Page 31 of Fall of Us
My hands scrambled to grab his hips as they bucked and rolled, providing the perfect friction. Brandon’s hands slid under the front of my shirt, blunt nails dragging down my stomach, causing the muscles to contract and quake. His fingers found the fly of my jeans, working it open and pushing the denim over my hips. He shoved the front of his sweats out of the way so that all that was between us was our underwear, and it turned out that Brandon had the same idea I had.
“I need... something. Shit. Andrew. I swear I’m not like this. What have you done to me?”
I wanted to laugh, but his mouth was back over mine. There was no faulting him. I felt the same with him. I wanted more than ever. Although I enjoyed sex, there was an inexplicable longing for it with Brandon that surpassed any previous desires.
His hands slid down the back of my underwear, grasping the globes of my ass as he continued to grind. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more skin, to feel his heat against me again, but this would have to do.
Copying Brandon, my hands were under the barrier of his briefs as well, massaging his cheeks and spreading them. He whimpered against me as my fingers slid into his crease to play with his hole. It was all torture. A tease of what we really wanted and had to wait to have.
Brandon sobbed, his whole body shuddering as his dick pulsed against me. His release was warm and wet and soaked through his underwear to mine. It was enough to throw me over the edge with him.
It took us a few moments to catch our breath when a knock sounded from the bathroom door.
“Is everything okay in there?” Chase sounded amused. Like he was trying not to laugh. There was no way they didn’t know what we’d been doing.
Brandon stood up, kicked out of his sweats, and pulled off his briefs. He used them to wipe the rest of the cum from his softening cock. My eyes couldn’t peel themselves away.
“Everything’s fine. Just checking out a leak in the sink.” Brandon called.
I fought the laugh because it was such a shitty excuse, and no one would believe it.
“A leak? Want me to look at it? Drew used to have me do some minor plumbing...” The door handle jiggled and Brandon’s eyes widened as he quickly pulled back on his sweats. He waved his hands at my front, which was still damp. My jeans were still around my thighs, and I was a mess.
“We’re just about done.” Brandon sounded borderline hysterical when I didn’t move fast enough to clean myself up. He took my boxers from me the second I had them off and he shoved them into the bottom of the hamper he always kept in the corner.
I had just finished buttoning my jeans when Brandon unlocked the door. Chase stood on the other side, arms crossed over his chest. He looked between us several times. Yeah, we definitely weren’t fooling anyone. Brandon’s lips were still puffy and our hair was a wreck.
“The sink?” Chase asked.
Brandon shrugged, shoving past Chase and into the living room. “It turned into a bigger thing than I thought. No big deal. We got it figured out.”
My feet remained glued in the bathroom. We were still playing the game of not telling anyone about what was happening. Chase looked at me, holding his arms out like he was expecting me to have an answer for him. The rest of our friends were silent as Brandon sat on the couch. It had been stupid to do that while they were all here, but we were desperate. I should have told him we needed to wait until tonight.
Instead, I was hit with the bitter taste of resentment that he didn’t even want to acknowledge things with our closest friends.
Something was going to have to change. And it was going to have to change soon.
Chapter 20
Brandon
“Do you remember that time when we were thirteen and your mom accidentally locked us in the store?”
My fingers tightened in Andrew’s grasp. We were lying in bed staring at the ceiling, sleep eluding the both of us. He’d seemed upset after everyone left earlier, but I didn’t know how to bring it up to him.
“I do. We thought we were so smart hiding behind that back shelf. She thought we’d already left and gone home...”
The memory came flooding back. We were two dumb kids who thought it’d be funny to hide from my mom while she was closing the store. Panic struck when the lights went out and the door locked. Andrew had left our hiding spot first to find the store empty. It was winter and mom and dad turned the heat off at night, so things cooled down quickly. I hated it when they did that because when they dragged me in to help on my break from school, it was always so cold until the heat kicked in.
“She’s going to come back, right?”
Andrew was frantic as he paced in front of the door. The streets were empty because it was late, and a lone car cast a glow of headlightson the pavement as it drove past. There was no way that they could see us in the store.
“I don’t know. Maybe when she gets home and realizes we’re not there?”
Andrew came back to where I was huddled next to the register. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I was shaking in fear. This had been such a stupid idea. What if she didn’t realize we weren’t there and didn’t come back? Would we freeze to death overnight?
It took Mom a total of fifteen minutes before she realized we weren’t home when she got there. We’d been locked in the store for forty-five minutes before she returned to get us. There’d been no yelling, as the two of us had been so scared that we’d sufficiently learned our lesson.
