Page 9 of Hooked On Him
It was one of the times Austin was staying over. I needed the bathroom, and Austin was showering in the only one we had.
I thought I could slip in and pee quickly—my brother did it all the time. But when I went to open the door, the sounds I heard were not the ones of someone simply showering.
I’ll never forget the sight of Austin naked in the shower, water beating down over his toned skin, hand wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself into an orgasm. The sound of him cumming haunted me in the most delicious way.
When I went back to my room, harder than I’ve ever been before, I realized two things: not only was I into guys, but I was crushing on my brother’s best friend.
Not long after that, I came out to my family. No one was surprised, and everyone was accepting. Then I came out to my friends and started dating guys.
Unfortunately, it’s also how I started dating my ex. It was one of the biggest regrets of my life.
Part of me thinks I agreed to date him because I was so hung up on Austin, I just needed to forget him because I knew there was never a chance anything could happen between us.
I also think that's a big reason why I can't seem to say no to Austin right now.
I’ve known Austin was gay for about a year now. When I went back home for a family supper, my mom was raving about how happy she was for Austin to finally be out and be able to accept who he was.
It also made me wonder if maybe I did have a chance with him back when we were teenagers.
Then I quickly dismissed that idea because there was no way Austin would want to be with a guy like me. We were the complete opposite.
He loved sports, I was in the school band.
He loved fast cars and action movies, while I loved anime and horror.
The only real common ground we shared was video games. Something we played a lot of while growing up.
But now, with Austin’s hand in mine, I wonder if maybe, just maybe, I was wrong this whole time.
Stop overthinking, Levi. He offered to be your fake boyfriend to save you from embarrassment in front of your family. Not because he actually wants you. There is nothing more to it.
Then why did I wish it were?
“Let’s get you two seated. Levi, Austin, you two are at the family table,” Mom says, looking between the two of us. “Levi, honey, where’s that boyfriend of yours? We saved him a seat. Is he still coming?”
Here we go. I think I’m going to be sick.
“Ah, about that, Mom.” I laugh awkwardly.Abort, abort!
I hold up my hand. The hand that's locked with Austin’s to show her.
She looks and blinks. Blinks. And blinks. Before it clicks.
“You... two... are...” Her eyes flick up to me, then Austin, and back to me. “You're together?”
“We really hope that's not going to be an issue,” Austin says, not sounding so confident in his plan now. Shit. I really hope this isn’t going to backfire.
“An issue?” Mom’s lower lip wobbles, her eyes welling up. My eyes widen, fearing we’ve fucked everything up. “Of course not. I’m so happy.” Mom starts to cry, and I’m rendered speechless.
“You are?” I question her. I thought there was a good chance my mom might be okay with this. Austin was someone she loved after all. But to see her so emotional... that wasn’t what I expected.
“So, so happy. Oh, boys.” Mom reaches up and cups both of our faces. “You have no idea how happy this makes me. To see two of my boys, who I love so much, together and happy. Oh, I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I blink at her, still in shock. “For us to be happy? Or together?”
“Both.” She laughs, wiping at her eyes. “I knew there was something between the two of you. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”
“You did?” My eyes widen. She has to be mistaken. “I didn’t.”
