Ibounced off the wall and groaned as Cole tried to help me to bed later that night. E had fallen asleep on the couch, and Cole had drunk with me instead. He’d been quiet and not his usual pain-in-the-ass self.
He released me onto my bed, and I let out a huff of laughter as I bounced.
“You’re so wasted,” Cole muttered.
“So are you,” I slurred back at him.
“Not as bad as you.”
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, then fumbled with my pants. Cole watched as I managed to get them off, along with my boxers, so I was naked.
“I have had a really bad fucking five years,” I slurred. “Anson married my girl. That prick… I knew he would. I fucking knew it.”
“Go to sleep.” Cole moved to stand in front of me so he could push me back in bed, but I put my hands on his hips and stared up at him.
“You’re being weird,” I said, my tongue in the way of my lips.
“I’m tired. I’ve been busy,” he answered. “Plus, I’m always weird. You know that.”
“You look for Rosalie a lot,” I murmured, unbuttoning his pants. “Even if you find her, she’s still not yours.”
He tensed at my words, but fuck it. I pushed his pants off, his boxers following.
“Take off your shirt,” I husked out, drunk and high off my ass. I liked feeling the relief. It dulled the ache in my heart.
He did so wordlessly, and I ran my hands up his abs.
“Are you really going to wear that cat costume with all your stray cats?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“You’re so fucking weird,” I muttered. “You’re messed up in the head.”
“I know,” he whispered, his voice shaking as I stroked his cock gently. His dick was hard as steel in my hand. It wasn’t like we didn’t jerk each other off from time to time, so this wasn’t unusual for us.
“I owe you a lot, Cole,” I whispered. “Brother. I-I want to give it to you because I do love you, and I’m so fucking sorry for your pain.”
I sucked against the head of his cock. His body tensed, and his breathing quickened. Maybe this would repay him slightly.
“E-Enzo. You’re drunk,” he choked out. “You’ll hate yourself in the morning.”
“I fucking hate myself now,” I said, releasing his dick and staring up at him. “I hate me.”
“You’re a good man,” Cole said softly. “We’re just in a really bad spot. I-It’ll get better, right?”
“No.” I lay back on the bed, my dick hard. “But if you want to fuck, at least we can do that.”
He stared at me for a moment. My heart pounded hard, wondering if he was going to do anything. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what the fuck I was even doing.
Maybe I was the crazy one now.
But he finally moved and straddled me, our cocks resting against one another’s.
“My cock is right here,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “You’ve wanted us to try this for a long time. Here it is. I’ll give in and fuck you.”
“You’re too drunk,” Cole said gently. “And if we do this, I want to share it with someone we both love.”
I swallowed hard. “We don’t have that option anymore, brother.”
