Chapter 29
True to my wishes, I get to watch Remy in action. And yeah, my boy can work a room.
We’re at my grandpa’s cabin in the woods with all my brothers and a bunch of people from town. Some of them I haven’t even seen before, and I’m starting to question the human race. Who just follows a random person to a cabin in the woods? Haven’t they ever seen a slasher movie before?
I’m sipping a whiskey, eyes on Remy, dick somewhere between hard and soft. He’s smooth as fuck as this blond chick fawns all over him, eating up whatever bullshit comes out of his mouth and touching him every chance she gets. But I don’t focus on that part because it makes me feel weird things. Instead, I watch him. The flirty smile on his face, the way he bites his lips and holds eye contact with her, the way he keeps shifting his eyes to me to make sure I’m watching.
Oh, I’m fucking watching.
Whatever he says next has her nodding, and then Remy is heading my way while she stays on the old couch near the fireplace in the living room.
“You going to join or just perv?” he asks, grinning at me.
“You’re doing just fine on your own,” I tell him, but again, it makes me feel weird. We’re a package deal, right? Two for one? Sometimes just two without the one?
“Fine, but don’t get all jealous if she only wants me,” he calls my bluff. Too bad he’s got it backwards. It’s me who might only want him. For the first time in my life, I’m not overly looking forward to the third person.
Remy makes a few drinks—straight whiskey for himself, a top-up for me, and some mixer with vodka for the girl—and then his blue eyes dare me to join in before he goes back to her.
But I stay where I am for now. The cabin is small, and there are either a lot of people here tonight, or it’s just packed because of its size. I love a good party where no one gives a shit about anything but having fun and getting up to no good. My brothers are all having a good time, so it’s my turn to pick my fun for the night. A blond-haired, blue-eyed pilot is on my radar, and there isn’t a chance in hell I’m losing his signal. He’s up for this game, but I don’t exactly know where it leads.
“This your thing?” Dom asks, standing next to me against the counter. “You watch each other pick up and get off to it?” His eyes are on Remy, too.
I shrug at Dom, not sure what the answer is. I’ve watched Remy pick up a hundred times, but it’s different tonight. Dom’s a bit taller than me, so I straighten my slouch to match his height, and wonder if now’s the time to get some advice from him.
“He’s sexy when he picks up,” I admit. “No wonder no one ever turns him down.”
Dom keeps his eyes on Remy and the girl. “He is. When’d you two start fucking around together? How’d that even happen?”
I explain the Cody and Cara night, the accidental outing of a sexuality I never knew I needed to out, and the whole wingman situation. “I dunno. Fell into it, I guess, and now I can’t stop.”
“Your cock or your heart?” he asks.
Good fucking question. “Both, I think.” I still have no idea what any of this means, but I’m hooked on Remy, and I don’t know if it’s a fixation or… more. “How do you know who fucks who?” I ask, because yeah, it’s been tumbling around in my head a bit.
Dom laughs. “It just happens. Some guys have a preference and some go both ways. Won’t know till you try or talk.”
“Well, I’ve never… And he’s never.”
“Would you?”
“With him?” I ask, not waiting for him to answer. “I’m thinking about it. Like all the fucking time. Can’t stop thinking about it.”
“But you’re scared?” Dom asks.
“Fuck yes I’m scared. Of the sex a little, but mostly about crossing all those lines with Rem. Like… am I gay now? Does that just happen?”
“Maybe do some other shit before actual sex, yeah?” Dom laughs. “I didn’t even wanna admit I was gay at first. Like I wasn’t ashamed of it or anything, but it just felt like one of those things that’d make life harder and change everything. So even when I sucked his dick and liked it, I just kept telling myself it was the thrill of something new.”
“You saying I’m a closet gay like you?”
He scoffs. “Hell no. You like pussy. I hate it. Always have. Just hid it from you dipshits because I didn”t even wanna think about it at the time.”
“You’re the idiot for that one, bud.”
“I know. Glad that’s over now. Look, just try shit. Experiment. What better person to do that with than your best friend?”
Maybe anyone else. A stranger. A random. An escort. A one-night stand. Someone who doesn’t have strings attached or, gee, a fucking lifelong friendship on the line. “There’s more to lose if something goes wrong.”
“Who are we creeping on?” Genevieve asks, coming up to us with a red solo cup of white wine.
