Contents
JustaBitConfusing
Prologue
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
Chapter6
Chapter7
Chapter8
Chapter9
Chapter10
Chapter11
Chapter12
Chapter13
Chapter14
Chapter15
Chapter16
Chapter17
Chapter18
Chapter19
Chapter20
Chapter21
Chapter22
Chapter23
Chapter24
Chapter25
Chapter26
Epilogue
AbouttheSeries
JustaBitConfusing
(Book#5intheStraightGuysseries)
AlessandraHazard
The Straig htGuysse rie s:
XavierandSage:
(Book#0.5)
DerekandShawn:
(Book#1)
AlexanderandChristian:
(Book#2)
JaredandGabriel:
ZachandTristan:
RyanandJames:JustaBitConfusing(Book#5)
Copyright©2015AlessandraHazard
Editor:ElizabethBalmanno
Allrightsreserved.Thisbookoranyportionthereofmaynotbereproducedorusedinanymannerwhatsoeverwithoutthe
expresswrittenpermissionoftheauthorexceptfortheuseofbriefquotationsinabookreview.
Thisstoryisaworkoffiction.Names,characters,andeventsaretheproductoftheauthor’simagination.
Thisbookcontainsexplicitsexandgraphiclanguage.
Publishe r’sNote :
SincethisbookissetinEngland,someBritishEnglishwordsareretained,butspellingconformstoAmericanEnglishconventions.
Allcharactersinthisbookarecompletelyfictionalandbearnoresemblancetoanylivingperson.Anyresemblancetoactualeventsis
purelycoincidental.
—JustaBitConfusing —
Bestfriends,inseparablesincechildhood,oneinlovewiththeother,theotherstraightandinlovewithawoman.
Storieslikethisdon’thaveahappyending;JamesGraysonknowsit.Heputsonasmile,helaughs,hejokes,andhepretendshe’s
finewhenRyankisseshisgirlfriendinfrontofhim—untilhecan’t.
Exceptnothingiseasyandlettinggoturnsouttobemuchharderthanonemightthink.Somebondsaretoostrongtobebroken,
evenforastraightman.Andsometimesloveanddesirecanhavedifferentfacesandlayers.
Astoryoftwomentryingtofunctionwithouteachotherandfailing.
—JustaBitConfusing —
Prologue
RyanHardawaymetJamesWilliamArthurGraysonwhentheywerebotheightyearsold.
Theirfirstmeetingdidn’tgowell.
“Youlooklikeaponce,”Ryantoldtheblondboyinweirdclothes.Whatkindofidiotworesuch
fancyclothestothepark?
Theweirdboy’sweirdblue-greeneyesstaredathimweirdly,asifRyanwastheweirdone.
“Youlookpoor,”theboysaidinaposhvoice,asifbeingpoorwastheworstkindofinsult.
Ryanflushed.Hisfamilywaspoor,andRyanwasoldenoughtoknowthatbeingpoorsucked,
buthewasn’toldenoughnottobeembarrassedbyit.ThatwashowRyanfoundhimselfturning
brightredandtacklingtheotherboytotheground.Inhisdefense,hewaseight.
Itwassafetosaytheboy’sfancyclothesnolongerlookedveryfancyafterthefifteenminutes
theyspentrollinginthemud,kickingandyelling.
Atlast,theytiredthemselvesoutandjustlayinthemud,gaspingforairandglaringateach
other.
TheblondponcehadmudonhisnoseandRyanlaughed.
Theboyglaredathim.“What?”
“Nowyouactuallylooklikeanormalboy,”Ryansaid,grinning.“Thoughyoufightlikeagirl.”
Theboykickedhimandsatup.HelookeddownhismuddynoseatRyanandsaid,“The
GraysonshaveservedandfoughtfortheEnglishkingssincethesixteenthcentury.I’llhaveyouknow
Ilearnedfencingattheageoffive.”
Ryanblinkedandsatup.“Fencing?Newsflash:it’snotthesixteenthcentury.”
Thekidopenedandclosedhismouth.Andpouted.
Ryanlaughedagain.
Theblondponceglaredharder,hislowerlipwobblingsuspiciously.Ryanstartedtofeelkindof
bad.HiseldestbrotherwouldgivehimascoldingifhefoundoutthatRyanhadreducedsomekidto
tears.
Sighing,Ryanstretchedhishandoutandsaid,“I’mRyan.”
TheboyhesitatedbeforeclaspingRyan’shand.“JamesWilliamArthurGrayson,theViscount
Exmouth.”
Ryanscruncheduphisnose.“SoJimmy,then.OrdoyoupreferJamie?”
Theboygavehimascandalizedlook.“It’sJames.Mydadsaysonlycommonershave
nicknames.”
Ryanlaughed.“You’resoweird—Jamie.”
“It’sJames!”
Itwasthebeginningofabeautifulfriendship.
Ryandidn’tknowyetthatitwasalsothebeginningofthemostconfusingrelationshipofhislife.
Chapter1
Hewassuchacutie.
