by Andria Large
Jayme took his time. He learned what Tripp liked and what did nothing for him. He did his best not to gag, but a couple times he went too far; and the tip of Tripp’s cock touched the back of his throat. Tripp seemed to like that, because he moaned each time.
His jaw was getting tired, so he sped up his efforts in hopes of making Tripp come. He focused on the head with his mouth, while using his hand to stroke the shaft. Tripp spread his legs wider and thrust his hips. He must have been getting close. “Move if you don’t want it in your mouth,” Tripp said quickly.
He pulled off but kept stroking. Tripp’s body tensed, and his cock grew harder in Jayme’s hand. He moved down and sucked one of Tripp’s balls into his mouth, and then it was all over. Tripp cried out as he came all over his stomach.
He let him go and sat up. Tripp laid there, panting, one arm thrown over his eyes.
“Did I do okay?” he asked.
Tripp nodded without moving his arm from his face. “You’re a natural.”
He chuckled.
Tripp sighed contently, then lifted his arm from his eyes and tucked it back behind his head. “Do we have time for a nap before your brothers come over?”
Jayme grinned. “Yeah, we got a little time.”
Tripp sat up and used the comforter to wipe himself off. It needed to be washed anyway since Jayme came on it. Tripp then yanked it off the bed, making him stand, and tossed it onto the floor. Tripp then pulled the top sheet back and patted the bed next to him. He climbed back onto the bed and laid down next to Tripp, who pulled the sheet up over them. Tripp set an alarm on the clock on the nightstand, so they would wake up with enough time to get things ready for Jayme’s brothers.
Jayme dozed lightly, never falling into a deep sleep. His mind was too wound up from what he and Tripp did. He never expected to enjoy it all as much as he did. He was almost afraid that he wouldn’t enjoy it and would want to go back to being with women. That was not the case. He enjoyed it immensely. What Tripp did to him...he had no words for how good it felt. He wanted more, so much more, and that kinda scared him.
He was never real adventurous when it came to sex. Yeah, he liked to switch up positions, but he never did anything like what he did with Tripp. He never did any kind of ass play with Mallory. He was shocked with how much he liked it. How he wanted it again as soon as it was over. Tripp’s words had echoed in his head the entire time. He was close to begging for Tripp to fuck him...so close.
The alarm went off and Tripp’s head shot up. His blond hair was a mess as he reached over and shut the beeping down. They both yawned and stretched, then got their naked asses out of bed. Jayme went to his room to get dressed. When he stepped into the hall, Tripp was carrying his comforter to the laundry room. He went and leaned against the door frame and watched as Tripp shoved it into the washer.
“I...uh...haven’t said anything to my brothers about...this,” he said, motioning between the two of them.
Tripp glanced over his shoulder at him. “Do they know you’ve switched teams?”
“Ah, Seamus kinda knows I’ve been thinking about it, but Ian doesn’t know at all.”
“Are you telling me not to say anything then?”
“No...no, I don’t care if they know. I guess maybe just let me ease them into it.”
“So, don’t be all over you?” Tripp asked with a knowing smirk.
“Yes. That’s what I’m asking.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks.”
Tripp finished setting the washer, then came to stand in front of him. Tripp leaned in and gave him a languid kiss. “It’s definitely going to be a challenge keeping my hands off of you,” Tripp murmured when he pulled back.
His stomach did an excited flip. “Ditto.”
Tripp hummed in reply before giving him one more peck on the lips, then bounding down the stairs. Jayme thunked his head back against the door frame. Why did he feel like he was getting in too deep with Tripp? They were only fucking around. This was not a relationship. Emotions were not involved. A niggle of doubt formed in the pit of his stomach. Was that what he wanted with Tripp? Could they really keep this up without emotions getting involved? He wasn’t sure.
He joined Tripp in the kitchen where he was putting out some chips and dips on the kitchen table. He grabbed a chip just as the doorbell rang. He was still chewing when he opened the door for his brother Ian. Ian smiled and gave him a hug. Seamus pulled up before Jayme could even shut the door. So, he waited for his brother and Mitch to get out of the car. They both gave him a hug, then he shut the front door. They all went into the kitchen where Tripp greeted each man like they were his own brothers, giving them hugs and slaps on the back.
“Can I get ya'll a beer?” Tripp offered.
“Yeah, sure,” Ian replied.
“Sounds good.” Seamus nodded.
“Sure,” Mitch agreed.
He looked at Ian. “No Jana?”
“Nah, she said she had a headache. I just think she didn’t wanna be the only girl.”
“I don’t blame her.” He chuckled.
Tripp handed everyone a beer, then they all toasted before taking a sip. They all took a seat around the kitchen table and snacked on chips and dip while chatting.
“How much longer until you’re divorced?” Mitch asked him.
“About a month,” he replied.
“That’s good.”
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it being over.”
“Are you looking to date right away or are you taking a break?”
“I don’t want another relationship right now, but I’m not opposed to fucking around.” He grinned, glancing at Tripp, who hid his smirk by taking a sip of his beer.
Mitch caught their exchange and his eyes widened. “Are you two...?”
