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I massage my throat and lick my lips.
“You sure you’re okay?” I ask, my throat raspy all over again. Gotta gargle with salt water or something. Finn will get suspicious if I keep talking like this.
“Yeah,” he says, moving into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. He gulps it down as I tuck my hard cock under my waistband. Curie watches me as I make my way into the kitchen and narrows her eyes at me from her perch on the counter. I grab a paper towel and wipe up my come-smeared face, trying to ignore her.
But shit, she makes herself known, doesn’t she?
Yeah, I know, Curie. I didn’t manage to swallow all of it. Give me a break, this is only my second time.
“Tomorrow, same time?” he asks, and I nod, tossing the paper towel into the garbage.
Theo doesn’t say another word. He just disappears into the bathroom, the door snicking shut behind him.
* * *
Tutor:Sick. Don’t come over.
I eye my phone and then shove it into my back pocket. I knew he didn’t look well yesterday. For a minute, I’d wondered if maybe he was just over me in general, but nah, he just wasn’t feeling well. That’s why it took him so long to come.
“Hey, Logan, I’m going to drive down to Santa Cruz and chill with Landon,” Finn tells me, slapping me on the back. “You want to come? We could watch a movie or something.”
I pull my backpack over my shoulders and shake my head. Shit, I should go and see my brother, but the whole thing with Theo is bugging me. Some would say I’m using him as an excuse to avoid bigger issues. And yeah, maybe that’s so.
“I can’t. I have tutoring.”
It’s not just my younger brother I’ve been kind of, sort of avoiding. It’s Finn too. I haven’t told him what’s going on with my dick. Or my brain. It’s all a scrambled mess.
Last night, I caved and jacked off to thoughts of Theo standing over me, his dick down my throat. It couldn’t be helped; my balls were aching.
I came so hard that I had to wash my sheets.
Then I did it again in the shower. I had one finger up my ass while I did it, too.
Finn’s eyes narrow in concern. I really hope he can’t read my thoughts right now. “Look, I’ll tell Landon you’re busy with school, but he won’t buy that excuse forever. He knows you, Logan. And he knows you blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault—”
“Yeah, but it was.”
“Logan…” my best friend protests, but I just shake my head, my hand running across the back of my neck.
“I’ll call him tomorrow and make a plan to go see him.”
“You can’t avoid this forever,” he calls out to my retreating back.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve lived with this for a year, and it’s still hard as shit seeing him. I just don’t want to think about it. Fuck. I just want to push all the bad shit to the back of my mind and check on Theo. He’ll distract me.
So, thirty minutes later, here I am, cradling soup and crackers in one hand and a bag of medication dangling from the other.
After I knock and the door opens, I find a glowering Theo standing before me.
“Go the fuck away,” he mutters, his cheeks flushed, and his hair a sweaty, unruly mess. He’s wearing plaid pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and a grey fuzzy blanket is pulled around his shoulders.
“Not happening,” I say, pushing past him and moving into his kitchen.
“Brought you food,” I say and hold up the plastic bag. “And meds. Didn’t know what was wrong, so I brought the pharmacy to you.”
He sinks down onto the edge of the bed and pulls the blanket closer around him.
“I didn’t ask you to come here. I specifically told younotto come,” he says, and I roll my eyes, filling up a cup of water and bringing it over to him.