SelaHaldanewatchedtheguyfromthecornerofhereyeasshecleanedupthetableafewtables
awayfromtheonehewassittingat.Gosh,ifhehadagirlfriend—andallthecuteonesalwayshad
girlfriends—shewasoneluckygirl.Selacouldn’thelpbutstareastheguygrinnedwidelyandsaid
somethingtowhoeverhewasonthephonewith.Hehadsuchabeautifulsmile,alldimplesandwhite
teeth,thesmilewarminghisblue(ormaybegreen?)eyes.Hemustbeinhisearlytwenties,around
herage.Hehadplatinumblond,carefullystyledhairandaveryattractive,butnotintimidatingly
handsomeface—thesortoffaceyouwantedtogazeatandsmile.Hisheightwasperfectforher,too:
tall,butnottootall.Hewasfitandtonedbutnotoverlymuscular.Justperfect.
Selasigheddreamily.
Behindher,someonesnorted,andshelookedback.Amanda,anotherwaitress,wassmirking.
“Cutie,isn’the?Buthe’swayoutofourleague.”
“Ifyoudon’ttry,youneverknow,”Selasaidwithashrug.Shemaynotlooklikeamodel,but
sheknewmenlikedher.
“Don’tyourecognizehim?”Amandasaid,hereyebrowsflyingup.“Iknowyou’renewhere,
but...He’snoaverageJoe.He’soneofthemosteligiblebachelorsinthecountry.”
Selashotthecutieacuriouslook.“Really?Whoishe?”
“JamesGrayson,TheEarlofLytton’sonlysonandheir,”Amandasaid.
Oh.
Selanormallydidn’tknowmuchaboutaristocracybesidestheRoyalFamily,butevensheknew
whoLordLyttonwas.HewasoneofthefewBritishlordswhowasstillobscenelyrichandpolitically
influential.Hisfamily’sbloodmightpossiblybebluerthantheQueen’s.
Selalookedatthecutie—James.“Doeshehaveagirlfriend?”
“Notagirlfriend,”Amandasaid.“Abetrothed.He’sbeenbetrothedtoLadyMeganCadogan
sincebirth.”
Selachuckled.“Really?Peoplestilldothat?”
“Therichonesstilldefinitelydo.”
Selashookherhead.“It’scrazy.It’snottheMiddleAges.”
“TellittotheEarlofLytton.Apparentlyhe’sveryeagerforthatmarriage—theCadogans
practicallyownhalfofEuropeandapparentlyyoucanneverberichenough.ButIguessthe
Graysonswouldn’tstillbesorelevantiftheydidn’tmakesuretheykeptandincreasedtheirpower
andwealth.”
“Howdoyouknowallofthat?”Selaasked,lookingatJamesagain.Hehadstoppedtalkingon
hisphoneandstartedeatinghislunch,glancingattheentranceexpectantlyfromtimetotime.Gosh,
hereallywassupercute.Therewasawarmthabouthimthatmadehimlooksleepyandsoftandall
kindsoflovely.Selafeltsillythinkingaboutaguylikethat,butthewordfit.Jameswaslovely.
“He’saregularhere,”Amandareplied.“Icouldn’thelpbutoverhearsomestuffwhenhetalked
tohisfriend.SpeakingofRyan…”Shenoddedtowardtheentrancewithacrookedsmileandsighed.
Selaturnedherheadandsaid,“Oh.”
Becausetheguywhohadjustenteredtherestaurantwaseasilythehottestmanshe’deverseen.
Hewasoversixfeettall,withafirmlymuscledbodyandbroadshoulders.Hehadblackunrulyhair,a
chiseledjawwithafiveo’clockshadow,anddeepgreeneyesthatwerepositivelysinful.Selahad
neverthoughteyescouldbesexy,butthisguy’swere.
IfJamesmadeherthinkoflong,slowlove-makingandsilkysheets,hisfriendmadeherthink
ofdirty,roughsex.
“Iknow,right?”Amandasaidwithanothersigh.
“Tellmehe’ssingle,”Selasaid,followingRyanwithhereyesashemadehiswaytoJames’s
table.Hemovedlikeabigcat.
Amandalaughed.“Thehottestonesarealwaystaken,sweetie.Soforgetaboutthem.Yes,they’re
hot,butthey’rebothcompletelyunavailable.”
*
JamesGraysonwatchedhisbestfriendoffourteenyearsmakehiswaytowardhim—alongwith
therestofthecustomersinthequietrestaurant.Hesmiledruefully.Ryantendedtohavethateffecton
people.
“Ican’tbelieveyouorderedwithoutme,”Ryansaid,droppinghimselfintotheseatnexttohim.
“Sorude.Whereareyourmanners,LordExmouth?”
Chuckling,Jamesreturnedhisattentiontohispasta.“Iguesseventuallyyouwereboundtorub
offonme.Dadhasalwayswarnedmeaboutit.Ishouldhaveheededhisadvice.”
“Yourdadhatesme,”Ryansaid,grabbingafork,stabbingitintoJames’spastaandscoopinga
forkfulintohismouth.
“Helpyourself,”Jamessaid,notwithoutsarcasm.WhenRyanjustsmiledshamelessly,Jameslet
outalong-sufferingsigh.Ryanwasimpossible.“Iorderedforyou,too.Couldyouwaitafewmore
minutes?”
