24. Kyle
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
KYLE
A fter an hour’s nap, Ren seems to have finally come back to Earth.
I can’t deny the satisfaction that comes from blowing his mind, as confusing as it is for my own sexuality.
I have been firmly straight forever. Not even a doubt in my mind.
But now, I just don’t know.
Am I bi? Or am I just gay for Ren?
My thoughts are endless, but there’s one that seems to be the loudest.
I want to do it again .
“We should go out. I feel like celebrating this newfound superpower I’ve unlocked, or rather, you unlocked. Seriously, Kyle. I never knew what a prostate even felt like! My mind is blown. You have to let me try it on you.”
“Uh . . . I think I’ll pass on that particular experience.” The truth is, I don’t see that for myself. But what I do think about is sliding into Ren’s tight, hot ass with my bare cock instead of my fingers. “But I’m down to go to a bar and celebrate finger-banging my best bro.”
Ren tips his head back, roaring with laughter, and I join in.
He finally settles down, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Dude. No you did not. That is fucking savage!” he hoots. “And you know I love it.”
Ren requests an Uber, then we quickly eat a frozen pizza and get ready to go out.
We sit in the backseat together for the short ride to the bar, holding hands.
The closest town to our campsite shares a name with Ren’s ex-fling, and I peer at him out of the corner of my eye to see if he notices.
Welcome to Page, Arizona is scrawled across a giant concrete block in the middle of the desert.
“Fuckin’ Paige,” Warren mumbles, shaking his head. “First time I’ve thought about her this entire trip if I’m being honest.”
Good.
I don’t want him thinking about her anymore . . . I want him to think about me.
When we arrive, we thank our driver and eagerly hop out, ready for a cold beer.
The bar is also a brewery that seems like a pretty chill hangout spot. It’s rustic and comfortable, instantly putting me at ease.
Overstuffed black leather couches line one wall, with a giant wood-burning stove in the middle that’s not lit. Old wine barrels act as cocktail tables scattered throughout. The bar itself is in the back, and it’s huge .
“ Wow. This place is sick,” Ren murmurs.
The ceiling is vaulted, lined with wooden planks and exposed metal pipes. We pass an old fermentation vessel used for decoration, and I’m really just feeling the whole vibe.
I hum my agreement, grabbing Ren’s hand without thinking and tugging him toward the back of the bar. “Looks like they have a nice selection of craft beers.”
“I’m gonna need to try at least five,” Ren says, and I turn my head, side-eyeing him while we walk. “ What? ” he asks, sounding defensive. “That would be me holding back. Not only do I want to try them all, I also want to support local, small businesses.”
I grumble and Ren just laughs, knowing I can’t argue with the business aspect.
We choose two seats at one end, and the woman behind the bar walks over to us. Her purple hair is shaved on the bottom and pulled up into a messy bun.
“Nice hair,” she says, complimenting Ren’s man bun.
“Ditto,” he replies with a charismatic smile.
“I’m Janie. What can I get for ya? Gonna need to see some ID from you boys though.”
Ren smiles wide, showing all his teeth, and brandishing his excellent fake ID. “Of course, Janie. I’m Ren and this is Kyle. Can I get a Hoptimus Prime ?”
I hand her my own fake, ordering the same as Ren.
She looks a little skeptical but doesn’t comment.
“First one’s on me,” Ren whispers into my ear, grabbing my hand underneath the bartop and gently stroking my fingers.
A shiver runs through me, but Ren lets go when the bartender places our beers in front of us.
Ren holds his glass up. “Cheers,” he says with a devious little smirk. “To, you know what inside you know where .”
I chuckle, clanking my glass with his and taking a healthy swallow of the cool, citrusy, and slightly bitter ale. “Mmm. This one’s really good.”
Ren hums his agreement, and we swivel around, scanning the place and the people in it.
Two girls unfortunately catch my eye, smiling seductively at us. I elbow Warren, and he follows my gaze, landing on the beautiful blonde and sexy brunette across the room.
Ren stiffens, which isn’t his usual response to two gorgeous women staring at us. He’d normally be attempting to wingman for me, or maybe even pull them both for himself. “ The pact, ” he grits out as if I could have forgotten. As if I can’t still feel his tight walls clamping around my fingers while he comes.
“ I know, ” I snap back somewhat defensively.
I give the girls a simple up-nod, acknowledging them before we spin back around and face the bar. I grab a pretzel from the little bowl that Janie set in front of us and stuff it in my mouth.
The enticingly sweet scents of lavender and vanilla suddenly surround us, and a soft arm brushes against my own.
“Hey. I’m Nani, and this is my friend Chelsea.” She points to the shorter blonde next to her. “Do you guys live around here, or are you on vacation?”
She’s pretty forward, and although Ren usually goes for girls like that, I’ve always gravitated toward the shy ones.
“Just passin’ through,” Ren replies somewhat dismissively, taking another swig of his beer.
I grab his upper thigh under the bar and squeeze, silently urging him to be nice. But I guess it was the wrong move to make because his eyes zero in on my mouth, darkening as he stares at me like he’s about to devour me in front of everyone here.
And I might just let him.
“Oh, I get it! So sorry,” Nani says with a giggle.
“You get what?” I ask, my brows creasing in the middle.
“That you’re boyfriends, silly. I should have realized. It’s kinda obvious. And now I just feel rude for hitting on you.”
Ren chuckles with clear amusement, staring at me as if he’s just waiting for my reaction. But honestly, it makes this whole situation easier if they just believe that we are together.