He felt the blush creep up from his neck to his cheeks. He didn’t mean to let that fly. Oh well.
“Oh my god, you are! You two are messing around,” Mitch exclaimed, pointing back and forth between them from his seat across the table.
“What? Seriously?” Ian said, his eyebrows damn near hitting his hairline.
“We’re just...it’s nothing serious...like a friends with benefits kind of thing,” he said, looking at Tripp for confirmation.
Tripp nodded. “Yeah, sounds about right.”
“But...but...since when are you into dudes?” Ian asked in confusion.
“I don’t know. I’ve honestly never even looked at another guy like that before Tripp,” he admitted.
“I’m special.” Tripp chuckled.
“Friends with benefits, huh?” Seamus murmured, eyeing Jayme dubiously. “Mitch and I tried that and look how we turned out.”
“Yeah, that maybe lasted a month before we both wanted more,” Mitch said.
Jayme shook his head. “Nah. I just got out of a relationship, I don’t want another one any time soon.”
He glanced at Tripp again, who was taking a sip of his beer and studiously ignoring Jayme’s gaze. Would Tripp eventually want more? He was under the impression that he wanted the same thing. Maybe he was wrong? Maybe Tripp wanted a relationship? Hell, that could really screw things up. He knew first hand how it went when one person wanted something that the other didn’t. He’d have to talk to Tripp about it later. He wasn’t going to keep up this thing they got going on if they both want different things out of it. He dealt with that once, he wasn’t going to do it again.
~~~
Tripp
“We need to talk,” Jayme said as he walked back into the kitchen after seeing his brothers out.
Tripp peered over his shoulder from where he was standing at the sink, washing one of the big bowls that had held the chips. “Okay?”
Jayme stopped next to him and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “I need to know what you want out of this thing with us. Are you expecting a relationship eventually?”
Tripp blinked at him. He wasn’t expecting this to be the topic of conver
sation. “I know you don’t want a relationship.”
“That’s not what I asked. I asked what you want. I need us to be on the same page if we’re going to continue. I can’t have any misconceptions about what either of us want. Been there, done that, not doing it again.”
He pursed his lips as he considered what Jayme was saying. What did he want?
“I definitely want this to continue. I’m good with just fucking around right now. I can’t say if that will eventually change or not, I don’t know.”
“Will you tell me if it does?”
“Sure.” He nodded.
Jayme blew out a breath. “Okay, good.”
He finished rinsing the bowl and put it on the drain board. He grabbed the dish towel and dried his hands. “I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Even though this is not a relationship and we’re just fucking around, do you want it to be exclusive?”
Jayme searched his eyes. “I would prefer that it is. But I can’t stop you if you want to see other people.”
“I’m fine with exclusive. I generally don’t mess with more than one guy at a time.”
“Okay.”
He grabbed Jayme by the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Glad we got that all straightened out.”
Jayme nodded. He let go of Jayme’s shirt and smoothed his hand up to his neck, where he clutched the back of it and pulled Jayme in for another kiss. Jayme hummed his approval and wrapped his arms around Tripp’s waist. Jayme pulled him in close as their kiss turned heated.
“Ready for round two, old man?” He teased when they parted.
“Old man? I’ll show you an old man.” Jayme growled then hoisted him up, making him wrap his legs around Jayme’s waist.
Jayme carried him, he was only an inch or so shorter than Jayme; and weighed almost as much as him too, over to the kitchen table. He sat him down on the table and stood between his spread legs.
“You’re strong for an old man,” he said with a shit-eating grin.
“You’re seconds away from not getting a round two.” Jayme grunted.
Tripp laughed. Jayme was six years older than him. It wasn’t a big difference, but Jayme was fun to tease. Jayme grabbed his face and kissed him roughly, effectively shutting him up. He moaned and clutched at Jayme’s shirt.
Jayme dragged his mouth down to his jaw. Jayme nipped at the skin there, before moving down to his neck. He tilted his head to give Jayme better access. Jayme’s warm hands found their way under his shirt to skim up his sides, bringing the shirt up with them. He lifted his arms, and Jayme yanked the shirt over his head.
Jayme licked and kissed his way down his torso. When Jayme got to his stomach, Jayme put a hand to his chest and pushed him back. He leaned back on his elbows, and watched as Jayme undid his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down his thighs. Jayme gave him another awesome blowjob, and Tripp returned the favor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jayme
JAYME AND TRIPP walked in the front door after a long, exhausting day at work, when Jayme’s cell phone started ringing. He sighed and pulled it out of his pocket. He looked at the screen to see that it was Mallory calling.
Wondering what she wanted, he answered the call. “Hey Mal, what’s up?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Excuse me? What now?”
Tripp looked back at him with a frown on his handsome face. Jayme stood in the middle of the living room, frozen in place, as Mallory’s words hit him square in the chest.
“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.
“Well, it’s not fucking mine!” he blurted.
“Jayme! I’m eight weeks, it’s around the same time we last had sex.”
“And I pulled out!”
“That’s not a hundred percent effective, Jayme,” Mallory argued.
“Are you fucking with me? I swear to God Mallory--“
“Don’t be an asshole. Why would I lie about this?”
