11. Sebastian

11

SEBASTIAN

I paused in front of the door to Jesse's childhood bedroom, one hand hovering over the doorknob.

Before I could ask myself what the hell I was doing, the door swung open, and Jesse grabbed the front of my shirt to drag me inside.

"What the fu?—"

My back hit the wooden door as Jesse's mouth came crashing down on mine.

Groaning, I fisted my hands in his shirt and held tight, yanking him even closer. His kiss was hot and hard and punishing as he bit my lips and stroked his tongue over mine.

"Told ya you liked it," I murmured between kisses.

"Like you didn't." He jammed his thigh between my legs and ground it against my dick.

"We're out of our minds." Letting go of his shirt, I slid my hands under the back of it. His skin was warm and soft over his hard muscles.

"So what else is new?" He dipped his head and sucked on my neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to set my nerves on fire.

"This is crazy." Greedily, I squeezed and rubbed his back, enjoying the feel of his powerful muscles under my hands. "We don't even like each other. Why does this feel so damn good?"

"No clue." He licked a stripe up my neck and rubbed our cheeks together. His stubble caught on mine, the little scratches sending zings of pleasure through me. "But you want it as much as I do."

I didn't bother arguing with him.

I wanted him, and I was done pretending I didn't.

"Maybe." I slid my hand down the back of his jeans, just far enough to tease the top of his crease. "You gonna let me fuck you?"

"Only if you can keep quiet."

I froze, my brain going completely blank.

He wanted it?

"Cat got your tongue?"

I blinked, my vision clearing as my brain came back online.

"You want to?" I couldn't help asking.

"You don't?" he asked, a smirk on his perfect lips.

I narrowed my eyes and yanked him against me. "You know damn well I do." I kissed him hard enough to make him moan into my mouth. "Just surprised you'd let me."

"Why?" He met me kiss for kiss. "It's gonna happen eventually." Another bruising kiss. "Might as well get it over with now." He dragged his dick against mine.

"Agreed," I said on a gasp, the contact sending a flurry of tingles through me. "One and done."

"Exactly." He tore my fly open and shoved his hand into my briefs. "Someone's excited."

"I'm not the only one," I said, ripping his pants open. I palmed his cock through his underwear.

He pressed into my touch with a groan. "This is so messed up. My entire family is downstairs."

"We can stop," I offered, even though that was the last thing I wanted.

"Not a chance." He slammed our lips together. His kiss was hard, but it had an edge of desperation to it that was new.

Giving in to his kiss, I carded my fingers through his hair and held on tight. He moaned and frotted against me, his hands roving up and down my sides and back.

"Ever fucked someone in here?" I asked against his lips, barely aware that I'd spoken at all.

"No." He yanked on my hips, molding our bodies together.

That pleased me more than I'd ever admit.

Not ready to examine why, I shoved him back and flicked my gaze around the crowded space.

I'd never been in his room before, and it looked like his parents had turned it into a storage area. Random pieces of furniture, stacks of boxes, and haphazard piles of stuff took up most of the floor space.

A sturdy-looking desk was against the wall immediately to our left. That would have to do.

"Over there." I ticked my chin at the desk.

He glanced at it. I half expected him to stop things or tell me to fuck off, but he just stepped back and did as I said.

I took a moment to admire the picture he made. His long, powerful body, how he was bent over and waiting for me. Everything about it turned me on.

"Don't get used to this." He tossed me a look over his shoulder.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I moved behind him and gripped his hips. "Can't promise I won't dream about this, though," I murmured, pressing my body against his. "This is another core memory."

He huffed out a laugh. "Hard same. Now are you going to keep talking, or fuck me?"

I shuddered involuntarily. He had no idea what his words were doing to me. I reached around to grab his dick and stroked. "Definitely gonna fuck you."

"Then get on with it." He bumped his hips back impatiently.

"If you insist." Grabbing the waistband of his pants and briefs, I yanked them down, exposing his incredible ass.

"Jesus," I practically snarled, running my hand over one plump cheek.

He sighed softly and spread his legs a bit wider.

Dropping to my knees, I nuzzled his left ass cheek, biting the skin lightly.

"Fuck," he grunted, looking over his shoulder at me. "You gonna eat me out?" His question wasn't taunting or even teasing. It sounded hopeful and a little shy.

That was weird as fuck, like another of those glimpses into each other's softer sides that we were never meant to see.