“Icould,”Ryansaidwiththesamemaddeninglylazysmile.“Butyoursalwaystastesbetter.”
Snorting,Jamesavertedhiseyesandresumedeating.Hewasn’tgoingtoaskRyanwhyhewas
late.Hewasn’t.
“Sorryforbeinglate,”Ryansaid,asifreadinghisthoughts.“Hannahaskedmetodropheroff
atherdad’sofficenearby.Wegotabitdistractedalongtheway.”
Jamesdidn’tneedtolookathimtoknowhewassmirking.“I’meating,”hesaid.“Pleasespare
methesordiddetails.”
Ryanlaughedalittle,knockingtheirkneesbeneaththetable.“Prude.”
“Gentlemendon’tkissandtell.Everheardofthat?”
“Ionlytellyou,andyoudon’tcount.AndI’veneverclaimedtobeagentleman.Wecan’tall
knownamesofourdeadrelativestothirtygenerationsback.”
Jamessighed.“Youwillneverletmelivethatdown,willyou?”
Ryanlaughed.“Nope.Becauseyourlifeisridiculous.”
Itkindofwas.
Jamessmiledfaintlyandlookedaroundtherestaurant.“Thosewaitressesaremakingeyesat
you.”Theyalwaysdid.
Ryanglancedover.“Theredheadisprettycute,”hesaid.“AfewmonthsagoIwouldhavetotally
hitthat.”
Jamesreachedforhisteaandtookaliberalswallow.Histhroatfeltdry.Hetookanothergulp.
“Soyou’reseriousaboutHannah?”hesaidcasually,settingthecupdown.EversinceRyanhad
metHannahafewmonthsago,he’dbeencompletelyfixatedonher.Jameshadneverseenhimso
besottedbefore.Ryanhadalwaysbeenthetypetofuck‘emandleave‘em—untilHannah.
“Yeah,”Ryansaid,hisvoicesoftening.“She’s…Ithinkshe’stherealdeal,Jamie.”
Jamesopenedhismouthandclosedit.Hesmiled,searchingforwords.Fortherightwords.
Thankfully,thewaitressbroughtRyan’spasta,givinghimafewpreciousmomentstofindthem.
“So,whenisthewedding?”hesaid.
Ryanlaughed,knockingtheirkneestogetheragain.“Yougoingtobemybestman?”
Jamessmiledbrighter.Hischeeksstartedhurting.“Onlyifyou’remine.”
Ryan’sgrinfaded,hisgreeneyesturningintentandhard.“Youaren’tseriouslythinkingofthis,
areyou?Marryingthatgirlyourdadwantsyouto?”
Jamesjustshrugged,lookingaway.
“Jamie.”
God,hebloodyhatedthatRyancalledhimthat.NoonebutRyandidit.SomeofJames’sfriends
triedtocallhimJim,butitneverstuck.ThechildhoodnicknameRyanhadgivenhimsoundedeven
moreridiculousnowthattheywerebothgrown-up,yetRyankeptcallinghimthat,despiteknowing
thatJameshatedit.Yeah,hehatedit.Ryanjustdidn’tknowtherealreasonwhy.
“Jamie,”Ryansaidagain,havingnoideathathewasturningJames’sinsidesintoamushymess.
“What?”Jamessaid,tryingtopullhimselftogether.Itwasnevereasy,butsomedayswere
harder.Somedayshewonderedwhatthepointofallofthiswas.Lyingandpretendingnevercame
naturallytohim.LyingtoRyanwasalmostimpossible.Goodthinghe’dhadalotofpractice.
Ryanputahandaroundhisneck.Jamesbreathedincarefully.Ryan’sthumbpressedintohis
neck,asilentordertolookathim.Ithadalwaysbeenlikethis,evenwhentheywerekids:Ryanhad
alwaysbeenthepushyone,theopinionatedone,theleaderinalltheirgames,inalltheirmischief.
Ryanhadbeentheking,thegeneral,themainvillain,thedashingheroorthedragonwhileJameswas
hisloyalsidekick.Asakid,Jameshadn’tmindedit.Asatwenty-two-oldguy,heresentedit,because
oldhabitsdiedhardandhestillhadn’tfiguredouthowtoquitfollowingRyanaroundlikealoyal,
eagerpuppy,starvedforapatonthehead.TherewasareasonhisdaddislikedRyansomuchandit
wasn’tRyan’scommonbackground.Dadhatedthatsomeoneelsehadabiggerinfluenceonhisson.
“Jamie.”ThepressureofRyan’sthumbincreasedslightly.
Sighing,Jamesrelentedandlookedathisfriend.
AfurrowwrinkledRyan’sforehead.“Hashebeenpressuringyouagain?”
Jamesalmostlaughed.Ryandidn’tknowthehalfofit.Hisdadalwayspressuredhim,butRyan
didn’tneedtoknowthat.Ryanwouldjustgetmad,theywouldfightoverit,theninevitablymakeup
afterafewdays,becausetheywereterribleatfunctioningwithouteachother;alwayshadbeen.
“Arthurhasnorighttoaskthisofyou,”Ryansaid,hiseyeshard.“He’syourfather,notyour
owner.Thewholebetrothalthingisbloodyarchaicandridiculous.”
