by David Horne
When it was over and he slid out of me, I instantly wanted him back. It was the strangest thing and then he kissed me. He kissed me good and deep and fuck me, if my heart hadn’t felt that kiss. He kissed me like I was special, like I meant something to him. Yes, I knew it sounded ridiculous even as I’d had the thought but that was how it felt.
He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a wet cloth where he cleaned up my limp body. I was useless. I’d cum so hard; my limbs had forgotten how to work. And then he crawled into bed with me. Now, my policy with hookups was get off and get out but when he curled into me and wrapped those strong arms around me, I liked it. I liked it a little too much.
“I’ve had too much to drink to drive, so I’ll leave once I know the alcohol is out of my system. That okay?” he said, and I nodded, unsure of what my voice would sound like if I spoke.
He’d kissed my shoulder before turning out the lights and then he was back around me, spooning me and keeping me warm and I’d be damned if I didn’t fall asleep easier than I ever had and in the arms of a stranger no less.
I wasn’t surprised to find him gone when I woke up the next morning. What did surprise me was how disappointed I was. I didn’t know if he was from around here but I thought we could have possibly exchanged numbers so we could do this again whenever either of us was in town. But that was no longer a possibility.
I sighed and took a quick shower before I grabbed my overnight bag. I’d kept my suitcase in the trunk of my car, there was no need to bring the entire thing up for a night. I checked around the hotel for any signs of anything left behind. That was when I spotted the note on the dresser.
Last night was one of the best nights of my life. Thank you for being what I needed. I hope I did the same for you.
-L
I may have grinned like a loon as I folded the note and placed in in my wallet before I walked out of the hotel room. I quickly checked out and hopped in my car before I texted my parents I was on my way.
I thought of L, the entire forty-minute drive to Brooksburg, thoughts of him only left when I pulled up to my old childhood home. It had been five years since I’d been here, and my chest ached at the sight of it.
We were wealthy. But my parents didn’t live the lifestyle of wealthy people. My brother lived in a campus dorm, even though my parents could have easily gotten him an apartment. But they were big on us learning humility. But they took great pride in their home, I think it was the only thing they’d allowed themselves to splurge on. Mom had said she wanted us to always have a home to come home to, a home we could be proud of, a home that she and Dad worked hard for us to have.
It was a two-story French designed home made up of grey stone sliding and tall dormer roofs with white paneling. Bay windows were placed on either side of the front door and I could see movement inside of the house as I parked next to a black vehicle that I knew belonged to my brother. On the other side of his car was a silver car. I didn’t know who the car belonged to. Neither of my parents had mentioned buying a new car and they always parked in the garage whenever we were home so that we could come and go easily.
I got out of the car and the front door to the house swung open as my mother came flying toward me. I couldn’t help but laugh as she plowed into me. I instantly wrapped her up in my arms as she squeezed the life out of me.
“I swear, Sawyer, if you ever stay gone this long again, I will take you over my knee,” she mumbled into my shirt and I held on tighter. The sudden wave of emotions hit me like a Mack truck, and they only grew stronger when my dad stepped out onto the porch. He was older but he still looked damn good for a man who was soon turning sixty. Carter and I got our looks from our dad with our dark hair and blue eyes. I got his height while Carter got his from our mother. She was light where we were dark with her blonde hair and brown eyes. Dad smiled as he took me in, and it was a smile I’d missed more than I realized. He walked over and joined us in our hug, and it took all I had not to cry.
I held on to my parents as they murmured how much they’d missed me and man, wasn’t I lucky?
“Can you guys move the love fest inside,” a voice said from the door and I looked up to find my little brother standing there with a goofy grin on his face. His hair was different from the last time I’d scrolled through his Instagram page. It looked good on him.
“You could just join in you little prick,” I said playfully, and Carter rolled his eyes. But then he was rushing me as well and I laughed as he wiggled his way between our parents and hugged me. I squeezed them all as tightly as I could and tried to remember why in the hell I’d stayed away from this so long.