“Asks the girl who literally creeped on the trio through a window,” Four says, grinning as he kisses her temple. “Oh, Rem,” Four says, gravelly enough to make me squint at him while he watches Remy. “Shit. He’s pushing Gar status tonight.”
“Fucking right he is,” Laken says, pouring Gen more wine. “You gonna go play with him or what?”
“Where’re your boys at, Lakes?”
“Went for a piss. Probably got lost.”
“Think they”d be up for putting on a show?” I ask her.
“What show?”
Dom laughs and Four pulls Gen away from the prospect of a Kade show.
“I need that one to open up to two dicks,” I say, nodding at the girl now sitting on Remy’s lap. “Think you can convince her it’s gonna be a good time?”
Laken smirks.
Laken goes into friendly mode as soon as Remy brings Cami, the chick, over. Kade and Jed are here, standing by to fondle their woman even though they don’t know the plan. So Remy leans right into me, chest to fucking chest, reaching beyond me to grab a bottle off the counter behind me.
“What’re you playing at, Zahn? Laken your new wingman?” Remy’s hair tickles my temple, and his cheek grazes mine as he leans back.
“Something like that.” I meet his eyes and watch them fill with mischief and dares. Okay, just progressed from a semi to a hard-on. “You into her?”
He glances at Cami, but looks back to me quickly. “Only if you are.”
Might as well try it. I love threesomes, so I need to get on with it and stop feeling weird things.
“Cami,” he calls her over. “This is my best friend, Zahn.”
Dare grin for the win. She blushes but doesn’t look away. She’s a nice mix of flirty and confident, bashful and shy, and I’m liking it.
“Nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand.
“Oh, Zahn’s a hugger,” Laken says, being a better wingman than Remy.
I pull on the front of Cami’s sweater, bringing her in for a hug, and Remy takes the hint. He presses up behind her, wedging her between our bodies, and her blush deepens.
“Remy treating you right?” I ask.
“So right.” But her eyes keep glancing to the side.
With one perfectly barbed taunt, Laken has enticed both Kade and Jed into a bit of a show. Their hands are all over her, their mouths take turns, and Cami is entranced. I knew it would work. Remy looks at me over Cami’s head, smirking at my plan.
“They look like you,” Cami says.
“Brothers.”
“Oh. Are they…”
“Together?” Remy asks. “Yeah. They’re both with her. Think you could handle two guys?” Remy goads her.
Fuck, this is too easy. I mean, Cami is clearly up for whatever because she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it, and Remy might have put in all the legwork to pick her up, but all I had to do was stand here in all my glory. My feet haven’t even moved and I’m already in.
“I don’t think you two could handle me,” she teases.
We’re in.
“Are you just friends?” Cami asks.
No. We aren’t just friends anymore, but neither of us answer her with anything more than a grin.
Condoms are tossed, hands are washed, rides home are organized for Cami, and I’m stuck in my head. I slam a shot of whiskey to wash the taste of her from my mouth, but Remy is already rolling his eyes at me and getting in my face.
“Finally realize you have a brain in your head?” he asks, leaning into me again. “What’s up?”
“Drink this.” I hold a bottle of whiskey against his chest.
He smirks. “Oh, you are so fucking possessive it’s not even a joke anymore.”
Yeah, whatever. I don’t want her on his lips. “Come on, asshole. Let’s go.” I grab his wrist and drag him back to the room we just left.
“For what?” he asks, laughing.
I push his back against the wall and get in his face. “You sucked my cock while I was blindfolded. Now I wanna suck yours.”
Remy swallows, and the laugh dies on his lips. “Zahn…”
“No?” I ask, even though I can feel him hardening against my pelvis.
I want this. I want to do this so badly that I’m already salivating at the chance to replace her taste with his. A desperation washes over me, and I don’t know what it means, but it only craves Remy. Cami was fun, but I wasn’t into it. I’m a guy who thrives on vibes, and tonight didn’t have it. Tonight was overshadowed by jealousy because I wanted to have Remy’s full attention. And now I’m feeling like shit about it because I didn’t mean to disregard Cami like that, but fuck, I can’t help what I want.
Remy is what I want. I’m gonna have to have a long, hard talk in the mirror about my shifting stance on group sex. Jesus. Never saw this coming.
