ll be around much anymore, anyway,” Garrett explained as we both walked to the kitchen to get dinner.
“Well, that’s too bad. He seemed like a nice boy. You’ve only had him over a few times and he’s always been so polite.”
I kept my mouth shut and grabbed a plate from the cabinet feeling hollow and lost because I didn’t know what to do with my thoughts. All I kept seeing when I closed my eyes was Garrett’s head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed tight, as Toby sucked him off. Then there were the other, more disturbing thoughts. The thoughts about why I’d wanted it to be me instead. I wanted to know what that felt like to have that power over Garrett, to bring him to release.
“What did you do today, Tyler?”
Dad’s question cut off my thought process, and it was probably for the best. I’d have to duck back upstairs to take care of my little problem again otherwise. I was embarrassed enough as it was.
“Not much, mostly just tried to stay inside where it wasn’t too hot. I watched that new thriller show on Netflix,” I answered as I helped myself to some pepperoni pizza. The smell of the garlic in the sauce and the spiciness of the meat made my mouth water as soon as I opened the box.
Dinner continued with mundane small talk and all I wanted to do was go back to my room to hide. Garrett tracked all of my movements, making my skin crawl. I scratched at my arms lightly as everyone sat around.
When Mom and Dad finally got up, I quickly dumped my plate in the sink and ran up the stairs. I didn’t care that I probably looked suspicious as hell, but I needed to get away from Garrett’s analyzing looks. I needed to breathe. I needed to be able to process everything and not worry about it for a little while.
Icouldn’tstopstaringat the ceiling. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what I’d seen. I was so lost, fretting, and embarrassed that I almost didn’t hear the door to my bedroom open. The floor groaned under Garrett’s weight as he tried to sneak his way to my bed.
What had blown my mind the most about today was that Mom and Dad had come home shortly after the shower incident. No one seemed to think anything was amiss with the fact that both Garrett and Toby had wet hair.
“Move over,” he whispered.
My gaze snapped to him in confusion. Was this still okay? It wasn’t like he’d tried anything with me in the past. Then again, we were brothers. It wasn’t fair to assume that he’d do something to me because I found out that he liked guys too. But the more I’d thought about things through the evening, would it really bother me if he had?
“Tyler, please. Nothing needs to change. I just want to talk to you about it,” he pleaded. He looked half broken, so I nodded and scooted across the bed, pulling the sheets back to make room.
Garrett crawled into the bed and pulled the sheets around our shoulders. I stared at him in the dim light coming in from the streetlights outside. I didn’t have a clue where to even start. There hadn’t been an opportunity to talk to him all afternoon.
“How come you didn’t tell me?” I finally asked. We lay on our sides watching each other closely. My eyes kept getting inexplicably drawn to his lips, which was really freaking weird. They looked full and pillowy soft. The way he would occasionally lick them always drew my attention.
“Honestly? I didn’t want this to change. I’m not gay. Bisexual is probably a good way to put it,” he admitted.
“So, Toby isn’t like, your boyfriend?” It felt weird to ask it.
“God, no. We’ve hooked up a few times. Mostly just mutual hand jobs and blow jobs. That sort of thing,” he said.
I scrunched up my nose at the explanation. This was so weird. Did I need to know this much about his sex life?
“Has he been the only guy?” I didn’t know why I kept asking.
Garrett rolled onto his back and threw a hand over his eyes.
“No.”
My breath caught. My throat closed off, and it was a struggle to breathe. How had I never noticed?
Garrett
Dammit,whyhadTylerfound out like this? It wasn’t like he was asking me anything crazy. I was sure I would have had similar questions had I walked in on him. It was probably a shock to his system to think you know everything about someone and then realize that you hadn’t. If I had been in his position, I would have freaked out a lot more than he currently was.
“How long have you known?”