A shuffle of movement caught my attention and I glanced at the door to see a figure watching us. Then as he stepped out into the light, every part of me froze as a familiar set of hazel eyes met mine. Recognition hit us both at the same time and we stood there frozen with wide eyes.
“Who…,” I mumbled just as my brother extricated himself from me. He glanced at me and then over his shoulder before he looked back at me with a grin.
“Oh, Sawyer, this is my roommate and best friend Logan. He’s going to be staying with us for Christmas break. Logan, this is my big brother Sawyer.”
L… my sexy as fuck hookup from last night was standing right in front of me. Not only was he here, but I was going to have to endure keeping my hands off of him for the next two weeks. This vacation just suddenly became a whole lot more complicated than I expected.
Chapter Three
Logan
This can’t be happening. This thought ran through my head a million times as I stood there staring at the man from last night. The man I’d looked at and thought, “Wow, he looks so much like Carter. Carter the man I loved but didn’t love me back. I could do this. I could fuck him and pretend it’s Carter just so I can get it out of my system.” But things hadn’t really turned out that way. The second I’d kissed the man; I knew there would be no pretending because everything about him was so different from Carter but in the best sort of ways. I’d never lost myself in a person the way I’d lost myself in him. He’d been perfect and when I found myself thinking I’d love nothing more than to kiss him awake and go for round two, I knew that I’d needed to leave. I’d acted on hurt feelings and ended up having the best sex of my entire life.
So, of course fate would decide to hand me a big, fat, fuck you by making the man, Carter’s big brother. It felt like my stomach was trying to fall out of my body as we stared at one another with matching looks of shock. But then Carter was glancing between us and I schooled my face to a friendly expression and casually walked over as I held out my hand.
“Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Logan.” That seemed to snap him out of his shock because he too put on a smile before he shook my hand. The second his palm met mine, I nearly whimpered because I remembered the way his hands slid over my body. The way he’d gripped my cock and stroked me as he’d sucked me off. The way they’d rubbed across my back and dug is as I’d pounded inside of him. The way they’d gripped my hair as I kissed him through his orgasm.
His breaths picked up as if he was having the same thoughts. We snatched our hands away from each other as if they were on fire.
“Oookay,” Carter said, and I glanced at him to find him frowning at the both of us. I knew we were acting weird, but I had no clue what the protocol was for finding out your hookup from the night before was your best friend’s big brother.
Sawyer cleared his throat as his gaze met mine. “It’s nice to meet you, Logan. I apologize if I seem a bit off, I had a very, very long night. It left me a bit- wrecked.” A wicked smile appeared on his face and I knew I was blushing. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
“Let’s get out of this cold,” Sheila said as she ushered us back inside. I didn’t have to turn around to know Sawyer had eyes on me. I could feel them searing my skin. I had no idea how I was going to make it the next two weeks. I was either going to come out of my skin with pretending
I didn’t know what it felt like to be inside of Sawyer, or I’d end up sneaking into his room and fucking him while I covered his mouth so no one could hear his moans of pleasure. Yeah, I was almost certain this vacation was going to be the death of me.
While Sheila and Brandon, dragged Sawyer to the living room, I escaped to my room. I called it my room because it was the one, I always stayed in when I came to visit. There was a king-sized bed in the center of the room with a grey tufted, headboard and matching comforter. It was the softest mattress I’d ever been on and it was one of the things I loved about visiting. But now I was looking at my bed and imaging a certain Dallas brother sprawled out on the bed, waiting for me to take him. It wasn’t the first time I’d had this thought, except it was usually Carter in my fantasies. Now, it was Sawyer. He’d been consuming my thoughts since I’d left the hotel that morning. I’d almost left him my number with my note but then I’d thought it was best not too.
“Fuck, this is screwed up,” I grumbled.