“Are you sure?” Remy asks.
“Remy.” I grab his jaw and cup his junk, making him groan. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. Say yes.”
He licks his lips, trying to lean forward to kiss me, but I back up. “Fuck. Yes. What’re you doing to me?”
I grin at him, but I don’t feel in a very humorous mood. “I’m sucking your cock because I fucking crave it.” I shut him up with that kiss he wanted, and then I’m ripping his shirt off and licking my way down his body, trying to savor it but way too rushed and desperate for that.
I’ve never sucked a dick in my life before. Never even wanted to. But kneeling before Remy, looking at his body, feeling this goddamn chemistry between us makes me ravenous for him.
The vibe is back. It’s right this time. I’m realizing that it’s always right when it’s just the two of us.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’ve had my dick sucked enough times to have a grasp on where to start. Plus, the way Remy is looking down at me with hooded eyes and wet lips has me empowered. He wants this as badly as I do, so fuck the hesitation and the fears and the worries about our friendship. We’ve already started this trip to damnation, so there’s no going back now. For tonight—the rest of the night—he’s mine. I’ll fucking keep his attention.
I unbutton his pants and slowly peel down the zipper, already anticipating that first lick. I’ve never craved cum or the taste of a dick, but I’m starting to notice that it has nothing to do with parts and fluids. It’s just him. Remy. The energy he exudes and the atmosphere he locks me in, tempting me with nothing but himself and the way he makes me feel.
“Hesitating?” he goads me into action.
I tug his pants down his legs and press my mouth to the bulge in his boxer briefs. When he groans, tensing and locking his fingers in my hair, my dick throbs and my inhale consists of nothing but the smell of him.
“Don’t doubt me now, Rem.” Even though I’m nervous, I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down, admiring the new view. Never had a dick spring free right in front of my face before, but I’m fucking here for it.
Except, now I get it. The shit chicks always say about size and ‘will it fit?’ Because now that Remy”s cock is right there, thick and hard and glistening at the tip, I’m almost wishing he was smaller so I don’t make a fool of myself and choke during my first blowie. But whatever. Looking stupid is one of my superpowers, so I bat away the hesitations and just go for it.
I lick the tip, and his fingers tighten in my hair. “Fuck, Zahn.”
Okay, confidence boost, engaged.
I wet my lips before licking him again. But instead of doing it hesitantly, a surge of pure want washes through me, and my fist grips the base of him, angling his cock exactly how I want it. I look up at him, running my tongue up the underside of him, suctioning my lips around the tip when I get to the top. Oh shit, yeah. I could get used to this.
I take him into my mouth, trying to replicate what I’ve seen so many do to me before. It’s experimental, but it doesn’t feel like an experiment. It feels like instinct. Either my mouth just knows what to do, or I want it so badly that I’m acting without overthinking. Silky, hard, slick and salty, I suck Remy’s cock all the way to the back of my throat, gagging at the intrusion.
“Jesus fuck, Zahn,” Remy groans, getting bossy enough to push on the back of my head and rock his hips. “Fuck you for being so good at everything.”
But it’s not good. There’s no skill involved. Remy’s just caught in this tension we create, and that speaks so much louder than sexual prowess or skill. It’s us. The combination of the two of us together. A lifetime of understanding and a trust level that soars above all else. The addition of sex and the desire to act on it only builds the fire that started burning some time ago, catching us in the flames before we even realized it was happening.
I lean forward on my knees, salivating all over him. Eagerness makes me sloppy, and I don’t fucking care because it affects him, too. Remy’s second hand joins his first in my hair, and the bossy, dominant side of him comes out. Instead of me sucking him off, he fucks my mouth with slow aggression. It’s not rough, but it’s domineering and authoritative, and shit, I think I have a control kink.
“Open wider,” he demands.
And just like that, I goddamn do it. Because he told me to. I widen my lips, open my throat, and even my eyes pop open. Remy doesn’t speed up his pace. He keeps it lazily dominant, rocking his hips to thrust into the back of my throat. He groans every time I gag, and instead of feeling stupid for choking, it turns me on to have my air cut off and to see how it lights Remy’s blue eyes brighter.
“You gonna swallow?” he asks, slightly smirking. “Because fuck, this is…” A lip bite is the end of his sentence.