Jamesshookhisheadwithathinsmile.Ryandidn’tunderstand.Heneverdid,nomatterhow
manytimesJameshadtriedtoexplainit.Itwasoneofthosefewthingsthattheyjustdidn’tgetabout
eachother ’slife.Jamessupposeditwasn’tthatsurprising,consideringhowdifferenttheir
backgroundandupbringingwas.Ryanhadfivesiblings—fourbrothersandasister—andJamesstill
rememberedhowstrangeRyan’sfamilyseemedtohimwhenRyanhadbroughthimhomeforthe
firsttimeallthoseyearsago.Ithadbeenaculturalshock.Asachild,Jameshadlivedinhuge
mansionsallhislife,thesoleheirtoanenormousfortune,pamperedandspoiledbyeveryonearound
him.
Bycontrast,theHardawaykidshadlivedinasmallflatandtherehadn’tbeenenoughmoneyto
spoilanyofthem.Itdidn’thelpthatRyan’sfatherhaddiedshortlybeforeJamesmetRyan,andthat
Ryan’smother ’shealthwasn’tgood.TheentirefamilyhadbasicallydependedonRyan’seldest
brother,whohadbecomethedefactoheadofthefamilyattheageofsixteen.JamesknewZachhad
donehisbest,workingovertimetomakesurehisyoungersiblingsdidn’tneedanything.He
succeededforthemostpart,butforyears,thingshadbeendifficultfortheHardaways,andallof
themhadgrownupfast—becausetheyhadto.Jamesstillrememberedhowembarrassedandashamed
hefeltforhavingitsoeasywhenhesawRyan’shomeforthefirsttime.
Butmoneycouldn’tbuyeverything.Jameswouldhavegivenanythingtohavesuchaboisterous
andclose-knitfamilyasRyandid.JameslovedtheHardaways.Bynowtheywereasecondfamilyto
him.SometimesheactuallyfeltmorecomfortablewithRyan’sfamilythanwithhisown.
Itwasn’tthathedidn’tlovehisownfamily.Hedid.Hewasgratefulforwhathehad.Their
familymaynotbeaswarmandclose-knitastheHardaways,buthisparentslovedhim;heknewit.
Theyweren’ttheproblem;thefamilynamewas—orrather,whatbeingaGraysonentailed.The
GraysonswereoneoftheoldestnoblefamiliesinBritain.Kingsdied,warswerefought,political
systemschanged,buttheGraysonsstayed,unchangedandproud,richandinfluential,closeadvisers
ofprimeministersandtheRoyalFamily.TheywereactuallyrelatedtotheRoyalFamily—hisdad
waseleventhinthelineofsuccession.Onewhowasn’tbornaGraysoncouldn’tunderstandwhatit
meant.NotevenRyan,whowasasclosetohimasatwin,could.MaybeespeciallyRyan.
“Dadisn’tforcingmeintoanything,”Jamessaid.“He’snotasbadasyouthink.”
TheexpressiononRyan’sfaceremainedhardandunimpressed.“Sure,”hesaid.“He’sjustfed
youbullshitaboutdutytothefamilysinceyouwereakid.”
“IlikeMegan,”Jamessaid.Itwasn’talie.Hedidn’tlikeheranylessthananyothergirl.James
grinned.“Andshedoesn’tactsillyaroundyou,whichisniceforachange.Idon’tknowwhattheyall
seeinyouruglymug.”
Ryanwassupposedtogrinandfallbackintotheirusual,easybanter.
ButRyandidn’t.Hisexpressiondidn’tchange.“Youdeservebetterthananarrangedmarriageto
agirlyou‘like.’”
“Myparents’marriagewasarrangedbymygrandparents,too.”
Ryanchuckledharshly.“Iwouldn’texactlycallyourparents’marriagehappy.”
Jamesglaredathim.
Ryan’seyessoftened.“Sorry,”hesaid,squeezingJames’snapelightly.“Itwasalowblow.”
Jameslookeddownatthetable.“Theyusedtobehappy.”Okay,maybethatwasastretch.“At
leastIrememberthemgettingalongwhenIwasakid.Butthensomethinghappened.Idon’tknow
what.Butmypointis,thearrangedmarriageisn’tthereasontheyarelikethatnow.IlikeMeganwell
enough.Don’tyoulikeher?”
Makingafrustratednoise,RyantappedJames’sneck,anothersilentordertolookathim,and
Jamesdid.
Ryansaid,“YouknowIhatethatArthurispressuringyouintothis—it’snoneofhisbusiness
whenandwhoyoumarry—butyousureashelldon’tneedmyapproval,either.Youshouldn’tgivea
shitaboutitaslongasyouwanther.Arthur ’sopiniondoesn’tmatter,butneitherdoesmine,you
tosser.”
“Ofcourseyouropinionmatters,”Jamessaidwithalaugh.“Itwouldbeawkwardifyouhate
her,becauseyou’llbearoundallthetime.”Hehatedhowthelastpartofthesentencesoundedmore
likeaquestion.Ryan,whoknewhimbetterthananyone,didn’tmissit,ofcourse.
Ryan’seyesnarrowed.