“What is?”
I jumped at the sound of Carter’s voice and turned to see him leaning against the door to my room. He was still dressed in his pajama bottoms, a pair of Christmas themed ones that I’d gotten him last year. His hair was still ruffled from sleep and my hands itched to smooth it out for him. I took him for a moment and found myself comparing him to his brother. I’d always liked smaller men and the way they felt soft against my hard frame. But last night proved that I liked them big as well… no I loved it. Having all that hard muscled and strength matching my own had been such a turn on I thought I was going to lose my mind.
This was the most screwed up situation I’d ever found myself in. I was lusting after my best friend’s brother, while inadvertently being in love with said, straight best friend. How was this my life?
“It’s nothing. I was just thinking about school,” I said, and Carter nodded.
“We’re on vacation, man. No more talk of school or work. We get to relax for a few weeks. Come on, Mom’s making breakfast and since Sawyer is home, I’m sure it’s going to be full of his favorite foods.”
I didn’t want to be anywhere near Sawyer but at the same time I wanted to be everywhere he was. This was going to be the longest vacation of my life.
We walked into the dining room and it took every bit of effort that I had to not stare at Sawyer as I entered. That was until I realized he was sitting in the chair next to the one I normally sat in. I glanced at the table and wondered if anyone would really notice if I sat next to Carter instead of in my normal spot. I decided to take the chance and sat next to him. He frowned at me but didn’t say anything.
Sheila came in with what looked to be a plate of crepes, stacked higher than I’d ever seen. She then brought in fresh fruit, whipped cream, eggs and enough bacon to feed an army.
“Mom, this looks amazing,” he said with a smile as he began prepping a crepe. I watched in utter fascination as he scooped on a pile of whipped cream and as if he could feel me watching him, his eyes darted to mine before he swiped a finger through the whipped cream on his crepe and sucked it into his mouth. I made a sound that I wasn’t proud of before I covered it with a cough. My face was flushing red as my coughing became a wheeze.
“Dude, are you okay?” Carter said as he began banging on my back. I was finding it hard to breathe. I’d never met a human demon before, but I was pretty sure that’s exactly what Sawyer Dallas was. A demon sent to fulfill my sexual fantasies all the while sucking my soul dry in the process.
I took a drink of orange juice before I assured Carter, I was fine. I shot Sawyer a glare and he only smirked as he continued plating his food. I averted my attention from him long enough to plate up my own food but as I bit into it, I could barely taste anything. I was so out of my element and I didn’t know what to do to gain the upper hand. I had hoped Sawyer would do the smart thing and pretend nothing happened, but he seemed dead set on making me as uncomfortable as possible.
Conversation between them all flowed easily, and it was nice to see them all together again. I’d been a guest during the holidays on more than one occasion and Sawyer was always a topic of discussion. His pictures were all over the house, which is why I should have recognized him. Then again, the photos were older, and he looked a lot younger. He’d gained some muscle over the years and had gotten a decent tan. But for the most part, he was the spitting image of Carter. I should have seen it.
Brandon cleared his throat and we all looked up to look at him. He glanced at Sheila and a small smiled appeared on his face as he took us all in.
“It’s really great to have you boys home. We know that it’s been a hard year with new jobs and graduation coming up. Sheila and I have been trying to come up with something we could give you guys to show you how proud we are of you. All of you,” he said while giving me a pointed look.
I tried not to squirm. The Dallas’ have always made me feel like I was one of them, ever since the first time Carter brought me home. They were great people and I was lucky to be brought into the fold.
“Anyway, we couldn’t really come up with anything substantial so we settled on something we all could enjoy,” Sheila said before she stood up and moved toward the living room. Carter and I glanced at each other with equal looks of confusion on our faces.
Sheila returned with three separate envelopes in her hands. She handed one to me, Carter, and Sawyer. We all stared down at them until Sheila waved her hands impatiently.
