42. Rhys

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Rhys

I never realized how fucking great life can be when you’re in love.

Although we still haven’t told Elton about us, that hasn’t dimmed the fact that Everest and I are freaking happy as hell. We’ve had to continue sneaking around for the last week to avoid getting caught, seeing as though we want to pick the right time to tell his brother, but every moment we spend together is just as amazing, regardless.

To love Everest and be loved back is something I never expected, but even with the journey we took and the secrecy we’ve had to maintain, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Everest walks down the stairs, still clad in his pajama bottoms, and rubbing a hand against his tired eyes. When he spots me sitting on the couch in the living room, he perks up, a smile splitting his face and highlighting the pillow crease on his cheek.

“Hey,” I say, admiring my boyfriend in all his shirtless glory. Jesus, it’s like sometimes I forget how ripped he is. “Elton still asleep?”

“Yeah.” Sliding onto the couch next to me, he automatically rests his head on my shoulder as his hand rubs up and down my thigh.

When the tip of his finger brushes against my clothed cock, I snort. I tip my head and catch the corner of his jaw with my teeth. “Didn’t get enough last night.”

He lets out a sort of needy whine as he squirms and digs his nails into my thigh like he can’t control himself. “I’ll never get enough.” In an attempt to hold himself back, he glances at the computer balanced on my lap. “What are you doing?”

I smirk, knowing exactly how he’s going to react to my next words. “My college application.”

“Seriously?” He sits up on his knees as if that’ll help him see the screen better. Shaking my shoulder, he lets out a breathless gasp. “You’re applying to UM?”

I nod. “I am.”

“Wait,” he says, interrupting his own growing excitement as he raises an eyebrow at me. “What about your new position? Are you going to give it up?”

“I don’t see why I need to,” I reply with a shrug. “Sure, it might be a little rough, but I think I can do both.”

It takes him a moment to gauge my words, but when he sees I’m all for his excitement, he pounces. He presses kiss after kiss to my cheeks with nothing but happiness. “Rhys, this is awesome!”

“You’re to thank for it,” I tell him, laughing when he abruptly stops his tirade of kisses and pouts. “What?”

“I don’t want to be the only reason you’re doing this, though,” he says almost petulantly, real concern in his eyes. “You have to want to.”

I smile at him and run my thumb against his pouty bottom lip. “And I do, but I wouldn’t have had the courage to apply if it hadn’t been for you.”

I’ve been making excuses for years to justify my decision not to go back to school. Whether it be fear of the unknown or honest financial issues, I always had a reason I couldn’t do it. But now it’s different. I really do want this, and I know it’ll be tough, but I’ll figure it out.

I’m excited. I want to be in a lecture hall. I want homework and exams and projects. Knowing that I’m potentially going to be studying to pursue my dream of designing roller coasters is exciting, and I have Everest to thank for that because, at the end of the day, I truly believe everything worked out the way it was supposed to.

Everest’s eyes grow big and dreamy as he melts under my touch. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.” I kiss him gently, but he has another idea. His hand that was just teasing my cock before is now full on fondling me. His breaths grow heavy, a haze of pleasure hitting his hooded eyes as he licks his lips. “What are you doing? Elton’s right upstairs.”

“I know, but I just can’t help it. Fuck, Rhys. You’re so smart…” He practically growls under his breath as he squeezes my hardening cock. “And those glasses? Damn, you’re so hot.”

I know it’s not a good idea, but I can never help myself around Everest. Whether it’s caving to what he wants to watch at night or giving in with only a brush of his lips, I’m putty in his hands. All he has to do is give me those big green fuck-me eyes, and I’m a sucker.

I place a rough hand on his back and begin to push him off the couch. “Get on your knees.”

He scrambles to follow my order, his knees hitting the floor so hard it had to have hurt. As his fingers immediately find the hem of my shorts, I lift my hips to help him pull them past my ass. My hard cock slaps against my stomach, a pearl of precum already beading the tip as Everest’s mouth waters.

“Gonna make you choke on my cock,” I start, grabbing myself at the base and angling my length toward his already open lips. “Be good and show me how happy you are for me.”

With a groan, he swallows me down. There’s no patience or restraint. He begins at a sloppy, wet pace that leaves spit pooling at the corner of his lips. He obviously doesn’t want to extend this out, desperate for my cum, and I’m right there with him. I anchor my fingers in the hair at the top of his head, helping his bobbing motions.

