Chapter 13 Candrin
CANDRIN
Huddled under the covers
Even though it was early evening, I climbed into bed and huddled under the covers.
My head was battered on all sides by firstly, missing Tanner, secondly being attracted to his brother—majorly attracted as in fall into bed and fuck minutes after meeting—and there was guilt at betraying Tanner when I still wanted him.
I had visions of being in bed with him and Huston, one of them fucking my hole and the other my mouth.
Me exposing my length to Huston who then kinda got off on it based on the bulge at his crotch made everything worse. But the cherry on top was Huston bringing out his cock like it was no big deal. Samesies!
Not the same. His was beautiful and pink and I wanted it in my ass or my mouth, and when he was done squirting cum in my hole or between my lips, I’d wrap my mouth around it and suck until he screamed my name.
Closing my eyes didn’t help. Visions of Huston’s cute smile, his watchful eyes and… gods his cock. I wanted it so badly my hole ached for him.
My grumbling belly interrupted my tortured thoughts, reminding me I hadn’t eaten.
Damn, that dinner Tanner made was probably still sitting in the microwave.
Or had I taken it out? Maybe I had. Perhaps I’d eaten it, though I didn’t think so.
My memories from this evening of anything but Huston were vague, and my belly was signaling I hadn’t eaten.
I recalled a half eaten packet of candy in my bag and rummaged around, tossing out work-related stuff until I found it.
Propping myself up on the pillows because I was terrified of choking, I sucked on a candy.
If it’d been the soft kind, I would have downed the bag’s contents in less than a minute, but it was hard and as it sat on my tongue, the sweetness flooding my mouth, I contemplated my future.
I couldn’t think beyond this weekend. Even going further than that to the next seven days was a stretch. Much as I wanted to be in Tanner’s arms, him being crushed when I admitted to liking him and his brother was too much.
He must have sensed me thinking about him because he texted moments later.
Miss you. Did you meet my brother? I think you’ll like him.
No, Tanner, stop. I shoved the phone under the covers, attempting to unsee the message. But it beeped again. I ignored it while I ate another candy but curiosity got the better of me and I scanned the message.
In some ways we’re very similar but in others we couldn’t be more different.
I put both hands over my face, trying to block out the world.
Instead two images popped into my head. One of Tanner’s very fine cock and the other of his brother’s length.
They were both so lick-worthy, my own dick swelled.
I slid a hand under the covers to my length but after one tug, I gave up, my head filled with conflicting dick pics.
Tanner.
Huston.
Tanner.
Huston.
I couldn’t choose.
A gentle knock at the door had me freeze. No way could Huston come into my room. He’d scent the slick that was dribbling from my entrance onto the bedding and it’d be game over. Or more likely cock in hole.
“I put your dinner outside.”
“Thanks.”
“Tanner messaged asking if you were okay.” He paused. “I didn’t mention us showing one another our dicks. I’m sure he’ll laugh about it when I tell him but it needs to be in person.”
“Yeah.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“But if you were expecting a friend, maybe meet them at their place. Tanner’s kind of weird about a tenant having someone sleepover.”
“Okay.”
Footsteps getting fainter told me Huston had left but I waited another minute in case he was lingering at the top of the stairs. Leaping out of bed, I grabbed the tray and closed the door as quietly as I could.
After stuffing my face, I studied the dirty plate and cutlery.
I couldn’t leave them in the room overnight.
They might attract ants, or worse a mouse.
I hated mice. Molly used to lay traps in the kitchen and I always freaked when I saw a dead mouse.
She wasn’t fazed and disposed of the dead bodies out back. Gross!
Are you okay? Huston said he met you. If you’re having second thoughts about us sleeping together, you can tell me.
Gods, shouldn’t Tanner be focused on flying his plane? His passengers needed him concentrating on getting them to their destination safely, though I didn’t know if he was still at the airport in the city or he’d landed somewhere or he was taking a break and someone else was in the cockpit.
It was silly to get irritated at him when it was me who fucked up big time.
I typed out a message, deleted it and started again. I did meet him. He’s cool and he reminds me of you.
That was all true but there was a heap of information I’d left out. Best to confess in person.
I counted the seconds and the minutes until I heard a door close. Maybe Huston’s bedroom? Sleep was not happening for me and I needed to stretch my legs but I waited another hour before creeping downstairs with the tray but as I reached the bottom stair, the fork clattered to the floor.
“No, don’t come out,” I said to myself as I picked up the fork and hid in the kitchen. The ticking of the kitchen clock marked the passing of time but there was no indication that Huston was on his way downstairs.
After dealing with the dishes, I strode onto the porch and then into the garden, enjoying the sensation of damp grass under my bare feet.
Wandering around the back in the direction of where Huston had gone earlier, I headed toward the shed where Father’s motorbike was parked.
Peeking inside to make sure it was still there, I walked further away from the house where the trees grew close together.
Turning to face the building, my gaze was drawn to a light on the second floor.
It had to be Huston’s room. Time had no meaning as I stood staring at it until a face appeared at the window.
Dropping to the ground, I peeked between the long blades of grass as Huston leaned on the window sill.
He seemed to be staring right at me but that wasn’t possible.
No way could his eyesight pick me out in the darkness, lying flat on the ground.
He stood there for ages and with my nose close to the earth, I inhaled different aromas.
There was the dirt itself and the grass, but Tanner’s scent was here too, and yet it was different, more wild somehow.
I picked up Huston’s, but just as with his brother’s, his scent wasn’t exactly the same. Weird.
When Huston left his place at the window and retreated into his room, I stood up and brushed dirt off my clothes. I hadn’t bothered to change and was still in my work clothes.
Hoping Huston wouldn’t poke his head outside again, I crept over the grass and into the house. Now I needed a shower. Based on Huston’s window, his bedroom must be next to the bathroom. Damn, why couldn’t these older houses have a bathroom attached to each bedroom?
No way could I sleep in dirt-encrusted clothes so I checked if there was a light under Huston’s door. Nope. Into the bathroom I went and closed the door. I flung my dirty clothes on the floor, stood under the water and soaped up.
If Tanner had been here, we could have played in the shower and by played I mean pumped one another’s dick until we came. I envisioned Huston interrupting and joining us, all three of us naked, soapy and with someone’s hand other than mine on my cock.
Shit, I hadn’t brought in any clean clothes and I’d left my towel in my room. Gods, I was a dumbass. A dumbass who could only think of his landlords’ engorged cocks.
I refused to put on my dirty clothes so with them clutched in my hand, I gripped the door handle and cracked it. Safe. Me and my bare butt could scuttle into my room and Huston would be none the wiser.
One step and the floor creaked. At that moment, I hated old houses. That wasn’t remotely true but the floorboards were giving me away. Another step and another squeak. Wood scraped against wood as a door opened and light flooded onto the wooden floor.
Huston’s scent assaulted my nostrils and I told myself not to turn around. Don’t do it. Nothing good will come of it. Don’t do it. But I didn’t listen to the voice in my head. As I glanced over my shoulder, Huston was silhouetted in the light and he was butt naked.
Not being able to resist, I faced him and my hard cock sent an unmistakable message.