Page 3 of Breaking Free
The last time I got really drunk, I ended up having a brief hookup with my friend Renzo, and then I was embarrassed and ashamed, feeling like I used him to experiment, and it led to several days of awkwardness before we determined we were better off as friends.
However, it solidified what I was curious about—I definitely like guys. But besides Renzo and his boyfriend, Ronan, nobody knows.
It’s not like I think my closest friends will judge me. Ronan and Renzo are gay, Jayden’s bi, and nobody in our circle cares. However, I’m unsure of my other friends, and the guys on the team. Sure, Jay’s on the football team, too, but his personality is more of the I-don’t-give a-shit-what-you-think-of-me type, while I’m exactly the opposite. Plus there’s my family, and I have zero idea how they might react to their only son being gay.
“Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?”
His deep voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I lick my lips. “Can I wash my hands?”
He takes a step back, but doesn’t leave much room between us. As I hold my hands under the water, I can almost feel him touching my back. My eyes travel up to the mirror as I massage in the soap, and I find him checking me out.
I clear my throat as I rinse off the suds and meet his stare. Warm brown eyes meet my green ones and then he licks his bottom lip.
“You’re not from here.”
“No. I’m from South River.”
Something flashes in his eyes and his lips pull into a tiny smirk. “Hmm.”
When I turn around to look for a towel to dry my hands on, I realize the only one in here is wrapped around his waist.
“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to it,” I say stupidly, wiping my wet hands on my jeans.
He doesn’t move from in front of the door, so I take a step forward and reach for the knob, my head angling in his direction.
“How drunk are you?” he questions, catching me off guard.
“Uhh...a little.”
His eyes move to my mouth and I wet my lips with a swipe of my tongue.
“Who are you here with?”
“My friend.”
Why am I standing here, so close to him, answering questions? I should just shove him out of the way and leave. Who even is this guy? Why the sudden inquiry?
“Boyfriend?” he questions.
My brows dip in the middle. “No.”
He shifts, turning to face me, his shoulder resting against the door. “Why don’t you come to my room with me?”
I swallow thickly, my eyes trained on his mouth as he talks. Confusion and desire war with themselves as I think over what he just said. Alcohol has already impaired me, so I’m definitely not in the right mind to make sound decisions, but who says all decisions need to be good ones?
“Why?” I ask, frozen in place, my hand on the doorknob.
“To help me forget,” he says huskily, coming even closer.
“Forget what?” I whisper, already leaning in.
“My fucked up life.”
“How do…” I begin to askhow do you know I’m gay,but he shuts me up when he shoves me against the wall and pins his hips against mine.
“You’ve been checking me out since you walked in here, don’t get shy now.”
He cages me in when he braces his arms on either side of me, and my cock comes to life, straining against the zipper of my jeans. I know he feels it when he releases a sexy groan and pushes into me further.