“You’ve lied to me plenty of times, the question is why wouldn’t you?”
“I wouldn’t lie about this. This is something I’ve wanted for forever.”
“But I don’t! How could you do this to me?”
“It takes two to make a baby, Jayme.”
“You tricked me into it, that doesn’t count.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
Jayme couldn’t take any more of the conversation, he launched his phone at the wall, where it shattered and left a dent in the drywall. Tripp was on him a second later, grabbing him by his shoulders.
“What’s going on?” Tripp demanded.
“Mallory’s pregnant,” he rasped.
Tripp’s face fell. “Shit.”
Jayme’s whole body was vibrating with anger. He couldn’t believe she did this to him.
“Are you sure it’s yours?” Tripp asked softly.
“She said she’s eight weeks. That was around the last time we had sex.”
“And like you said, you pulled out. I think it’d be a fucking miracle if she got pregnant from you pulling out. I know it’s not the most effective birth control, but come on, that would be a long shot.”
Jayme stared at him, nodding slowly. That was what he thought too. “You’re saying that she could have been cheating on me?”
“It’s possible.”
His stomach rolled. Not only did he find out that his ex-wife is pregnant, but now there was also the possibility that she had been cheating on him; and had gotten pregnant by the other guy. Which meant she was having unprotected sex with another man. Which meant he should probably go and get tested.
He felt the panic attack coming on. His body started to tingle, and he couldn’t pull in enough air. His stomach churned angrily, and he knew he was going to be sick. He tore away from Tripp and raced up the stairs to the bathroom where he lost his breakfast and lunch.
A minute later, Tripp was at his side. Tripp sat on the edge of the tub and rubbed his back while he continued to throw up. Tripp murmured softly how everything was going to be okay and they would figure this out together, that he wasn’t alone.
Once he felt like his stomach was done revolting, he flushed and closed the lid. He got up from where he was squatting in front of the bowl and turned to sit on the lid of the toilet. He dropped his head in his hands and rocked. He felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. He hated panic attacks. He hated the loss of control over his body.
“What can I do?” Tripp asked quietly.
“I have...Klonopin in my top dresser drawer. Can you get me one?”
“Absolutely.”
Tripp left the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with the pill. Tripp handed it to him, before filling up the cup on the sink with water. He took the pill he had in case of emergencies like this.
Tripp sat back down on the side of the tub. “This was a panic attack, huh?”
He nodded, his head still in his hands.
“Was this the worst it could be?”
“Pretty much.”
“The Klonopin will help though?”
“Yeah, it takes a little while to kick in, but it will help. Then I’ll be passing out.”
“From the Klonopin?”
“That and the let down from the panic attack. Knocks me out every time.”
“How about you brush your teeth, then get out of your work clothes and get in bed?”
He nodded again and pulled in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. His stomach was still upset, but he didn’t feel like he was going to puke again. He shakily got to his feet and went about brushing his teeth. When he was done, Tripp followed him into his room, and helped him get out of his work gear.
“I killed my phone, didn’t I?” he asked as he crawled into bed in his underwear. His body felt heavy already. He was going to crash hard.
“Yeahhhh,” Tripp drawled. “You’re gonna need a new one.”
“Dammit.”
“Don’t worry about t
hat right now. Just get some rest.”
“M’kay,” he muttered, his eyes too heavy to keep open anymore.
Tripp pulled the covers over him, gave him a peck on the forehead, then the last thing he remembered hearing was the snick of the door shutting.
~~~
Tripp
Jayme clomped down the steps a couple hours later. He looked like shit. His brow was furrowed, and his mouth was a thin angry line. Tripp watched him as he rubbed at the center of his chest with the heel of his palm. Jayme walked through the living room and into the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and cracked it open. He downed half of it, then wandered back into the living room; where he sat down at the other end of the couch from Tripp and set his water bottle on the coffee table.
He ran a hand over his short hair and sighed heavily, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Which is probably how he felt. He dropped his head back to the couch, then rolled it to look over at Tripp.
“Thanks for earlier.”
“You’re welcome. I didn’t know what you needed, I hope I did okay.”
“You did great. I really appreciate it.”
“Any time.”
“My mind is a fucking mess right now. I don’t even know what to do next,” Jayme croaked.
“Ask for a fucking paternity test. That’s what you do.” Tripp scoffed.
Jayme made an aggravated noise and leaned forward, dropping his head into his hands. “What if she’s right, and then I look like a fucking dickhead for questioning it?”
“It’s better to know for sure.”
“Yeah, I guess. I just can’t...believe...that she would have been cheating on me.”
“Dude, you weren’t giving her what she wanted. Why wouldn’t she go elsewhere?” He shrugged.
Jayme’s head shot up and he sent a glare at him. “Because she loved me?” he said incredulously.
“Sorry. You’re right. You’re absolutely right,” Tripp conceded, holding his hand up.
“But here’s the thing. She had stopped taking her birth control who knows how long before I realized it. We had sex at least twice a week, where I came inside of her. She never got pregnant. And now, she’s pregnant when I pull out? I find that hard to believe. I mean, what the hell are the odds of that?”