Shit.Sloppy.Hewasgettingsloppy.
“Jamie—”
“Hereyoutwoare!”afamiliarvoiceinterruptedwhateverRyanwasgoingtosay.
Partlyrelieved,partlyannoyedbytheinterruption—intrusion,hisinnervoicecouldn’thelpbut
whisper—JamesturnedtoRyan’sgirlfriend.Ryanletgoofhisneck.
HannahwassmilingasshetooktheseatontheothersideofRyan.Shereallywasalovelygirl:
blond,paleandprettyserene—notthetypeRyanusuallywentfor.“Hey,babe,”shesaid,leaninginto
kissthecornerofRyan’smouth.“Missme?”
“Idroppedyouoffhalfanhourago,”Ryansaid,buthewaspullingherclosetokissher
properly.Itwasapublicplace,butthatneverstoppedRyan.
Jameswrappedhishandsaroundhiscupofteaandstareddownatthedarksurfaceoftheliquid.
“Dadwasn’tin,”Hannahexplainedafterelevenseconds,soundingalittleoutofbreath.“SoI
figuredI’djoinyou.Youdon’tmind,James,doyou?I’dhatetobethesortofgirlfriendwhodoesn’t
letherboyfriendspendtimewithhisfriends.”
Jamessmiledpolitely,stilllookingathistea.Itwascoldalready.Maybeheshouldgetanother.
“No,Idon’tmind.”Asifhecouldsayanythingelse.Heglancedatthecouple.Hannahwassnuggled
upagainstRyan,herheadonhisshoulder,herslimhandonhischest.
Jamessmiledagainandstoodup.“Iwasleaving,anyway.”
Ryandraggedhiseyesfromhisgirlfriendlongenoughtofrownathim.“You’releaving
already?ButIjustgothere.”
“Mylunchbreakisalmostover,”Jamessaid.BecauseIdroveforfortyfuckingminutestomeet
youforlunch.Andyouwerelate,becausemakingoutwithherwasmoreimportanttoyou,andnow
she’stakingyouawayagain.Hebithistongue,hatingthisbitternesshecouldn’thelpbutfeel.Itwasn’t
him.Itwasn’t.
“That’sashame,”Hannahsaid,lookingatRyanwithheartsinhereyes.
ButRyanwaslookingatJames,anunhappysettohismouth.“Don’tthinkourconversationis
over.”
Jamesrolledhiseyeswithasmileandasigh.“Letitgo,mate.Seriously,you’relikeadogwith
abone.It’snotanattractivepersonalitytrait.Hannah,tellhim.”
“Jamesisright,”shesaid,takingRyan’shand.“Sometimesyoucanbetoopushy.Ifsomeone
doesn’twanttotalkaboutsomething,youshouldrespectthat.”
“Idorespectit,”Ryansaid.“ButJamieisn’tjustsomeone.”
“Jamieislateforwork,”Jamessaid,placingafiftypoundnoteonthetable.“AndJamiereally
can’tbelate.”
“Don’tyouworkforacompanyownedbyyourfamily?”Hannahasked.
Abrittlelaughlefthislips.“That’sexactlywhyIcan’tbelate.Seeyoulater,guys.”Hestrode
towardthedoorbriskly,hopingRyanwouldleaveitalone.
Butofcoursehedidn’t.RyancaughtupwithhimoutsidebeforeJamescouldreachhiscar.
“Jamie!”
Suppressingasigh,JamesputonaneutralfaceandturnedtoRyan.“I’mreallyrunninglate—”
“Listentome,yougit,”Ryansaid,hiseyesdarkandhard.“I’mnotsurewhat’sgoingoninthat
headofyourslately,butdon’tdoanythingstupid,okay?Don’tagreetoArthur ’splansonlybecause
youthinkyouhaveto.”RyanliftedhishandstocradleJames’sface.Jamiewentstill,hisheart
hammeringasRyanlookedhimintheeyeintently.“Youdeservebetter.Youdeservemarrying
someoneyou’recrazyabout.Someonewhowouldloveyouforbeingyou—notforyourmoneyor
yourfamilyname,butbecauseyou’rethebestpersonIknow.”Ryansmiledathimcrookedly.“Being
inloveisprettyfuckinggreat,actually.YoudeservetofindyourHannah.”
JamiewonderedifitwouldactuallyhurtmoreifRyanstuckaknifeinhisgutandtwistedit
slowly.Hethoughthesmiled.Hehopedhewassmiling.Hisfacehurt,sohemustbe.
Hesaid,“SureIwill.Later,mate.”Hewassurprisedbyhowabsolutelynormalhisvoice
sounded.
Hesmiledagainandturnedaway.
Hewalkedtohiscar.
Hegotin.
Heclosedthedoor.
Heputhishandsonthesteeringwheel.
Histhroatworkedashetriedtoswallowthepainfullumpinhisthroat.Hecouldn’t.Aterrible,
chokedsoundcamefromhisthroat.Hischestbegantoheave.Hepressedhishandstohiseyesand
breathedin,breathedout.
Chapter2
Jameswasn’tsurewhenexactlyithadstarted—whenhehadfalleninlovewithhisbestfriend.
