He came fast and hard, thick ropes of cum shooting up his stomach and his chest. On the phone, Bryce whimpered, and Holden looked down in time to see Bryce’s arm flying off screen for a handful of seconds before going still. Bryce bit his lips hard and threw his head back. Holden’s cock was still spurting when he watched Bryce paint the underside of his chin with his own release.
The two of them didn’t say anything for a long while after that. They looked at each other, though, stares locked while they caught their breath. Eventually, Bryce smiled at him, a quiet laugh filtering out of the phone and straight into Holden’s ears.
“I’m really glad I met you,” Bryce said.
Holden groaned, scratching the back of his neck.
A sharp bang through the phone startled them both, and then Merrick’s voice rang out, “You’re using all my hot water!”
“Fuck off!” Bryce shouted back.
The interruption might as well have been a bucket of cold water over the top of Holden’s head. He tucked his dick back into his pants and grabbed his phone. He knew getting involved with Bryce in any capacity was a bad idea, but he wasn’t sure he could say no. The attraction between them was incendiary, and that was maybe part of the problem. Or part of the appeal.
“Your brother can’t know,” Holden said simply.
“I know. But I’m not going to let him stop me from having this.”
Holden tapped his finger and thumb together, cum spiderwebbing across his knuckles. There was something heady in being wanted, he realized. Not just in being the one doing the wanting.
Bryce wanted him.
For whatever reason, maybe only because he was nice to look at and Bryce wasn’t supposed to be looking at him.
Maybe that was enough for now.
On the other end of the call, Bryce set his phone on the vanity and stripped out of his clothes. He didn’t put his headphones back in, but he angled his head toward the shower and Holden understood.
He nodded.
Bryce mouthed the wordtomorrow, and then the screen went black as the call disconnected.
Holden’s home screen wallpaper was a drawing he’d done a few weeks before, nothing fancy, just a yellow rose with thick petals and a coral swirl in the background. It had reminded him of the song he’d been listening to on his way home from work and he’d wanted to remember the feeling of having his windows down with the warm summer air blowing through his hair.
Sometimes, it felt like anything was possible.
Sometimes, it felt like Bryce could be possible.
CHAPTER 6
Bryce
When Bryce wokeup the next morning, Merrick was already awake. He found his brother in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and frowning down at his sketchbook.
“Morning,” Bryce mumbled, still half asleep.
Merrick pulled a coffee mug down from a cabinet and set it in front of the coffee pot before stepping out of the way for Bryce to fill it himself.
“Did you have a good night last night?” Merrick asked.
Good would have been an understatement. The time he spent with Holden had been off the charts and their phone call had been something else entirely. After they’d gotten off the phone, Bryce had actually showered. He’d avoided Merrick, managed to get himself into bed, and fell asleep before his head hit the pillow. He woke in the morning with a pleasurable ache between his legs and a pounding urgency to find a clinic offering same-day test results.
He shivered and wiped some sleep from the corner of his eye. “I did.”
“What’s his name?” Merrick asked.
“Does it matter?”
“I don’t know. Are you going to see him again?”