Rather than answer, I split him open and dragged my tongue over his hole.

The cry he let out was strangled and choked and so unrestrained my cock pulsed. I did it again, then dipped the tip of my tongue inside him.

"Oh god, Bas." His thighs shook, and he gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles cracked. "That's it. Give it to me, just like that. Oh fuck. Harder. Yes. That! Just like that…"

The constant stream of mumbled commands falling from his lips was so hot I could barely concentrate. He'd never let go like this, not with me.

Something in my gut twisted. Jesse might not like me, but he was allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of me. Did that mean he trusted me? Would I be as open if our roles were reversed?

I honestly didn't know.

I'd only bottomed a few times in all the years I'd fucked around with men. Not because I didn't like it, but because it was hard for me to relax enough to enjoy it with a casual hookup or a one-night stand.

Would I have said yes if Jesse had asked first?

Another cry of need fell from his lips, knocking me out of my musings.

This was the only time I'd get to have him like this. I didn't just want it to be good; I wanted it to be amazing. Wanted to brand myself on him so he'd think of tonight for years to come.

With his cries as my guide, I tailored every lick and stab of my tongue to deliver the most pleasure possible until he was lying on the desk, his legs spread as wide as they could go, and his ass popped up to give me better access.

I'd never been a big fan of rimming. I didn't mind doing it, but I didn't particularly enjoy it. It was just another facet of foreplay.

But with Jesse, it was so much more.

I loved the sounds he made and the way he pushed back against my mouth. How he wasn't afraid to tell me exactly what he wanted, and how out of control he let himself be.

Did anyone else get to see this side of him?

And why did the thought of being the only one excite me so much?

"Fuck, stop," he gasped.

I pulled back. "You okay?"

"Yeah." He sagged on the desk, boneless and limp. "Got too close."

"You almost came from having my tongue in your ass?" I asked, absurdly pleased that it wasn't just true, but that he'd admitted it.

"Don't sound so smug, asshole." He shot me a quick glare over his shoulder. "Are you going to prep me, or am I doing that myself?"

Standing, I dragged my dick down his crease.

He moaned as my cockhead teased his hole. I did it again, and this time, I was the one who moaned.

"You look so hot like this," I rasped, fumbling to reach my wallet so I could thumb out the packet of lube and condom I'd stashed in the billfold. "All spread out for me and waiting for my cock."

"You're doing a lot of talking for someone who claims to want to fuck me so bad," he grumbled.

"Patience." I tore the lube packet open and squirted a healthy amount onto my fingers. "The best things in life are worth waiting for."

He huffed out a laugh and shifted so he was leaning on his hands. "You're making some pretty big promises. You sure you can deliver?" He shot me a cheeky grin and wiggled his ass.

"Don't you worry." I spread some of the lube over his hole, unable to stop my own cheesy grin. "I'll have you screaming in no time."

"You'd better not." He pushed back against my finger. "How are we supposed to explain that to everyone?"

"That sounds like a challenge, Miller." Gently, I pressed my finger inside him.

"Of course it does." His tone was teasing, almost affectionate. "You can turn everything into a competition."

"Like you can't?" I pushed in deeper. His sharp inhale made me pause. "You good?"

"Yeah." He adjusted his stance. "It's been a while."

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" I pushed my finger even further, sinking in to the second knuckle. "I'm not exactly small."

"I can take you." He tossed me a smirk and clenched around my finger.

"Now who's turning everything into a competition?" I pushed my finger the rest of the way inside him and twisted it to find his prostate.

"Jesus!" He jerked like I'd zapped him with a cattle prod.

"I thought that was your name? You can call me Bas." I pumped my finger inside him a few times. "Or ‘oh god.' Your call."

"You keep promising me the moon. You'd better deliver," he said, his voice strained.

"I thought you didn't want me to make you scream? Something about your whole family and all your parents' friends being downstairs. You don't want them to know how much you love getting fucked?"

Thankfully, with the layout of the building, the bedrooms were on the opposite side of the house from where the party was being held. We'd have to be pretty loud to be overheard over the music and the ambient sounds of the party.

But it was still fun to taunt him about it.

"Not particularly." He groaned and pushed back on my hand. "Give me two."

Carefully, I worked a second finger inside him. "So bossy."

"You're enjoying this way too much," he groused.

