Travis
“So, you and Oakley?” Jameson asks as we settle in his living room after we had breakfast at Oakley’s house and I went home to get dressed and take a shower. I’d have preferred to spend the day taking Oakley’s big dick, but I figured I probably owe my best friend a couple of hours.
It hasn’t felt great keeping this from him.
And I don’t expect him to be too happy about it at first. He’s protective, and I get that. I feel the same about him. And I was critical of him getting involved with Garrison at first, so I can’t be too upset about this.
“Yes. Oakley and me.” He’s just staring at me, and I huff. “Stop.”
He looks shocked, throwing his hands up and shaking his head, but he’s smiling. “I’m sorry. It’s crazy, though, right?”
“Crazy good,” I say, and he looks shocked and amused at the same time. But I can’t lie to him. The sex. Jesus fucking Christ. The sex. It’s so damn good. My entire body lights up, thinking about his big hands all over me. His mouth . . .
Okay, I need to stop this train of thought. My best friend is right next to me.
“Wow.” He’s grinning now. “It must be really good. You should see the goofy-ass grin on your face right now.”
I don’t doubt it. I can’t seem to help it.
“It is good.”
He settles back into the couch, and I do the same, getting comfortable. “But what about Ryan? I know you said it’s separate, but didn’t you want to eventually meet him? Go out on a date? Get that sexy little smart twink you’ve been lusting after since high school?”
I thought I knew exactly what I wanted back then. That I’d get the hell out of Kensley and everything I knew. Just to stick it to my parents, who never let me have anything else. But also because I craved something different.
And that would be so different from everything I knew growing up, when it was all jocks and farming.
Different from Oakley.
But now that I’ve had Oakley? I don’t know.
My mind is a mess, and I want to just brush it off, make it all go away. But Jameson won’t drop it. I know that. “It is separate from that. That’s nothing right now, but this thing with Oakley . . .” I don’t really know how to finish my thought.
“This thing with Oakley?” he prods further, wanting an answer I don’t have.
“It’s fun.” I settle on the same answer again. “I’ve never really just had fun, you know?”
He looks concerned. “I know. And if this is what you want, that’s great. But I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I cock my head to the side, telling him without words he’s crazy. “Oakley isn’t going to hurt me.”
“Look, I care about Oakley. He’s a good guy. I know that. And Garrison, I mean, they might as well be twins. So yeah, I’ve grown fond of him.”
“But?”
“But he does what he wants when he wants. And I’m worried he’ll get bored with this, and where does that leave you?”
I absently rub at the spot on my chest above my heart that’s aching as I think about it.
I want to brush it off, say it wouldn’t bother me, but I’m not so sure.
I may be getting into this a little too deep.
“We both went into this knowing the score. Knowing it’s just sex.
He was looking for something easy. I guess I was too. ”
It made sense at first.
As much sense as it could make.
Jameson studies me closely, still looking far too suspicious. “Be careful.”
“I am being careful. It’s fun. That’s all I need right now.
” I keep telling myself that, and it makes sense.
Oakley is Oakley. He’s turned into a friend, and that part surprised me more than anything, but that’s it.
We’re friends. He’s straight and doesn’t want commitment.
I’m gay, and I want something real, but not until I have the rest of my life in line.
I’m saving up for college, and then I’m moving to a college town to get my degree. I can’t have anything tying me to this tiny little town. No small towns for me. I’m going to live in a big city and travel.
That’s not the life Oakley wants.
It’s something Ryan wants. I know that from the conversations we’ve had. He wants to travel and make a good living.
Oakley doesn’t care about that kind of stuff. He wants the simple life.
We’re just having fun.
I’ll just keep reminding myself of that when we’re together, and everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.
We’re. Just. Having. Fun.