Page 47 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
My dick was the one doing the pushing.
I was getting hard.
Okay, so...I had always tried to be open-minded to the idea of more than just heterosexuality. Which, considering how many ofour family had some form of same sex attraction, was completely normal. However, being open-minded wasn’t the same as being exposed to what you’re open about, and I’d never tried anything with another guy. The thought had occurred to me before, of course, and it wasn’t like I didn’t go club hopping with Milo and get hit on. But having the thought briefly flash through my mind and then disappear with ease was completely different than having a guy, Milo of all goddamn people, with his hand on my dick and my dick...responding.
So I could only lie there, thankful that Milo was too drunk to realize I had frozen in confusion, but also knowing that his intoxicated state was precisely why that was happening in the first place. All I could do was lie there and feel myself stiffen further under his touch. Even more alarming was the fact that he had shifted in his haze, and now I could feel the presence of his already hard dick pressing into the palm of my pinned hand.
I knew full well I possessed the sobriety and presence of mind to put a stop to everything. I was the sober one and in control of my faculties, and it wasn’t like Milo was being aggressive. God, he would probably recoil the moment I made him aware of what was going on. So what I needed was to find a way to put an end to it without it going too far and without freaking him out.
Yet I found my fingers closing over the imprint of his bulge, and a hot zing shot through me when I heard his breath catch, followed by the softest sound. Oh, Jesus, if I thought I’d been getting hard before, I could now feel my cock practically shoving against his hand. The entire situation made zero sense, and I couldn’t think straight, but apparently, my dick was fully on board. Which begged several questions I was nowhere near the right state of mind to think about, let alone find the answers.
I forced myself to breathe and echoed the command to relax. The palm of his hand was pushing against my shaft,fingers curling to slide under the band of my shorts, and my fingers were still wrapped around his hard-on. I was definitely participating with a degree of enthusiasm and...well, it was a little difficult to deny that my body was fully engaged.
So I was participating, confused and uncomfortable with the whole thing, but I was participating of my own accord and not being coaxed into it by someone else. Of course, it was with another guy, which was new but not alarming. But it was with Milo, which was...uncomfortable. I didn’t know if it was because we were supposed to be stepbrothers, because we had never even come close to altering our relationship in such a substantial way. Of course, I knew that before, and it clearly hadn’t stopped me from doing exactly what I was doing right now.
“Fuck,” Milo groaned beside me. I heard the sloppy tone of his breath, like ice sliding over my face.
He was drunker than hell, barely aware of being awake, let alone what he was doing. If he was going to do something like that, he needed to be fully in control. That wasnotsomething I could allow to continue and keep my conscience intact.
“Rude,” he whined pitifully when I pulled my arm out from under him and used my other to shove his hand between our bodies. He quit fussing almost immediately when I wrapped my free arm around his shoulders and drew him closer. Yes, I could still feel how hard he was, and even more disconcerting was the fact that my hard-on didn’t flag the moment it was no longer being stroked. I suppose some part of me might have wondered if it was just a case of being a young, horny guy who had just been sexually touched, so of course, my dick had responded.
So much for that theory.
“Get some sleep,” I told him. “You can tell me more later.”
“Mmm, good idea,” he murmured, and I tried not to tense when he burrowed his face into the crook of my neck and sighed happily. “I’m pretty drunk.”
“You are,” I said, trying to figure out how to feel about his presence now I knew there was more to his touches than I’d suspected.
Then again, maybe that was just one of many reasons he’d kept the truth from me. He didn’t worry about a lot, but he worried about how the people he cared about viewed him, even as he desperately tried to pretend the opposite. The more he cared about a person, the more wary he was about upsetting them, or accidentally ‘forcing’ them to think of him differently. With no ego, I knew of all the people on that list, my name would be right at the top.
So maybe he kept it to himself because he had feelings for his straight best friend, who was his stepbrother. There was obviously conflict, including part of him that apparently enjoyed the slight taboo. But he also kept it to himself because he wouldn’t want me to treat him any differently, because he wouldn’t want me to look at every touch and wonder if it was because he wanted to sleep with me.
I would definitely be thinking about tonight for a long time, but I could at least try not to treat him differently. I would need to become an expert in that before I talked to him about what was said and done tonight...that was if I even decided to do that.
I didn’t know how to feel about...everything. I didn’t know what it meant that he had kept something that big from me, and I didn’t know what it meant that I wasn’t actually bothered by it, just confused. I didn’t know what it meant that I was comfortable with the knowledge, or how he would react if I ever told him what had happened. And I definitely didn’t know how to feel about how I had reacted, including that I was only now starting to go soft.
The one thing I did know, though, was that I would not be able to sleep tonight.
MILO
“Here you go, guys,” Marshall said, setting the beer bottles on the table, along with three shot glasses.
“Thank you,” Arlo said warmly, his voice as quiet as ever as he flashed a smile at Marshall.
“No,” Marshall said as he sat at the outdoor table, and I noted that our positions made a perfect triangle. “Thank you for letting me intrude.”
“I didn’t mind,” Arlo said with a shrug. “I don’t normally get a chance to meet people in Milo’s life.”
“You’ve met people,” I protested as I held up the shot glass and downed it in a gulp, hoping to warm myself up. This place had been Arlo’s idea, and I was always down to try something new. I wasn’t sure how popular an outdoor brewery would be in the middle of winter in Oregon, but it was unique.
If anything, it would push people to drink more to stave off the cold, so maybe there was some logic to it. Not that they were letting people freeze or anything, there were heaters under each table, which meant I had to be careful where I stuck my legs. I had been assured that the covers over the heaters didn’t get hot, but I didn’t want to damage something accidentally. There wasplenty of heat, though, so it was really just my face and neck that needed warmth.
“The last time I met someone you were seeing, you were in high school,” Arlo pointed out, picking up his shot glass and sniffing it before tilting it back into his mouth. He wasn’t being picky or snotty; Arlo always sniffed anything new, or if it came from someone else. I didn’t know the point, but I’d yet to see him turn something down unless even I thought it was dubious.
“Okay, well, I’m not seeing Marshall, that’s my bio dad, man,” I said with a wrinkle of my nose.
“Your boyfriends tend to be the only part of your social circle I have a chance of meeting,” Arlo said, gently setting his empty shot glass into mine and sliding the two toward Marshall as my dad took his shot. “You don’t make any friends outside Elijah, who I talk to even more than I talk to you. So your boyfriends are the only thing I can compare to.”