"Guilty." I rubbed his prostate in a slow, deliberate stroke, then scissored my fingers inside him to help open him up.

He was tight, and as much as I joked about it, I didn't want to hurt him.

"Are you ready for three?" I asked after a few more pumps of my hand.

"Yeah." He blew out a breath.

"Move back a bit." I tapped on his hip with my free hand.

He did, giving me enough room to reach around him and grip his hard dick.

His groan was low and rumbling and absolutely wrecked as I stroked him with one hand and gently worked a third finger inside him.

"There you go," I said encouragingly as he rocked back and forth, dragging his dick through my hand and pushing back on my fingers. "Take what you need."

He moved his hips a bit faster, his breaths coming out in ragged pants.

I took in every detail, committing them to memory. Every soft sigh and too-loud cry. The way he shook and shuddered, how sexy it was to watch his body swallowing my fingers and feel how hard he was for me.

"Now." He stopped moving and leaned a little more heavily on the desk. "Give it to me."

"Give you what?" I asked innocently, more to distract myself than because I was trying to be an asshole. I had excellent control, but having Jesse at my mercy like this was making it hard to remind my dick that we wanted to wait until we were inside him to come.

He tossed me a flat look. "Give me your cock. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes, but adding a Sebastian—or Daddy—in there wouldn't hurt." I lifted the condom wrapper to my lips and shot him an innocent smile when he glared at me.

"Fine. Give me your cock, Sebastian ." A slow smile spread across his lips, and he popped his ass up, arching his back in a way that should come with a warning label. "I want it."

"Jesus." I tore the condom wrapper open, all pretenses of playing it cool gone in an instant. "You're the hottest ass I've ever had."

"I am?"

Something about his tone was off again. It wasn't teasing or cocky, and it didn't have the usual bite of our typical banter. He sounded shy and even surprised, like he truly didn't know how gorgeous he was.

"Yeah." I rolled the condom on with one hand and slid my other under the back of his shirt so I could stroke his smooth skin. "You're gorgeous. I've always thought so." His eyes flashed with something I couldn't read. "Even when you were being an insufferable douche canoe."

He huffed out a surprised laugh. "Douche canoe? Is that better or worse than a douche sailboat?"

I slicked up the condom, a grin tilting my lips. "No clue. They both sound pretty terrible to me." Gently, I rubbed my cockhead over his hole. "You still want this?"

A smirk replaced his earlier smile. "Give me your cock, Sebastian." He batted his eyelashes at me. "Please, Daddy."

I spluttered out a laugh. "Yeah, okay. Never call me Daddy again. That was too weird."

He laughed. "This whole situation is weird as hell, but you draw the line at me calling you Daddy?"

"What can I say? I'm more of a Dom than a Daddy." I dipped my cockhead inside him, but pulled out as soon as I felt any sort of resistance.

"I'm not calling you sir." He made a weird sound when I teased him open again, like he was covering up a moan, but it turned into a grunt before he could silence it.

"Fine." I pushed against him, moving as slow as I dared until my cockhead was holding him open.

"Holy fuck." He dropped down so his elbows rested on the desk, his head down, and his back tense and ramrod straight.

"You're okay." I rubbed his back. "Stroke yourself while I get inside you."

Having a big dick was great, except when I wanted to fuck someone. Most of my partners were split between loving my size and needing lots of extra prep and foreplay to take me.

Something told me Jesse wasn't a size queen, and I needed to be extra careful with him if it'd been a while since he bottomed. I wanted to blow his mind and rock his world, not leave him traumatized and injured because I wasn't gentle.

He shifted, one arm disappearing under him as he obeyed.

Moving as slow as I dared, I pushed a bit deeper into him, using little pulses until half my length was buried in him.

" Christ, you're huge." He clenched around me, his inner walls rippling in a way that had me seeing stars.

"Yeah, I know." I rubbed his back in slow circles.

"Are you almost in?"

"About halfway."

"Only?" He let out a shaky breath and adjusted his stance.

"Is it too much? Do you need to stop or more prep?"

"No. It's fine." He huffed out a strangled laugh. "Now I know how my partners feel."

"Never taken a dick as big as mine?" I pushed in a little bit more.

I didn't really want to hear about his past partners, but I needed to keep talking to distract myself.

He wasn't the only one struggling, and I refused to embarrass myself by blowing my load before I had him writhing for me.