Hecouldn’trememberatimehedidn’tlovehim.Evenwhentheywerekids,he’dhadapretty
badcaseofpuppylove:Ryanwasthefirstrealfriendhe’dmadeonhisown,theonlyonewhowasn’t
impressedbyJames’sfamilyandlikedhim,James.Ryanwaseverythinghewasn’t:daringandpushy,
recklessanddetermined.Butastheyearswentbyandtheygrewup,James’spuppyloveshiftedinto
somethingelse.Somethingitwasneversupposedtobe.
Hisearlyteenageyearshadbeenconfusingashell,becausehecouldn’tfigureoutwhathe
wantedfromRyaneverytimeRyantouchedhim.AtthetimehestillthoughthisloveforRyanwas
brotherly,butpoppingabonerwhenRyanthrewanarmaroundhisshouldersandpulledhimclose
washardlysomethingabrotherwouldfeel.Abrotherwouldn’twankthinkingofRyan’smouthand
handsonhim.Abrotherwouldn’tfeellovesickwheneverRyansmiledathim.Ithadbeen
embarrassing.Itwasmortifying.Itwasawful,becauseheknewRyandidn’tfeelthesameway.Ryan’s
affectionforhimwaseasy,friendly,andbrotherly.Evenatthirteen,Ryanhadagirlfriendalready.
Ryanwasstraightasanarrow.IfRyanfoundoutwhatJameswanted,hewouldprobablybeweirded
outanduncomfortable.
Atthirteen,Jamesstillhopedthoseinappropriatefeelingsandurgeswouldpasswithinafew
months.
Bytwenty-two,hedidn’thaveanyhopeleft.
Hehadthoughthewascopingwellenough.ButseeingRyanwithHannah,seeingthewayhe
lookedather,drovethefinalnailinthecoffinofhissilly,irrationalhopes.Ryanwasinlovewithher.
EvenifRyanfelloutoflovewithher,hewouldneverwantJamesthatway.Ryanwouldneverlove
himback.Nomatterhowingrainedinhimthislovewas,itwasone-sidedandalwayswouldbe.He
neededtoacceptitandtrytomoveon.Noteverylovewasreturned;thatwasthecruelreality.
Hisphonebuzzedinhispocket,makinghimflinch.
Jamespulleditout.
HehadanewtextfromRyan.
SorryaboutHannah.Ididwanttohangoutjustwithyou.It’sbeenages.
Ithadbeen.Eversincethey’dbothgraduatedandacquiredfull-timejobs,eversinceHannah’s
entranceinRyan’slife,thetimetheyspenttogetherhadbeenshrinkingrapidly.Itscaredhim.Were
theydriftingapart?
Apartofhimtoldhimitwasagoodthing.Iftheystoppedlivingineachother ’spockets,it
wouldbeeasierforhimtomoveon.
Except…excepthedidn’twanttomoveon.Hedidn’tknowwhatsortofpersonhewouldbe
withoutRyan.Itwasfuckedup,butitwasthetruth.Thislove,nomatterhowhopelessandpainfulit
was,hadbeenapartofhimforsolong.ItwasapartofwhatmadehimJamesGrayson.Jamiedidn’t
knowwhohewouldbewithoutit.
Let’shangouttomorrow,hetextedback.
Hereceivedareplyalmostinstantly,whichmadehimsmile.Yeah,hewaspatheticlikethat.
I’llbeatthehouse.Theweather’sstillgood.Grabyourtrunks.Wecanhangoutatthepool.
ThehouseRyanwasreferringtowashisfamilyhome,orrather,Ryan’seldestbrother ’shouse.
Ryanhadmovedoutofthereafewyearsagoandacquiredaplaceofhisown,butsinceRyan’s
workplacewasclosetoZach’shouse,helivedhalfofthetimeatZach’sforconvenience’ssake.
Jamesdidn’tmindhangingoutthere—he’dbeentherehundredsoftimesovertheyearsandheliked
Zach.
Oryoucanborrowmine,Ryansentbeforehecouldreply.
You’regross,Jamesresponded.
Youloveme,Ryansentback.
Jamesclosedhiseyesasthefamiliarbittersweetfeelingfilledhischest.
“Iloveyou,”hewhispered,becausesometimestheurgetosayitbecametoomuch.Sometimes
heneededtosayit,eveniftherewasnoonetohearhim.
Eveniftherewasnoonetosayitback.
Chapter3
Jameslovedwatchinghappycouples.Itwasnicetoseethathappyendingsdidexist.But
watchingRyan’seldestbrotherkisshisboyfriendonthechaiseloungebythepoolalsomadehim
incrediblyenviousandpainfullyawareofRyan’stall,strongbodyafewfeetaway,leaningagainstthe
sideofthepoollazily.Ryanwascompletelyrelaxed,hisheadtippedbackandeyesclosedasthesun
touchedhissmooth,glisteningskin.
“Okay,thisisstillweird,”Ryansaid,openinghiseyesandglancingatZachandTristan.
“Why?”Jamessaid.“Youhaveabrotherwhohasbeenoutandproudforages.”