My neck strains, my dick juts against the front of my pants, and my hands fall to my thighs to let Remy run this. Yes, I’m gonna swallow. Because now that he’s mentioned it, I’m fucking thirsting for it. I want him in me, filling me, owning me in a way no one else ever has before. The feeling of him in my mouth has me thinking about the pressure of him in my ass, and that thought doesn’t scare me. It makes me whine.
Me.I fucking whine!
“I knew you’d be sexy on your knees for me, Zahn. But this? Fuck.” He pulls out, rubbing his cock all over my lips. “Can I come in your mouth?”
Drool drips over my bottom lip at the thought of it. “Yeah. Fuck.”
Remy takes his hands off my head, silently commanding me to get him there. I suck him down greedily, bobbing my head and salivating all over his cock. I like the filth of it. The tears and the drool and the precum all mixing to make me messy.
“Mmm, I’m gonna come. Fuck… open.” He grabs my hair and yanks on it. Tilting my face up, I open my mouth and feel the head of his cock spasm against my tongue a second before warmth floods my mouth.
I choke, sputtering a bit, swallowing him down and letting his cum leak out the sides of my mouth. I moan because I love it. I moan because I love it so much more than I thought I would.
“Fuck, Zahn,” Remy rasps in the sexiest tone I’ve ever heard from him.
When he stops coming, I suck him down again, making him tremble as I clean him up and get one last desperate taste of him. I don’t know what all these chicks complain about. Swallowing a load is goddamn delicious.
I slow stroke him until he trembles, popping off his cock and leaning back on my knees to look up at him. I’m out of breath, sweating, and slick with a mixture of fluids. Remy looks down at me, basking in something like a glow, but it’s short-lived. He uses his hold on my hair to yank me to my feet, and then he spins me until my back hits the wall.
Anger, or something sinister, replaces his pleasure-high. “What the actual fuck was that, Zahn?” He bites my bottom lip, licking my chin, kissing me with so much force that I whimper again. “How the fuck did you do that?”
I can’t answer because he’s kissing my neck and his hand is going down my pants, and nothing but getting a selfish release consumes me. I moan low and long when his fingers wrap around my dick.
“How the fuck did you just… holy shit, that was so hot.” He sucks the skin under my jaw, jacking me off with so much more force than when he lazily fucked my mouth. “I never get off twice in a night, and you just made me come so fucking hard.”
My hips buck forward, seeking more friction. But Remy pushes on my chest.
“Did you like it?” he asks, his hand still moving. “Did you like my cock down your throat?”
Has he always had a dirty mouth? “Yes.” I close my eyes, but his hand comes up to squeeze my jaw, wanting more information. “Yes. Fuck. I really liked it.”
Remy grins at me right as my orgasm coils low in my stomach. “I can’t fucking wait to suck your dick again, Zahn.”
I choke on my groan, and my legs shake. Remy slows his hand and I come all over it and the inside of my pants. My eyes stay shut this time, but my mouth opens on instinct when Remy kisses me. He doesn’t stop kissing me until I’ve calmed down and gained the ability to kiss him back. When his forehead rolls against mine, we breathe hard and look down between our bodies. He’s hard again, but there’s nothing to do about it. My jeans have a wet spot on them and I kind of like how it looks.
“Zahn?” he asks, tilting my chin to look into my eyes. “You good?” He pulls his hand from my pants.
I pant hard. “So fucking good.” I give him a weak smirk, half delusional. “Thank you.”
Remy laughs, pushing back a few steps. He wipes his hand on my hoodie and shakes his head at me. “Did you just thank me?”
“Yeah. Didn’t know what else to say.” I sink against the wall and stand there in all my mess. “It seemed fitting. I’m too tired to think.”
Remy grabs me a spare pair of sweatpants that one of my brothers must have left here at one point. They smell a bit musty, but whatever. I change and flop down on my stomach, the bed cold. He opens the bedroom door to let in heat from the fire in the living room, then settles on his back beside me.
“That was hot as fuck, Rem.” I stretch out an arm and drape it over his stomach. “Like, so hot.”
He takes my hand and drags it down to his dick, showing me he’s still hard. “What’re you doing to me, Zahn?”
I dunno. But he’s doing it to me, too.
Sucked a dick. Check. Sucked Remy’s dick. Double check.