Everything about the moment was a lot, but at the same time, not enough. I wanted to bury myself deep inside him and fuck him until he forgot where I ended and he began. I wanted him begging and screaming for me, but not because I wanted to win or because it would give me some sort of advantage over him.

"No," he choked out. "But goddamn, you feel good."

I wasn't sure what to do with the flutter of pride that tickled my chest.

"So do you." Rocking my hips, I pushed the rest of the way into him, stopping when my thighs brushed his ass. "There, that's all of me."

His inner walls rippled and gripped me in the most incredible way, and I had to bite my inner cheek so I didn't come.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, his arm moving furiously as he jacked himself off.

"You ready for more?" I rasped, my throat tight from the effort of holding still.

"Yes, damn it. Move."

With a shaky breath, I pulled almost all the way out of him, then slid home, angling my hips so my cock slid over his prostate.

His moan was way too loud, but I couldn't be assed to tell him to be quiet as I fucked him nice and slow, giving him a chance to get used to my size.

I kind of wanted everyone to hear us. Not to embarrass him or anything like that, but because a dark, primal part of myself I never knew was there wanted everyone to know that Jesse was mine. That I made him feel good enough for him to let go of his control and be in the moment with me.

But he wasn't mine. This was just sex. A one-off that had been in the making for years. Once it was over, we could go back to our regularly scheduled programming of arguing and being dicks to each other.

"Harder," he demanded.

"You want it harder?" I asked, somehow managing to keep my tone conversational and not give away that I was close to coming already.

"Yes, damn it." He glared at me over his shoulder.

"Like this?" I sped up my hips the slightest bit, going faster but not harder.

"More." He punched his hips back, forcing me so deep inside him I nearly choked.

He grinned. "You like that?"

Before I could answer, he ground against me, circling his hips and clenching hard around my length.

"Holy fuck." I grabbed his hips. "Keep doing that, and this'll be over before we get to the good part."

"Keep doing what?" He smiled serenely at me, the picture of innocence. "This?"

Stars exploded in my vision as he did it again, my already frayed control slipping a little bit more with each little clench of his ass around my dick.

"I hope you're ready for me," I muttered deliriously, holding his hips in a death grip as I pulled out until only my cockhead was holding him open, then slammed back in.

"Oh god!" he cried out, his voice echoing in the room. "Yes," he affirmed in a quieter voice. "Like that."

Letting go of one hip, I grabbed his shoulder, using it for leverage as I fucked him as hard and as fast as I dared.

We were being too loud, too reckless considering where we were, but I was too far gone to care.

And Jesse wasn't hating life, either, as he pushed back on my thrusts, his strong back rippling and his full ass bouncing enticingly.

"Yeah, that's it," he demanded. "Like that. Harder."

"Any harder and we're going to put this desk through the wall," I gritted out between moans.

The tap of the wood hitting the wall was too loud, but like Jesse, I was finding it hard to care as the haze of desire and need swirled around us.

"Don't care." He dropped his head onto his forearm. "Need it."

"C'mere." Roughly, I yanked on his shoulder, pausing my thrusts and keeping myself buried deep inside him.

He let me pull him up until he was standing.

"Step closer to the desk so you can hold on."

Awkwardly, we took a few shuffling half-steps forward. I managed to keep my cock from falling out of him, but the way he squeezed around my length with each step felt way too good.

"Ready?" I slid my hands under his arms and curled them over his shoulders, holding on tight.

"Yeah." He gripped the desk and let his head fall back so our temples were pressed together. "Fuck me, Bas. Make me come."

His whispered plea hit me right in the chest, pushing me even closer to the edge and severing the last of my control.

Biting my lip, I resumed fucking him, using our new position to drive into him with more force than I'd ever used before.

"Fuck. Yes. Like that. Bas," he practically sobbed, one hand gripping my hip so tight I could feel the start of bruises under his fingers. "Just like that. So good. So fucking good." He used his hold to force me to go even harder. Pulling me against him and pushing back until they were so fast and hard there was no real rhythm or cadence to my thrusts.

The sounds we made filled the air, mixing to create an erotic symphony I'd be hearing in my fantasies for years to come.

I closed my eyes and steeled myself against my impending release as my body tightened and my mind spun out.

"Stroke that big dick for me," I growled, refusing to leave Jesse behind.

I needed his orgasm, needed it like I needed air.

