Page 73 of Except You
“Yes. I know.”
I try to glower at him, but we end up smiling like loons before I turn around and grab a plate. I dish him up a heaping portion and then swat his ass as he makes his way to the kitchen table.
“Eat up and then we’re going shopping.”
“Yeah, okay, Daddy. I’ll eat up.” He takes an indecent lick of his taquito and throws me a saucy grin, and fuck, he looks good. So different from what I’m used to, but that’s not a bad thing. Not at all. I’m slowly learning that different can mean better.
“Oh my god, I could get lost in a furniture store,” Beau says, his arms thrown out, his lips pulled wide in a smile. “I have so many ideas for your place. Don’t be offended, but I want to buy you a new rug and new throw pillows. Oh, and a new bedspread.”
“Bow-tie,” I begin and then wrap my arm around his lower back and hug him to me.
“Don’t say my name like that. Not when I’m trying to be convincing. You know I melt into a puddle of goo when a straight guy gets all mushy.”
I don’t know how straight I am at the moment, not with the way I like frotting with Beau, but I try not to think of that.
I really can’t get too deep into my feelings on my sexuality or my vision starts to get all hazy.
“Oh, I’m thinking greens and blues and grays,” Beau says as he moves away, my arm flopping to my side. I follow him, trotting along near him, just wanting to touch him again, but he’s too preoccupied. Before I know it, he has new pillows picked out, a rug, and a dresser that is far too big for my room.
“I don’t think that’s gonna fit.”
“We’re gonna need to do an expansion to your house,” he says, and I roll my eyes a bit.
Beau just laughs and then shakes his head. “Okay, fine. I’ll compromise. Something smaller.”
He wanders around, which is slightly dangerous for my credit card, and ends up settling on a reasonably sized dresser and two new lamps.
I think I’d call that a win.
On our way back to my place, we stop off for some ice cream, and I watch him with flushed cheeks as he licks that cone, the vanilla ice cream dripping down his chin and his fingers.
It makes me wonder, for just a moment, what he’d look like with my dick in his mouth, down his throat, my cum spilling over his lips.
Hm. Best not think on that too much.
Best not think that at all.
“Okay, I can’t wait to get this all set up. I’m feeling a second wind, and I think we can get this all done tonight.”
I groan at that because what I really want to do is fall into bed with him, get off one more time, and then hold him to me as we fall asleep, but alas, he has other plans. Other priorities.
After several trips carrying everything inside, we get to work, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. I don’t even think, don’t even question it, too enamored with the fact that Beau is bending over and adjusting the rug in my living room, that I answer it without looking.
And there he is—Matt, my younger brother, standing before me, one of his arms leaning against the doorjamb, his eyes narrowed on me. We were so close growing up, thick as thieves, until everything went down with Magnus. Ever since then, I’ve been slowly putting distance between us. Even more so now that I’ve met Beau.
And he must feel it.
It’s probably why he’s shown up here.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I say, startled, and I move to block him when he tries to enter. I don’t want him in here, not with me and Beau. This is our space. Ours. I don’t want his hate spewed in the space where Beau sleeps.
“You’ve been bailing on us. We’re worried about you.”
“No, you aren’t,” I say with a scoff and then lightly shove at his shoulder.
He huffs out a laugh and shoves me back. “Fuck you. We have. I have. I miss you, bro.”
My heart clenches slightly at that because I get it, but I just can’t be around people like him. Not when everything is changing in my life. I can’t condone it. I can’t.