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Byron chuckles. “So you didn’t want me to touch you…?”
“You can touch me now…”
“Good.” Byron plays with Lex’s fingers. “But I probably would’ve come way harder if you gave me a hand in that dark hallway.” His eyes slide to me, and he winks. “Just sayin’.”
I’m fucking livid, fuming so hard, steam is practically coming out of my ears.
Okay, what the fuck is up with him right now?? My normally quiet friend is acting like a gay nutball all of a sudden.
Is it because he’s always secretly wanted to hook up with Lex? Is he messing with me because he’s upset about something?
“Um, what’s this little memory you guys are sharing right now??” I huff. “And where the hell was I when all this was going on?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Lex says. “But you were off being Percy Gage’s personal fleshlight.”
Fuck me. So that’s what happened the night of the blackout??
You mean to tell me I wasted my time on Gage when I could’ve been with Lex and our friends, catching a live performance of the John and Harley Power Hour??
I’ve never felt FOMO so deep.
I’m obsessing over it, but my concerns fade into the background when Lex lies down at Byron’s side and Byron runs his fingers up Lex’s abs, dragging his shirt up with them.
God, I feel sick. I hate this so much already.
Before I can even psych myself up to it, they’re fuckingkissing.
“Okay, you guys…” I whimper, fisting the blankets while my heart screams bloody murder. “Message received. I already know how it feels… Itsucks. Can we be done now??”
“Ren, back off,” Byron mumbles on Lex’s lips.
“Stop kissing him,” I snarl, leaning over them, ready to rip them apart.
“Go over there.” Lex kicks me away, and I slump petulantly against the wall, swallowing repeatedly as bile tries to rise in my throat. He glances at me. “Sit down and shut up, okay?”
Ohh, you sweet, infuriating boy… You are so lucky I’m obsessed with you.
Byron pulls Lex’s shirt off and now they’re kissingmore, touching each other slowly. They both look a little stiff, but it’s obvious they’re just easing into it, the panting and suction echoing inside my skull.
Because I’m a man who’s turned on by other men, the sight of these two hot as fuck guys making out is definitely buzzing my balls a little. But any arousal I could feel is being chased by a persistent ache in my chest from watching someone who’s not me kissingmyLexington.
Fuck this. I was the only guy he’d ever kissed before… Now it’s ruined.
My fingers squeeze into a fist.So this is only like one-one hundredth of how Lex feels, then… knowing how many people I’ve been with who aren’t him.
I guess I’m seeing the point of this experiment. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it!
“Do you wanna be on top?” Byron whispers, both of their eyes closed, lips brushing and hands… exploring.
“It’s up to you,” Lex hums.
“I don’t mind either way…”
“Jesus, are you two fooling around or picking seats at the movies??” I sullenly fold my arms over my chest.
Lex grins, opening his eyes to peek at me. “He’s getting upset.”
Byron chuckles. “I bet he’dhatethis, huh…?” His hand slithers below Lex’s waist, cupping his cock.