“We are,” I confirm, grabbing Ren’s hand and threading our fingers together, placing them on top of the bar. I give him a reassuring squeeze when I glance over and see the shock on his face.
Nani sighs wistfully, “It’s not fair that all the good ones are gay. Or married. ”
Chelsea elbows her friend, clearly embarrassed. “ Nani! ”
But Nani doesn’t seem to care, giggling at her own joke. “ What? Single, straight guys our age can seriously suck sometimes, and you know it, girl. Especially the ones I always seem to choose. All that alpha male bullshit? No, thank you. ”
“I’ll give you that,” Ren agrees, holding up his beer. “Fuck toxic masculinity.”
“ Fuck toxic masculinity, ” we all echo, taking a swig of our beers in solidarity.
We start to chit-chat, learning that the girls are local and have also been best friends since they were kids. They’re a couple years older and don’t need fake IDs like we do.
“Let’s all take a selfie.” Ren pulls out his bulky-ass camera that I didn’t even realize he brought.
“Better yet, Janie can.” Nani holds out her palm and wiggles her fingers with a sultry little smile. Her dark hair is sleek and straight, cascading over her shoulders and reaching the middle of her back. Her makeup is painted on perfectly, making her bronze skin glow, and her natural nails are filed to a sharp point. “She loves me! Promise. ”
Ren hesitantly hands his camera over, and we watch as Nani flirts with the bartender next, asking her to take a group shot of us.
We all wrap our arms around each other, holding up our beers and smiling wide for the camera.
“This will be great on our string lights, huh?” Ren whispers to me.
I hum my agreement, chugging the rest of my beer and ordering something sweeter before Janie runs off to a less needy set of customers.
“Make that two!” Ren shouts at her back as she grabs new glasses.
“Hey, guys? Wanna see the patio?” Chelsea asks with a friendly smile once our beers are full again.
“Sure,” I say, pulling Ren after me since our hands are still intertwined.
We weave through a few people and a couple of them give us sideways glances, but no one here knows us, so I really don’t care.
I can hold a boy’s hand if I want to.
Kiss him too.
The longer the night goes on, the more intoxicated we all become.
I have no idea what number of beers any of us are on.
“Did your tongue piercing hurt?” Nani asks Ren. “I’ve been thinking of getting it done.”
“Not as bad as my nipple. I could only do one.” Ren shivers, likely remembering how he bawled his eyes out at the tattoo parlor in front of a bear of a man who had just shoved a needle through his flesh.
I cringe just thinking about it.
“Word.” Nani nods, taking it all in before she turns to me. “And how about you? Does it feel extra good when he sucks you off?”
I nearly spit a mouthful of beer into her face.
“ Nani! ” Chelsea shouts again, but it seems like she’s pretty used to her brazen bestie.
“I . . . Uh . . . I . . . It’s nice, ” I settle on lamely.
Ren throws his head back, laughing loudly and drawing attention to our little group. He nearly tips backward in his chair before I reach out and grab a handful of his T-shirt, pulling him back to the ground.
“ Nice? ” Nani asks in disbelief, scoffing. “I’m sure this one’s mouth is more than nice .” She trails the points of her fingernails along Ren’s forearm.
“Nani, you’re embarrassing them and being inappropriate,” Chelsea whispers.
I’m thankful she seems a little more reserved and can reel her friend back in. The drunker Nani gets, the worse her filter becomes, until it’s almost nonexistent.
Nani cackles, her dark eyes glassy and unfocused.
“ Whatever. ” She chugs the rest of her beer, raising a hand to get one of the server’s attention. “I’m getting nachos.”
“I’m so sorry,” Chelsea says to the two of us as her friend orders. “She just broke up with her boyfriend, and we went out looking for a hook up.”
“It’s fine,” I assure her, although I wrap a protective arm around Ren’s shoulder, not wanting Nani to touch him again.
He’s mine to touch.
And his tongue is mine to enjoy.
We all share Nani’s nachos, and I ensure the girls have a safe ride home before I call an Uber of our own.
Chelsea and I exchange social media while our best friends drunkenly argue over the last jalape?o.
“I need to wash my hands,” Ren says, standing from the table and peering around for the bathrooms.
“We’ll catch you later. It was fun hanging out!” I holler to Chelsea as I follow after Ren, making sure I don’t lose him in the crowd.
I push through the men’s room door, glancing around at the few other people standing at urinals or washing their hands.
Ren is at one of the sinks, so I stand next to him with my arms crossed, waiting for him to finish.
“So, you think it’s nice when I suck your cock?” Ren says way too loudly, and the man two sinks down stares at us in the mirror with wide, unblinking eyes.
My dick starts to harden in my pants despite the uncomfortable situation.
I shush him, grabbing his wrist and storming out of there and straight for the exit.
The ride home is ripe with sexual tension as the oblivious Uber driver bobs his head to the EDM song he’s blasting.
My cock is throbbing in my jeans, so I subtly press the heel of my palm to my straining erection, adjusting it.
The driver drops us off right in front of the RV, and as soon as he drives away, Ren practically launches himself at me.
Our lips seal together, and our tongues tangle as we stumble to the RV.
Ren struggles to get the keys out of his tight jeans, so I brush his hand away impatiently, shoving my own deep into his pocket and grazing his hard cock along the way. I slide them out and unlock the door, swinging it open and kicking it shut behind me.
We shed our clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs as we make our way to the bedroom.
I need to feel his mouth on me, and I think I’m ready to give him that same pleasure in return.