“Open them!”
So, we did. At first, I didn’t know what I was staring at but then I read the familiar airline name on the top of the plane tickets.
“Family vacation!” Sheila shouted excitedly. “I couldn’t think of a better way to relax than for us to go on a real vacation. We haven’t been on one in so long with all of us being so busy with work and school. So, this is the perfect time!”
I stared down at the tickets again and read the destination. “St. Lucia?”
“What better to way to get away from the cold and have some fun than a Caribbean vacation? We already have the hotel booked and it is gorgeous.” Sheila seemed to swoon as she began to describe the hotel where we were staying. It was one of the most famous hotels on the island.
“There are no TV’s in the suites, so it forces you to get out and enjoy the island,” Brandon said with a roll of his eyes.
“Exactly!” Sheila shouted. “Get out of your rooms, enjoy the water, the scenery. It’s perfect!” She turned to Carter and her smile widened. “We booked three suites. One for Daddy and me, and another for Carter and Kimberly.”
“What?” Carter said at the same time my heart lodged itself in my throat. My hands clenched themselves into fist as Sheila went on. I tried to tune her out, but she was too excited about all of this to ignore.
“Kimmy,” Sheila said as if Carter was slow. “You know, Kimmy, your ex- girlfriend who for some reason you’re pretending isn’t still your girlfriend? That Kimmy. I ran into her and her mom when I was planning this whole thing and thought I would invite her. It’s not like she’s a stranger to family vacations and let’s be honest here, we all know that once graduation is over, you two are going to be back together.”
I stared down at my lap and clenched my jaw. Her words were like knives to my heart. I knew I was being ridiculous. Carter isn’t gay. Not only that, nothing she said was a lie. Carter had been abstinent for as long as I’ve known him. For him, it has always been Kimberly. But with us in Georgia and her in New York, the distance had been too much for them. But they loved each other. They still video chatted and talked on the phone while I ignored the jealousy that would bubble up in my stomach every time, I heard her voice.
So yeah, as much as it was killing me. I knew it was something I was going to have to face sooner or later. Things were already going to be different once graduation came. Carter was coming back home while I was hopefully heading off to medical school in Maryland. It was inevitable that I’d have to let my feelings for him
die, but it was coming sooner that I thought.
I felt eyes on me and looked up to find Sawyer staring at me. His brows were furrowed as if he was trying to figure me out. The last thing I needed was him figuring out that I was in love with his brother. As if things weren’t awkward enough as it was.
I glanced away and over to Carter who was staring wide eyed at his mom.
“So, Kimmy is coming with us to The Caribbean and you’ve put us in a room together?”
“Yes. And the third room is for Logan and Sawyer. I hope you two don’t mind. I figured you two would get along great considering you have so much in common,” she said, and I saw it then, the tiny glint her eyes.
“Oh no,” Carter groaned. “Mom,” he began, and she waved him off as if whatever he was about to say wasn’t important.
Blood rushed to my ears and drowned out whatever else Sheila was saying. Because all I could think about was spending the next week sharing a room on an island with Sawyer Dallas.
Chapter Four
Sawyer
None of us had packed for a tropical vacation and it wasn’t likely that we’d find anything out shopping, so Mom had made us go online and shop. I was excited for the tropical vacation. It was just what the doctor ordered. Except my prescription hadn’t included a gorgeous man. It should have because I was liking the idea more and more. I hadn’t missed the look in Mom’s eyes when she announced Logan and I would be sharing a suite. Subtle, that woman was not.
I came out to my parents when I was sixteen years old. I’d been struggling with my sexuality for years before I finally accepted, I was gay. I’d been the most popular guy in my class. I had tons of friends, the highest grades, and I was attractive. Everyone knew my family was loaded and even though we didn’t flaunt our wealth, people still reacted to it. Women used to throw their daughters at me to date them and I did date a few. That was when things got tricky for me.