“Oh, fuck. Ev, your mouth . I’ll never get enough of it. Just like that,” I mumble, throwing my head back when his nose meets my abdomen and my dick gets strangled by his throat. “Fuck me. Get me down the back of your throat.”

When I thrust my hips up, he gags. He pulls off, not bothering to wipe his lips, and stares at me with a kind of dominating hunger I haven’t seen before. “I want to fuck you, Rhys.”

I raise an eyebrow, feigning cocky confidence, even though I can admit my heart skips a beat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. I know you’d be so hot and tight for me. You’d strangle my cock and never want to let it go.” Jacking me slowly, he flicks his thumb against my foreskin as his words drive me mad. “Do you want that?”

It’s not like I haven’t considered letting Everest fuck me. I can admit that I find the idea a bit daunting, letting someone into my body that way, but this is Everest. He’s the love of my life, and I know that anything he’d do to me, I’d enjoy. Just like I know that if I ended up not liking it, we wouldn’t need to do it again.

I trust him with everything. My mind, my heart, my body. Plus, if the noises he makes when I’m railing him are any indication, it must feel really fucking good.

“I do,” I tell him, but a brief second of panic hits me when he pops a finger into his mouth, wetting the digit before using his other hand to shove one of my legs up to my chest. “What are you doing?”

“Just seeing if you like it,” he whispers, giving me a flirty smile as his wet finger finds my crease. “Something pressing into you right here.”

My breath hitches when he finds my hole. True to his word, he presses it against me, circling my rim gently as he continues to pump my shaft. “You gonna finger me, baby?”

He shakes his head. “Have to loosen you up first.”

“How are you going to— Fuck !”

I’m not prepared for the way he buries his face in my ass and plants a sloppy kiss against my hole. Before I have a chance to even breathe, his tongue is darting out to taste me, and his groans electrify the nerves around that sensitive area.

“I— baby— Ev…” I’m at a loss for words. Jesus fuck, that feels good. He’s going at my ass like a madman, and when he wraps his lips around my hole and sucks, I swear a jet of cum leaves me. “Try it. Put your finger in.”

That cocky-ass smirk on his face is well deserved. Ever-so-gently, he pushes the tip of his finger in, wiggling a bit as he tries to get past the first knuckle. “Just breathe, Rhys. You got this. Let me in.”

I nod with a shaky breath. It doesn’t feel incredible, but it also doesn’t hurt. It’s more like a kind of slight burning pressure. He dives back down and licks along his finger where he’s entered me, coating me with saliva, and helping the glide just a bit.

But when his last knuckle meets my ass and his finger flicks against something within me, I nearly jump out of my seat. “Fuck… Do that again.”

Another wiggle of his finger and that same shock of blazing pleasure hits me. He must have found my prostate because he’s playing it like a fiddle and dragging me to the depths of heated lust.

He comes up for air, panting like he’s run a marathon, and teases his bottom lip with his teeth. “Do you like it?”

“A fuck ton more than I thought it would,” I moan. I fucking love it, but it’s not enough. The pressure is incredible, the feelings are euphoric, but I need more. “Give me another.”

“Not without lube,” he rasps. The hand that’s wrapped around my cock tightens, his pumps speeding up as he finger-fucks me with abandon. “Come for me, Rhys. I want to taste it.”

As he sucks on my head, I swear I see stars. The combination of his finger in my ass, his hand around my cock, his tongue flicking against my foreskin makes everything in me tighten. I’m pulled taut, right on the edge, ready to explode. “Holy?—”

“Fuck!”

It’s too late to control the way my cum bursts out of me, hitting Everest on his chin and cheek, some landing on his lips as someone gasps in horror.

Please, whatever god is listening, tell me I did not just come on Everest’s face while his brother watched.

But my prayer goes unanswered as both Everest and I turn to look at Elton.

I’m the first to react. I shove a throw blanket into Everest’s hands while simultaneously fumbling to pull up my shorts. “Shit! Elton! What are you?—”

“Doing in my own home?” he shouts, covering his eyes as Everest wipes the cum off his face. “Getting some water, but now I can’t make it to the fridge because I’ve been blinded by what I just saw.”

“We can explain,” Everest rushes out, jumping to his feet, his trembling legs buckling as he does.