“Notthat,”Ryansaid.“YouknowIcouldn’tcarelesswheremybrothersputtheirdicks.”Ryan
shrugged,glancingatthecoupleagainandsmiling.“It’sjuststillstrangetoseeZachso…smitten.He
wasneverlikethatwithDonna.Hewasalwayssorationalaroundher,andnowlookathim.”
Astheywatched,Zachkissedhisboyfrienddeeper,hishandslippingintoTristan’strunkstocup
hisbuttock.
“Eh,”Jamessaid,hisfacewarming.
Ryancatcalled.“Myvirgineyes!”
Breakingthekiss,TristanglaredatRyan.Itdidn’tlookveryconvincing,consideringhow
flushedandblissedouthelooked.“Pissoff,Ryan.Andtakeyourbleachedshadowwithyou.”
“Itoldyou:I’manaturalblond,”Jamessaidwithasigh.HehadnocluewhyZach’sboyfriend
dislikedhimsomuch.
“Heis,”Ryansaid,throwinganarmaroundJames.“Comeon,proveittoZach’sboy.”He
hookedhisfingeronthewaistbandofJamie’strunks.“Takeitoff,showhim.”
Jamesdidn’tmove.
“You’resogay,”Tristansaid.“AndI’mnotZach’sboy.”
“Saystheguywhomoansmybrother ’snameeverygoddamnnight.”Ryangrinnedandsaidina
ridiculousfalsetto,“Ohyeah,Zach,harder—”
TristangrabbedaRedBullandthrewitathishead.
Ryanducked.
“Idon’tsoundlikethat!”Tristansaid.
Zachwaslaughing.“Youkindado.”
“Ihateyou,”TristangrumbledbeforegloweringatRyan.“EvenifIam,youtwoarestillgayer.”
Ryandidn’tlookimpressed,alltracesofamusementgonefromhisface.Hesighed.“Allright,
it’sfunandall,butit’sreallygettingold,”hesaid,startingtosoundseriouslyirritated.“There’ssuch
thingasfriendship,youknow.Imean,Ilovethisgitforsomereason,”—hesmirkedwhenJames
elbowedhim—“buteventhinkingofhimthatwaygrossesmeout.Itwouldbelikeshagginga
brother.”
Jamesforcedoutawansmile.“Yep.Likeshaggingatwin.Gross.Imean,haveyouseenhim
naked?”Hisvoicesoundedgood—lightheartedandplayful—andnoonecouldprobablytellhefelt
likesomeonehadshovedtheirfistdownhisthroatandsqueezedhisheart,hard.Brother.
Brother.
Ryangrinnedandplantedaloud,obnoxiouslywetkissonJamie’scheek.“I’mhotandyouknow
it,babe.”
SometimeshefuckinghatedRyan.
Jamiethoughtherolledhiseyesandmadeasuitablydisgustedface,buthewasn’tsure.Hisface
feltwooden.Likeabrokentoy’s.
“Likeshaggingatwin?”Tristansaid,wigglinghiseyebrows.“Youguyseverheardof
twincest?”
“You’reaterribleperson,”Ryansaidwithapinchedlook.
“Yep,”Jamesmanagedafteramoment.Getagoddamngrip,Grayson.
“Heis,”Zachsaidwithalaugh.
TristanelbowedhimintheribsandZachsmiled.
“Buthe’smyterribleperson,”Zachsaid,droppingakissonTristan’shead.
TristanhidhisfaceinZach’sshoulder.“You’returningintoasap,”hesaid,thetipsofhisears
turningred.
Jamessmiled.HeteasedTristanforblushing.Helaughed.HeribbedTristanforbeingsosweet
onZach.Hedidandsaidalltheexpectedthings.ThingsRyanwouldexpecthimtodo.Butitallfelt
distant,likesomeotherpersonwasdoingthetalking,thesmiling,thelaughing.
Likeabrother…Thinkingofhimthatwaygrossesmeout…
Hefeltsick.Maybehewassick.
“Allright,that’senough,”Zachsaidsuddenly,atouchofsteelappearinginhisvoice.Hisarm
aroundTristantightened.“Leavehimalone.”
RyanexchangedalookwithJamesandmotionedwithhishead.Theyswamawaytotheother
endofthepool.
“Strangebloke,”Jamescommentedquietly,withoutlookingatRyan.Hisnervesstillfeltfrayed,
afamiliarhollowfeelingspreadingthroughhischest.Heknewhemustkeeptalking,mustdistract
Ryan,becauseotherwiseRyanwouldnoticesomethingwasoff.Healwaysdid.Theyhadalwaysbeen
attunedtoeachother.
Ryanleanedbackagainstthesideofthepool.“HemakesZachhappy,”hesaidwithashrug.“So
IguessTristanisallright.Actually,Ithink—”
“I’mgay,”Jamesblurtedout.
Silence.
Hedidn’tdarelookatRyan.
“What?”
Jamesshrugged,wrappinghisarmsaroundhischest.“I’mgay,”herepeatedquieter.
HeinhaledasthefamiliarweightandpressureofRyan’shandappearedonhisneck.Reluctantly,
Jamesturnedhisheadtomeethisfriend’seyes.
Ryanwasstaringathim,hisblackbrowsfurrowedandhisjawset.“Whyhaven’tyoutoldme
sooner?Don’tyoutrustme?”
