Page 102 of The Finding Series: Vol. 2

“Let me up!” I demanded as all the heat fled my body.

Brody immediately moved off of me and Quinn released his hold on my body. I scrambled to my feet, yanking my boxers and pants up as I stood. The sight of Quinn’s glistening half-hard dick and Brody’s wet hand were enough to drive me over the edge and I did exactly what they’d asked me not to.

I ran.

ChapterEleven

Brody

“Fuck,” Quinn bit out as he rose to his feet and yanked his pants up and buttoned them. I hurriedly wiped my hand on my T-shirt which had ended up tossed over the back of the couch. Ignoring the sensation of my own cooling cum against my skin, I did up my pants.

“We need to check on him,” I said even as disappointment cascaded over me. Thirty seconds ago, I’d been on top of the world. Now…

“Yeah,” Quinn said as he snagged his shirt off the floor and hurried towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms. He stopped at Beck’s door and knocked.

My body was struggling to deal with the combination of the lingering high from my orgasm and the adrenaline that had started flooding my veins as soon as Beck had ordered me to get off of him. I sent Quinn a worried look when there was no answer at Beck’s door. He tried the knob but it didn’t open.

“Beck, open up or we’re going to break it down,” Quinn said without hesitation. I could tell he was both worried and angry and I couldn’t blame him. He’d been the only one out of the three of us who’d made sure Beck had wanted this.

Until he hadn’t.

Fuck, why had I let this happen? We’d been making progress with Beck. Yeah, it had been slow, but it had been genuine. At least I thought it had. Besides dinner these past three nights, Beck and I had exchanged pleasantries here and there over the past few days. It wasn’t much, but it had been more than we’d had before. And I’d noticed that Quinn and Beck had been working more closely with one another as well so I’d figured they’d hashed out whatever was between them.

And dinner…

I’d been thrilled when Quinn had invited us to join him for dinner the first night and after the initial awkwardness had passed, we’d gotten along well. Sure, the topics we’d discussed had been safe ones, but we’d started to see some commonalities that we shared as well as some differences. By the end of the first night, it had almost felt natural being around both men. So it had been easy to offer to cook dinner the next night. Tonight when Beck had cooked, I couldn’t have planned it any better myself. And when Beck had mentioned the meal was a family favorite, I hadn’t even thought twice about reminding him he had promised to show us pictures of his family.

Had he thought it had all been some kind of come on?

That we’d planned the whole thing?

Relief went through me when the door was unlocked, but it was short-lived when it was yanked open. Beck was standing there, his eyes wild as he shoved something at Quinn.

“Here!” Beck shouted. “Will you leave me alone now?”

Quinn and I both stared at the pair of sneakers and singular belt that Beck had thrust at him. It was Quinn’s fast action that had him sliding his foot into the doorjamb to keep Beck from closing it again.

The move seemed to make Beck even angrier because as he stepped back into the room he threw his arms out wide and yelled, “What?” He didn’t wait for an answer before striding towards the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a razor, a bottle of aspirin and several prescription bottles and threw them at our feet. “What else?” he muttered as he looked around the bedroom. It didn’t finally hit me what he was doing until he started tearing the bed sheets from the bed.

“Beck, stop it!” Quinn snapped and he moved past me to grab Beck by the arm.

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Beck shouted as he motioned to the discarded items on the floor. “To make sure the dumb kid doesn’t try offing himself again, especially not while he’s on your watch!”

“We’re here because we’re worried about you,” Quinn returned just as loudly. “Not because we think you’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Beck, talk to us,” I urged as I moved closer to him. Quinn still had ahold of his arm. “You said you wanted what happened-”

“I know that! It’s my fault, okay?”

“It’s no one’s fault!” I snapped, unable to contain my own frustrations. “We didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Is that what you think?” Quinn asked. “That what happened between us was wrong?”

When Beck remained stubbornly mute, Quinn softened his voice as he asked, “Are you ashamed of being gay, Beck?”

Beck shook his head and my heart broke for him when tears welled in his eyes and began slipping down his face. I gave in to my need to touch him and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. Dropping a kiss to the top of his head, I glanced at Quinn and briefly shook my head. He seemed to understand my silent message that we weren’t going to get anything else out of the young man tonight because he nodded.

“Beck,” I said softly. “Do you mind if Quinn and I stay here with you tonight?”

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