"Get yourself off. Let me feel it." I was barely aware of what I was saying, the words tumbling out of my mouth without my permission. "Come for me, Jess. Come on my cock."

Instead of reaching for his dick, Jesse mouthed at my jawline, his lips seeking, and his cheeks flushed pink. His eyes were glassy and dazed, and his hair was a tousled mess.

I'd done that to him.

"Come on, babe." I slotted our mouths together in a messy, uncoordinated kiss, swallowing his cries as we moved together, chasing our releases.

He jerked in my arms, a whole-body shudder ripping through him. A moment later, his ass clamped down on my dick, and he came hard, his kisses desperate and wild.

That was too much for me, and I came too, emptying what felt like my entire soul into the condom in a rush of pleasure so intense my vision blacked out for a few seconds.

Jesse sagged in my arms, his legs giving out from the force of his release.

Barely able to string two thoughts together, I held him tighter. Rather than push him forward so he could use the desk for support, I angled my body back, forcing him to lean on me and let me hold him as he was racked with aftershocks.

We stayed like that, trapped in a tableau of sex and orgasms, as we both slowly floated back to earth.

"Okay." Jesse nuzzled his cheek against mine. "You delivered. You've got talent, not just talons."

A weird-sounding giggle bubbled out of my chest. "What?"

He snickered and leaned a bit more heavily against me. "My buddy Isaac asked me if you were all talon and no talent when he saw the scratches you gave me."

"Isaac?"

"You don't know him. We work together." He let go of my hip and rubbed my arms, which were still locked around him.

"He saw the scratches?" Being careful I didn't destabilize our precarious position, I shifted so I had a better grip on him.

"Him and Asa did." He sounded a bit more alert, but still not totally with it. "That was a fun conversation."

"I imagine. Did they see the hickey I gave you?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of?" I rubbed his chest and kissed his cheek absently, not thinking too hard about how much I was enjoying the chance to touch him like this.

I'd always been a needy bastard after sex, but prolonged cuddles weren't something I got often, not with the types of arrangements I'd had. This had nothing to do with Jesse and everything to do with being touch starved.

"I used Hannah's makeup to try and cover it up. Apparently, I have a thing or two to learn about shade matching because it was pretty obvious what I was trying to do."

My soft dick finally fell out of him, and we both made little noises of discomfort.

"I hate that part," he complained. He sounded almost normal, but he wasn't making any move to get away from me.

"Me too."

"Did anyone see the one I gave you?" he asked, not quite pulling off a casual tone.

"Everyone did." I gave him another little squeeze.

"You didn't try to cover it up?" He sort of snuggled into my hug but went stiff as soon as I loosened my hold.

Taking that as my cue that the afterglow was officially gone, I let go of him.

"No point. Besides, it was fun messing with them while they tried to figure out who gave it to me."

He turned to face me, a goofy little smile on his lips.

He looked…beautiful.

Jesse was incredibly good-looking. Anyone with eyes and any sort of attraction to men could see it. But right then, with his messy hair, flushed cheeks, soft expression, and kiss-swollen lips, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Why am I not surprised." He tucked himself away and did up his pants.

"That I like being a shit-disturber?" I carefully pulled off the condom and tied the end. "It's like you don't know me at all."

He took the condom from me and crossed to the other side of the room to toss it in what I assumed was a garbage can.

A strange silence fell over us as I put my dick away and did up my pants. It wasn't uncomfortable or strained, but there was a weird energy between us that I couldn't quite place.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, Sebastian." He shot me a smirk-smile that didn't get my hackles up like usual. "You didn't hurt me with your monster dick."

"So, I've got talent, not just talons?" I went back to his earlier statement. "And we're talking about dick talent, right? I think I need to hear more about my many talents. You know, for science or whatever."

"You're insufferable."

"You say this like it's a new thing."

This type of sniping wasn't normal for us either. There was no bite to our words, no underlying snark. It was teasing and familiar. Comfortable. Like slipping on your favorite sweater, or how my sister described the feeling of taking her bra off after a long day.

My eyes were drawn to the mess on the desk.

"Wait." I shook my head, only then putting two and two together. "Did you come hands-free?"

This time his smirk was full of his usual arrogance. "You just noticed?"

"I was too busy rocking your world and making you come hands-free to notice until now," I said automatically, my mind still stuck on the fact that it had happened. "Is that normal for you?"

