Carl straightened his shoulders. “No! I want this!” He huffed. “You’re missing the point. He’s amazing. The point is I could love him. I might already love him. No, it’s not just orgasms t-talking. It’s m-me.”
Devon closed his eyes quickly when Carl shifted so he was looking toward the sofa, watching Devon “sleep.”
“I don’t know. He’s everything I knew he was, and then he’s somehow more.” Carl scoffed. “I can’t tell you! Because he’s your brother. B-because it’s p-private, even if he wasn’t.”
He sighed. “He looks so sweet when he’s asleep. Did you know? Ugh. Well, you’re his sister. You would think so. Shut up. No. I won’t tell you more and you don’t want to know more.” His stutter had cleared up. He sounded more like his usual self—arrogant, cold. “Thanks for calling, Hope, but I’m fine. This is good. I’m glad I did it. And I’m sad as fuck.”
He must have disconnected the call then, because he sat at the side of the sofa, his hip touching Devon’s and he stroked Devon’s arm, down to his fingers before taking hold of Devon’s hand.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” he said softly. “Let’s go up to your room now. The bed will be more comfortable.”
“For fucking or sleeping?” Devon asked as he pretended to wake up.
“Either.”
Devon didn’t argue.
The house was dark as he followed Carl up the stairs, letting him lead the way to Devon’s room as if the place was his and not the other way around.
In the darkness, the bed was a sweet, soft oasis, and they settled onto it together. Carl pressed up to Devon’s side, his soft cock against Devon’s thigh.
As it turned out, the move to the bed was for sleeping, and Devon discovered that he liked sleeping with someone else next to him. It was soothing and intimate.
For something that was only going to last the weekend, this with Carl was strangely real. He loved it. And he hated it.
And he wanted more.
FRIDAY
Chapter Seven
Dawn woke themalong with their morning wood, which they satisfied by clinging to each other and rubbing off while kissing.
Then they went downstairs, wearing actual clothes for the first time since Carl had stripped his shirt off—though they were just sweatpants and T-shirts—to consider breakfast.
“Do you think I need to use the douche I packed?” Carl asked as he watched Devon open a box of Pop Tarts. “So that everything’s…you know…c-clean d-down there?”
“Shit happens,” Devon said matter-of-factly as he put two Pop Tarts into the toaster and pushed the lever down.
He broke out the almond milk next and poured them both glasses. He supposed the lack of cow milk was also due to something either Carl or Hope had read online about anal cleanliness. He didn’t know for sure, but it worked for him, since dairy had started to upset his stomach in the last few months.
“Especially if you’re a gay guy. It just does sometimes. It’s okay. Don’t get embarrassed about it. But honestly, your butt’s gonna be pretty clean if you’re not feeling an actual urge to shit. That’s all stored up higher, you know.”
Carl frowned. “But I don’t want it to gross you out.”
“It won’t.” Devon said. “I’ll be way too busy thinking about hot it is to fuck your ass to worry about a little shit. If it even happens.”
Carl smirked. “How’s my ass compare to that ex of yours?”
To be honest, Carl’s butt was a little flat, but Devon was so eager to get inside it, that it was still the hottest ass he’d ever seen. “No comparison. Yours beats it.”
“Really?” Carl seemed doubtful, but he hadn’t stuttered, so Devon took that as a sign he was feeling relaxed despite the topic of conversation.
Devon didn’t know if he should confess this or not, but having heard Carl’s open conversation with Hope the night before, he felt that sharing his own vulnerability was only fair. He cleared his throat. “You make me come like I’m having an out of body experience. Don’t know why. I mean, you’re new at all this. So it can’t be your skills—”
Carl choked on a laugh. “I’m that bad?”
“No! I just mean—it’s not like you’re doing anything advanced.”
