Page 15 of Convenient Rivals

“Is it his birthday today?”

“You don’t remember? He’s a week after Barty.”

That was right; they’d often had joint celebrations when they were younger. As they got older, their interests differed, though. Lavinia had been more than happy to throw two parties, but with Gregory’s falling later on the calendar, his party always had a lower attendance.

When Barty turned eighteen, Gregory was twenty-one a week later, but by then they weren’t speaking to their eldest son. Oscar did not know how he’d celebrated; no doubt with his found family. Those guys were inseparable. It was the sort of friendship group people were envious of. The kind you see on TV shows and want for yourself.

“So, Barty’s birthday was a week ago. Why didn’t they have his party then?”

“Barty wanted to do something with his friends on the day, so Lavinia chose the next available weekend.”

“On the birthday of her other son?” He was incredulous.

“Leave it, Oscar. I know you have a soft spot for Gregory, but don’t cause a scene.”

“I won’t cause a... wait, what do you mean I have a soft spot for Gregory?”

“You two were joined at the hip when you were kids, and even though you drifted apart in secondary school, I knew you were always keeping an eye out for him.”

His face heated with the shame of what he’d done... how wrong she was about his behaviour back then. He needed to get some fresh air, so he excused himself by saying he needed the bathroom.

Stepping outside into the courtyard, there were a couple of people smoking, engrossed in their phones. Oscar walked towards the gardens. They were impressive in the daylight, but given their remote location, at night it was a vast expanse of darkness with the stars twinkling above. Oscar noticed a solitary figure leaning against a tree and knew who it was. He approached slowly, not wanting to startle him.

Given Oscar’s size, it didn’t take long for him to step on a twig, which gave a deafening crack that echoed across the countryside. It made Gregory jump. He turned around, surprised, but his face quickly became a scowl.

“What are you doing here?”

Why did his stern tone go straight to Oscar’s dick?

“Just getting some fresh air,” he smiled, not wanting to give away his dirty thoughts.

“Well, there’s plenty of space out here for you to do that away from me.”

“I just wanted to say happy birthday.”

His features softened for a second, before his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“And I wanted to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“What do you think?”

Gregory’s face was impassive, but his eyes darkened. There was no mistaking it; he remembered what had happened between them as well.

“There’s nothing to talk about. A momentary lapse in judgement. It won’t be happening again.”

That stung a bit, but Oscar would not let Gregory know that. Besides, Oscar was used to getting what he wanted – in business and in pleasure.

“I thought I could give you a birthday treat.” He smiled.

Gregory visibly swallowed. He was feeling it as well... this heat between them. He was about to say something else when Gregory yanked his arm, marching off into the wooded area that surrounded the family home. Aside from the crunch underneath their feet, neither of them made a sound. Gregory stopped at a tree and leaned against it, then pushed on Oscar’s shoulders, the command clear. He dropped to his knees and watched in awe as Gregory pulled out his swollen cock.

It was pitch black, but it was a full moon, so he could see the impressive girth and thick veins. Last time he’d only felt this gorgeous cock as it pummelled into him, but up close, it was fucking stunning.

“No time for window shopping. Open your throat for me.”

It was a command, which made Oscar even harder. It was uncomfortable, being on his knees in tuxedo trousers with a hard on, but he didn’t care. He opened his mouth wide, and Gregory thrust in. It was hard not to gag as it hit the back of this throat, but he was determined to make it good for him. He had this overwhelming urge to please Gregory.

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