Elton finally drops his hands, and I hate the way Everest gasps at the sheer fury he finds in them. Throwing his hands in the air, all flustered and pissed, he waves at us. “Explain what? That my brother just had my best friend’s dick in his mouth?”

When Everest flinches, I bare my teeth and stand. “There’s no need to yell.”

“There’s every fucking need!” Elton screams even louder. He points an accusing finger at Everest, who shrinks under his scrutiny. “ He’s the guy? Everest? What were you thinking, Rhys?”

I take Everest’s hand to try to calm him. Elton can be as pissed at me as he wants, but he’s not going to refer to my boyfriend with that level of disdain. “It’s none of your business?—”

“It’s entirely my business! I asked you to look out for Everest and you fuck around with him instead? And you!” His anger turns to Everest as he takes a harrowing step forward. “Out of all of the guys you could have had, you had to pick my best friend?”

“Elton, I’m sorry you had to find out this way,” Everest says, and I’m so proud of the way he holds his ground, even though I know he’s terrified. “We were planning on telling you.”

“A little too late! I just saw—” Elton grimaces, rubbing his eyes as if that’ll take away what he witnessed. “No, I don’t even want to get into what I just saw. This is so fucked up.”

Everest squares his shoulders. “You’re not being fair.”

That word triggers something in Elton. He snaps his head, cocking it to the side as he snarls. “Fair? This isn’t about fair, Everest. It’s about what’s right. You two together…”

“What?” Everest’s voice cracks at the end and betrays his feigned confidence. “What’s so wrong about it, Elton?”

“It’s just…”

“Say it!”

“It’s not okay!” Elton roars, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “That’s what it is! You two messing around is not okay! To think that you thought this brilliant idea of yours would end well! Find someone else!”

I love my best friend. Our co-dependent bromance has been heavily witnessed, but I don’t think I’ve ever hated something as much as I hate him at this moment. I know he’s shocked and I know this wasn’t the ideal way to find out, but Everest is right, Elton isn’t being fair. He’s speaking out of anger and his anger is directly affecting my man.

I wrap an arm around Everest’s waist, supporting him, standing up for us as I grit my teeth. “Stop screaming at him.”

Elton scoffs. “So now it’s two against one? I see how it is.” He opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but stops himself. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he turns his back on us. “Fine, enjoy each other. We’ll see how long this lasts.”

“Elton, let's talk about this,” Everest says in one last attempt to mend the situation.

What I see in Elton’s eyes is so foreign. The man who keeps all his true feelings locked up tight and hidden away is gone. Now I can see just how devastated he is. Devastated, furious, but so fucking cold it scathes even me. “Now you want to talk? After years of ignoring me, you finally want to talk? Fuck that and fuck you both.”

Everest and I let Elton go. I can see that Everest wants to say something, but I settle a hand on his arm to silently let him know it’s not a good idea. Elton’s a great guy, but he’s not being so great right now, and I’m afraid of what he’ll say if we keep pushing him to talk.

Everest finally lets himself crumble. Tears fall down his face as he buries himself in my arms. I’m also shaken and hurt, but he comes first. I pet the back of his head, murmuring against his ear. “It’s going to be okay.”

“No, it’s not,” he sniffles, shaking his head. “He was so mad.”

“He’ll come around,” I insist. “He was just shocked.”

He pulls back to rub his eyes, his fingers trembling as he does. “I fucked up. I should have told him, should have been a better brother. I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” I snap. There’s no way in hell Everest is falling back into the habit of talking down to himself. Not on my watch. I cup his face and press my forehead against his. “He just needs some space. None of this is your fault.”

I don’t know how much of what I’m saying really registers with him. Even though he nods, it’s not convincing, and I can tell that fear is taking over. “I think I’m going to head over to Knox’s. I need some space too.”

My heart cracks as I drop my hands. “From me?”

“No, from the situation,” he rushes out, eyes wide as he takes my hands. “It’s not you, Rhys. I just can’t be here.”

Although I hate the fact that he wants to run off to Knox, I understand. Knox is his friend, and I think Everest just needs to not be here around Elton. Somewhere he can think and reflect and calm down. While I want to go with him, he needs some time to digest what just happened on his own, just like I should.

“Okay,” I whisper. Kissing the top of his head, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bring him into a tight hug. “He’ll come around. I promise.”

But even as I say the words, I don’t know how true they are.