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Patrick had his hands on Noah. He had his lips pressed against his. He had his body so close that all it would take was a little gust of wind and they would be on top of each other. I don’t know what the sudden rush of emotions is that I’m feeling. Anger, sure. Frustration? Of course. But the other one…
“What’s happening here?” I bark, breaking my train of thought. My eyes zero in on something that rests on the boulder right next to them and my nose keys in on the scent that lingers in the air. “Is that marijuana?”
Patrick, still caught up in his shock, doesn’t move, but Noah springs into action. He schools his surprised face and steps in front of Patrick. “It’s mine.”
I rub at my temples and growl. “Of course, it all comes back to you.”
Noah pinches his face in anger and opens his mouth to say something, but Patrick beats him to it. “Mr. Walker, I’m so sorry—”
“I don’t want to hear shit from you!” I yell, pointing a trembling finger at him. I’m shocked by my own words. Inevercurse, not out of anger, and especially not at my counselors, but I can’t help it. I march up to Patrick, grab his shoulders, and spin him in the direction of where the party is taking place. “Tell the rest of them to clear out before I fire their asses! Noah, come with me!”
I start walking without looking back, going deeper and deeper into the woods as my fury only increases. What would have happened if I hadn’t gotten here? Would Patrick have unzipped Noah’s pants and kissed something else? Would they have been caught, pants around their ankles as Noah…
No, I can’t think of that. Noah grabs my arm when we’ve walked for a few minutes in fuming silence. He forces me to stop and steps in front of me. “What the hell? You didn’t have to yell at him like that!”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” I ask, throwing my hands in the air in frustration. “Patrick’s fucking feelings?”
He takes a step back and his eyes narrow at me. He shakes his head and looks me up and down in confusion. “What’s gotten into you?”
“You two were kissing.”
“It was just—Wait.” His jaw drops and he has the audacity to laugh as he looks back in the direction we came. “That’swhy you’re pissed? Because we were kissing?”
I didn’t mean to say that, but now that I have, I can’t take it back. “It’s wrong!”
He shakes his head and steps to me, tipping his head to the side with a cocky smirk. “Is it wrong because we’re both guys or because it wasn’t you?”
He’s caught me. Fuck. I…No. It’s wrong because they’re both guys. It’s wrong because it’s a sin. It’s wrong because counselors aren’t supposed to be fraternizing. It’s wrong for so many fucked up reasons and none of them center around my being jealous of Patrick fucking Cooper.
But that’s not what I say. In my anger, in my frustration, in my lack of any rational thought, I say something entirely different. “Did you like it?”
He shrugs. “It was a kiss.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Are you asking if it felt the way it did when I kissed you?” he asks, reaching for my hand, that stupid half-smirk still on his lips as he hooks our pinkies together. “No, it didn’t but you know that. Tell me, Jarred. Why are you really angry?”
“I didn’t…” I try to swallow down my words, but I can’t. It’s like Noah has some sort of power over me that makes me want to spill all my secrets. It’s like he’s been sent by God to test me, and I keep repeatedly failing. “I didn’t like his hands on you.”
He takes a slow step forward and gently wraps his hands around my neck. “Do something about it then.”
And this time, it’s me who crashes my lips against his.
I swallow down his surprised yelp as my hands encircle his waist. I back him up until he’s pressed against the tree and I’m grinding against him. It’s like I can’t control myself. He just has this air of aloofness, this mysterious anger that gets to me, this ability to make all my thoughts muddle together until I can’t think straight. He tastes like alcohol and smoke and sex and I can’t get enough of it.
“Fuck, babe,” he groans, running his hands up and down my back as he tugs on my bottom lip. “Your lips. I could fucking do this all day.”
I shush him as I dive down for another kiss. “Don’t talk.”
“What? If I don’t talk you can just magically forget I’m not a woman?” he asks, but it’s with no malice, almost as if he’s taunting me. He brings one of my hands down to his crotch and I moan when I feel him hard underneath me. “What about this? Come on, Jarred. Give it a squeeze.”
I do. I squeeze him hard and all the blood in my body shoots down to my cock. He’s so long, so thick, so incredibly molded that I want to get down on my knees for a better look.
“That’s right. You love a good cock in your hand. Look at you, you’re even fucking drooling,” he mumbles against my lips, rubbing his cock against my hand. He reaches for me and pulls back when he palms my crotch. “What’s this?”
“It’s…”
“Stop me if you don’t want this,” he says quietly, reaching for my belt. When I don’t say anything, he carefully undoes it, pulling down my boxers along with my pants until they’re hugging the middle of my thighs. His eyes widen and his jaw drops, but there’s a twinkle of something in his hazel eyes as he looks at my cock. “What do we have here?”