Slowly, he shook his head, his smirk melting into a satisfied grin.

"Damn." I sort of slow blinked at him. "Wow."

I'd never had any of my partners come just from fucking. I'd never explicitly tried before, but I hadn't tried with Jesse, and it happened.

"Go ahead." He made a "tell me more" motion with his hand.

"What?"

"Say something annoying. Gloat about your magic dick."

"Don't have to." I shot him a grin. "You just did it for me when you called my dick magical."

He rolled his eyes. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Nope."

Another weird silence fell over us.

"We should have thought this out better," Jesse said eventually.

"What do you mean?"

He pointed to my chest, then my face. "You look like you either just finished fighting or fucking."

"Same with you. But considering it's us, people will just assume we were fighting."

"Yeah. Probably." He looked down at himself. "How bad is it?"

"Not too bad," I said honestly. "Fix your shirt and your hair, and you'll be presentable."

He smoothed his hands over his shirt and shifted it so it sat more squarely over his shoulders and wasn't off to one side anymore. "There's nothing you can do about the beard burn or that I just got the dicking of a lifetime glow about you. But those'll fade on their own."

He stilled, his hands in his hair, and glared at me. "Cocky much?"

"You tell me." I grabbed at my dick like a moron. "Didn't you call my dick a monster?"

He laughed and finished finger-combing his hair. "I said you have a monster dick. I didn't call it a monster."

"Semantics." I waved him off. "But you did call it magical."

He shot me an unamused look.

"How do I look?" I asked.

"Not bad." He bit his lip, giving me a once-over. "Smooth down your hair a bit. And fix your shirt." He tugged at the left side of his collar.

I did as he said, trusting him to not send me out there looking as messy as I felt. "Better?"

"Good enough to slip out." He nodded. "The beard burn is still pretty bad. You'll want to be careful to not talk to anyone."

"Yeah. Sensitive skin." I touched my cheek. I'd always been ghostly pale, and any sort of friction or prolonged pressure on my skin left obvious marks on me. "Shit."

"What?"

"I promised your dad I'd see his roses before I left." I rubbed at my skin, the heat under my hand telling me it would be a while before the marks faded.

"Okay." He cracked his knuckles absently. "You stay up here for a bit and come down when you look normal again. I'll go ahead and put in some face time with everyone so no one questions us both being gone."

"Are you sure that's okay? Me chilling in your room?"

"It's not exactly my room anymore, is it?" His smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I just meant me being upstairs. I know your parents prefer people don't come up here when they have parties."

"You're not just anyone." He shrugged. "But you can chill in Adam's old room, or Quinn's, if it's less weird. I'll tell people you're taking a call, and I said you could use one of our rooms if that helps."

"Yeah. Thanks."

He shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. "No worries."

"Jesse…"

I had no idea what the hell I wanted to say. Thank you for letting me fuck you? You were the best I've ever had?

He arched one eyebrow questioningly.

"Never mind," I finished lamely.

"I'm going to head down," he said, his eyes clouding over as his mask slid back into place. "There's a box of tissues over there." He pointed at a bookshelf next to where he'd tossed the condom. "Be a dear and clean up the desk."

"You want me to clean up your mess?" I tried to keep my voice light, but my question came out sharper than I'd intended.

"Technically, it's your mess. You're the one who made me come on your cock, right?" He smirked, but his eyes were blank, and his tone was devoid of any real inflection.

"Right." I cleared my throat. "Yeah. I'll take care of it."

"I probably don't have to say this, but this?—"

"Never happened," I finished.

He nodded. "Exactly."

We stood there for a few beats, staring at each other as a dozen unspoken questions hovered in the air around us.

Dropping his gaze to the floor, Jesse skirted around me and left the room, the click of the door latching as loud as a whip as it closed behind him, leaving me alone.

Woodenly, I went to search out the tissues so I could clean up the mess, and myself, before things got any more uncomfortable or harder to scrub off.

I'd fucked Jesse in his childhood bedroom while his entire family and a good chunk of their friends enjoyed a birthday party downstairs.

That hadn't been on my radar of things that would ever happen, but it had. And like he'd said, it was bound to happen at some point. It was best that we got it over with before things got any weirder between us.

Now the real trick was going to be avoiding Jesse for the foreseeable future.

Not forever, but at least until I sorted out the jumble of emotions and thoughts crowding my already busy head.