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He looks as if I’ve punched him. “Because of me? I wouldneverhurt my brother.”
When he stands from the bed and paces the room, I watch him with confusion. “Caleb, you told me that day that…I had to leave Isaac alone. That I wasn’t good for him. I thought you…told your father.”
“I did that toprotecthim from my father,” he argues, staring at me with shock. “I regret what I did to you that day, but I would haveneverouted Isaac.Ever. I was terrified our dad would send him to a conversion camp or something. I just had to keep him safe until he was old enough to move out.”
Standing from the couch, I ask, “So how did your dad find out?”
Caleb freezes. “Isaac told him.”
“He did?”
“Yeah, when he was seventeen, he just…came out. My dad was furious. He waved the Bible in his face and told him he was going to hell. Isaac just…took it. The next day, Isaac was gone.”
“Where did he go?”
Caleb shrugs. “For a while, he kept in touch but never let me know where he was. Then he just disappeared. A few years ago, I started digging around, and I found out he lives in Nashville now. He’s actually doing pretty well. A country music singer.”
A chuckle slips through my lips. He actually did it. He ran away.
Meanwhile, I’m still here.
I let out a heavy sigh as I drop back down to the mattress. “All this time, I assumed you just…hated that your brother was gay. I assumed you were the one who told your dad. You broke us up, and he found out anyway.”
“I did what I had to, Dean. I was young and stupid and scared. But Isaac…was never scared.”
“Yes, he was,” I mutter to myself. “When I knew him, he was.”
When he kneels on the floor between my knees, it takes me by surprise. “Is that what you’ve thought of me this whole time? That I was a homophobe who sent my kid brother away? That I was like my father?”
Did I? Before I moved into that apartment, that’s exactly what I thought. It was a theory I’d built in my mind for years. I was so bent on hatred and revenge that I never bothered to ask questions or have doubts. I wanted to hate Caleb Goode because it was easier than facing the truth—Isaac let me go.
Even when he ran away at seventeen, he never looked back, and while part of me was waiting for him and hoping that chapter of our lives wasn’t over, he’d already closed the book.
Raising my eyes, I stare at Caleb. “It doesn’t matter what I thought,” I reply.
“It matters to me.”
“I was wrong,” I say, holding him by the back of the neck.
“So was I,” he says as he presses his lips to mine. Our bodies meld together as we hold each other there, him kneeling between my legs and our arms wrapped around each other. “I’ll tell everyone you’re our boyfriend, and I don’t give a shit what they say. I’ll tell my father and my brothers and everyone. Just like Isaac did. And if they don’t like it, they can fuck off.”
He’s mumbling into my neck, and I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face. When he moves to stand, he pushes me back onto the bed, draping his body over mine. Then, he kisses me with all of the tenderness and passion I want from him.
For a long time, we just lie here and kiss, taking our time with each other. I think for Caleb, this is his chance to prove to himself that he’s not afraid anymore. He’s not hiding. He’s accepting who he is and celebrating that acceptance with me.
When his kisses trail down my throat, I feel my heartbeat start to pick up speed. Then he reaches my abs, and I nearly stop him.
“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper.
“I want to,” he says as he continues to make his way down my body. As he reaches my groin, he stares down at the rigid length hiding behind my tight black underwear. After easing the waistband down to reveal my cock, he smiles up at me. “I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it.”
Biting my bottom lip, I run my fingers through his soft brown hair. “Are you kidding? Just the sight of those lips anywhere near my cock, and I’m happy.”
His mouth opens, and his tongue peeks out, grazing softly along the underside of my cock. The hesitation on his face turns me on, especially as he kisses the tip of my dick. His warm, wet lips suck gently on the crown, and I hum with pleasure.
Wrapping his fingers around my cock, he strokes me softly, gently uncloaking the head of my cock as he takes me into his mouth. I glide along the length of his tongue until I reach the back of his throat. When he gags, I have to remind myself to breathe.
“Yes, just keep doing that,” I say with a grunt.
