Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Doubt invaded the edges of his happy place.
Wait a minute. He hadn’t discussed his sexuality with Chad either.
Chad, though, had a functioning family—not like his. Watching Dallas’s daily beatings as a kid when his parents tried to wipe the gay away encouraged Ducky to always keep his lips zipped about most things. His sexual preferences first and foremost. His brother had had to sleep on the couch for years, not allowed to have his own room with the way his father watched over him for any signs of homosexuality.
Tension formed, tightening his shoulders.
Ducky blew out a forceful breath, tossing those thoughts in the recycle bin in his head where they belonged. Not a rabbit hole worth falling down.
He grabbed the shorts, quickly pushing each leg through. As he dressed, he lectured himself about the importance of going with this new flow. If they were only supposed to have last night, then he’d hold that place dear in his heart and enjoy the rest of the trip…
Just as Ducky started out of the bedroom, Chad met him in the doorway, carrying two full plates of food, silverware on the edges, and napkins tucked underneath the plates. Chad’s eyes sparkled as he walked straight into Ducky, as if he had the right to be in his personal space, giving him a quick yet somehow meaningful peck on the lips.
“I tried not to wake you up. I figured you’d need some fuel after last night.” Chad glanced over his shoulder toward the kitchen, a small frown furrowing his brow as he looked back at Ducky. “We should’ve gone to your room. It’s quieter in there.”
Chad side-stepped Ducky as if being together inside the bedroom was the most natural thing in the world and made his way to the bed. One plate was placed on top of the bedside table on the opposite side Ducky before Chad turned back to him.
His bright eyes were crystal clear with assuredness until he looked back at Ducky then paused. The dark brows furrowed again, assessing him more closely, giving a full body scan from head to toe, only stopping briefly in the region of his plumping cock. The shorts did little to hide his erection.
Clearly, a single night of dreams coming true wasn’t enough to sate his desire for his best friend.
Oh, fuck! What were they going to tell everybody? None of their friends were going to believe this one.
“You’re overthinking,” Chad stated as only someone who knew him well could do.
“It’s a lot,” Ducky replied in complete contradiction to his mental commitment moments ago to just go with the flow.
But what did the flow actually mean? Who flowed with anything? Dallas flowed with the terms his parents put on him as an adolescent, but he bided his time to get out of the house and never looked back… The flow sucked. Who would want to flow around?
The concern on Chad’s face grew more pronounced as he placed the second plate on the edge of the mattress and walked slowly back to Ducky as if he were some sort of skittish colt ready to bolt.
That alone was the comic relief he needed. He shook his head, dispelling the frantic emotions that took over as he bypassed Chad and went for the food. “I’m trying not to overthink but it’s hard. Are you going with it?”
“I’m more than going with it. I meant everything I said last night,” Chad said, trailing behind. His tone had no hesitation, only clear and determined.
Okay. What did that mean?
Ducky sat on the edge of the mattress, lifting his gaze to Chad who stood before him, just out of reach. All that handsomeness messed with his head too. On instinct alone, he mimicked Chad’s earlier perusal as he looked up and down his friend’s body. A mouthwateringly hard body.
Want and desire edged out the doubt. Flashes of memory of Chad moving over him, whispering words of love in his ear, the devotion implied in their love making… “We’ll have to hit the highlights of last night. I might have missed a few things.” Ducky pushed the plate out of the way.
Chad broke the invisible line between them, taking the step forward, nudging his legs apart to stand in the middle of his thighs. Calm returned. His mind stilled. He boldly reached for Chad’s hips, drawing him closer. This time, he gave a pointed stare at Chad’s cock, the hard-on tenting the thin material of his shorts.
“Want me to take care of this?”
“More than anything else in the world.” Chad’s hands came to rest on Ducky’s shoulders, letting him take the lead.
He pushed the elastic waistband of the shorts down Chad’s legs. With the tips of his fingers, he followed the perfect curve of Chad’s ass until he reached the short hairs on the back of Chad’s thighs. He skimmed his fingers across the warm skin, watching with fascination at the efforts of his foreplay.