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“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Damn it, Kade, stop fucking teasing m—”

I bite him harder this time and let go of his dick, sliding two fingers through the precum there before moving them down between his legs. Shifting to line my cock up with his, I watch his face while I rub his hole, enjoying the way he reacts to that one simple touch. His eyes slam shut and he opens his mouth, his hips bucking wildly against mine.

“Oh, fuck.”

“You like it?” I ask, nudging his thighs with my knees to spread him out a little more.

“Yes.”

“More?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I give him what he wants and slide the tip of my finger inside him, still grinding on his hot little body, and fuck me, the sounds I’m drawing from his throat…

Just as I think it, he cries out loudly and I slap a hand over his mouth, because even though the walls aren’t that thin, I can’t risk the neighbors telling our dad they heard him screaming my name up here.

He mumbles a string of curse words against my palm and I look down, my eyes darkening at the sight of his cock pulsing between us, his hot cum shooting out all over our dicks and abs, his tight ass squeezing the fuck out of my finger. That sets me off and I come before I can stop it, removing the hand from his mouth to replace it with my tongue, shoving it inside to shut us both up. My hips flex by themselves and he clings to me, wrapping his hands around my neck and his legs around my waist.

“Fuck, Nicky,” I whisper against his lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispers back, dropping his head with a goofy ass grin that makes me want to kiss him all over again.

Jesus.

How the fuck did we get here?

I know I’ve done him wrong and the guilt is there, but I don’t feel sick about it like I thought I would.

Instead I feel… I don’t know, happy or some shit.

It’s fucking weird.

Nicky frowns at the look on my face and I shake my head no, gently running my hand through his hair while I kiss his cheeks and his eyelids, then down to his jaw and across to his earlobe.

“It’s not you, baby brother,” I tell him, which sounds cliché as fuck, but it’s the truth. “You’re perfect.”

As soon as he relaxes again, I lie down beside him and pull him into my arms for a while, not so patiently waiting for that need to disappear now that I’ve had him the way I’ve wanted him for years.

It doesn’t disappear.

CHAPTER 13

NICKY

I smile to myself and run my thumb over the scar on the inside of his left hand, struggling to think about anything but all the dirty things he did to me last night, all the dirty things he let me do to him…

It was fucking amazing.

I don’t know what he’s gonna think when he wakes up with a clearer head, but I honestly don’t care about that right now. I feel happier than I’ve ever been after what we did, and I’m fully fine living in this state of naivety, even if it’s just for a little while.

I’m lying on my side with his arm wrapped around my back, wearing the huge t-shirt he put me back into after we washed the cum from our bodies last night, my hips pushed up against his with my leg locked over his lap. I trace his scar again and he slowly nudges my thumb with his, touching my scar, then he links our fingers together and guides our hands up to his bare chest.

“Why are you awake, Nicky?” he asks, the sound muffled by the pillow we’re sharing.

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