“OfcourseIdo,”Jamessaid,avertinghiseyes.
Ryantookhischinwithhisfingersandtippeditup.Jameswasn’tshortbyanymeans,butthe
threeinchesRyanhadonhimforcedhimtolookupalittle.
“Jamie,”Ryansaid,managingtosoundbothsoftandangry.“DidyoureallythinkIwouldcare?
Idon’tgiveashit,youprat.”
Jamesproducedawansmile.God,whydiditstillhurtsomuchafteralltheseyears?He’d
knownRyanwouldn’tcare,butaslongasRyandidn’texplicitlysaythat,hecouldhaveafutile,
ridiculoushopethatRyanwould.Well,hecouldn’tnow.Notanymore.
“Itjustisn’tsomethingpeopleknowaboutme,”Jamessaid.
“Ididn’tthinkIwaspeople,”Ryansaidsharply,apossessiveedgetohisvoice.
Jamesgavehimanunimpressedlook,hissmilebecomingmoregenuine.“We’vetalkedabout
it,youbigbaby.I’mnotyourlittlebrotherandyoudon’thavetoknoweverythingaboutme.”Ryan
hadalwaysbeenlikethat:overlyprotectiveandpossessiveofhimeversincetheywerekids.Likea
bigbrother,eventhoughRyanwasonlyamontholderthanhim.He’dneverquiteoutgrownit.
Jamiecouldn’tdenythatapartofhimlikedtheintensityofRyan’saffectionforhim,butmostly
itjustmadehimuncomfortableashell,becausethataffectionwasverybrotherly.Itmadehimfeel
likeasickpervertforwantingtosuckRyan’sdickwhileRyanthoughtofhimashisbrother.
Ryansnorted.“That’saprettyimportantthing,don’tyouthink?”
“Actually,no,”Jamessaidcalmly.“Mysexualitydoesn’tdefineme.”
Ryan’sexpressionremainedstony.“Bollocks.Ifyoureallythoughtthat,youwouldhavesaid
somethingeverytimeItriedtohookyouupwithsomegirl.”Acuriousgleamappearedinhiseyes.
“Whynow?Whyareyoutellingmenow?”
Jamesopenedhismouth,thenclosedit.HestaredatRyan,takinginhisstrongjawand
classicallyhandsomeface,hisintenseemeraldgreeneyesandblackunrulyhair,thesetofhisfirm
lips,hiswideshouldersgleamingwithdropsofwater.Hewantedsomuchtoleanin,tohidehisface
inthecrookofRyan’sneckandconfesseverything.Hewastired.Hewassodamntired.
Butofcoursehecouldn’t.Thatwouldjustmaketheirrelationshipawkward.Theirfriendship
wastoooldandstrongtobebrokenbysomethinglikethat,butitdidn’tmeanitcouldn’tberuinedby
theawkwardnessofunrequitedlove.
No;hecouldn’ttellRyananything.Ryanwashappywithhisgirlfriend.Itwouldn’tbefairto
burdenhimwiththis.
Therewasonlyonethinghecoulddo:heshouldgenuinelytrytomoveon.Heshouldgoout
andmeetpeople—fallinlovewithamanwhowouldseehimnotasalittlebrotherbutassomeone
sexyandlovable.
“Youwereright,”Jamiesaid.Hisvoicesoundedfirm.AGrayson.HewasaGrayson.The
Graysonsstoodfirmintheirbeliefs.TheGraysonssmiledevenwhenithurt.Jamessmiled.“Iwantto
beloved.Iwantarealrelationship,butI’mnotreadytocomeoutyet.Forthetimebeing,Iwantyou
tocoverformeifmyparentslookformewhileI’mwithmyboyfriend.That’swhyI’mtellingyou
now.”
“Aboyfriend?”Ryansaidafteramoment.
“Yeah,”Jamiesaid.“I’mgonnagetaboyfriend.Iwantto.”HepulledawayfromRyanandgot
outofthepool.Itfeltlikehislungswerefullofwater.HisbacktoRyan,heclosedhiseyes,tooka
deepbreathin—
Andheletgo.
Itwasthehardestthinghe’deverdone.TearingawayalltheillogicalhopesanddreamsofRyan
lovinghimbackwassodamnpainfulanddifficult.Buthedidit.Histhroathurt,hischesthurt—
everythinghurt—hiseyesstingingwithtearshewouldnevershed.Butwhenheopenedhiseyes,
Jamie’s—James’s—facewascalmandcollected.James.HewasJames.Jamiehadbeenthefoolish
boywho’dfalleninlovewithsomeonehecouldneverhave.Jamiewasinthepast.
HewasJamesWilliamArthurGraysonanditwastimetomoveon.
Chapter4
Thethingwas,RyanHardawaywasperfectlycoolwithgaypeople.Justaskhisbrother—twoof
hisbrothers.
Itdidn’tmeanhehadtoliketheguywhowascurrentlyalloverhisbestfriendinRyan’sown
flat.
Ryanclearedhisthroat,whichmadethecouplespringapart.Jamiewasflushed,hiseyes
lookinganywherebutatRyan,whilethered-hairedguysimplylookedalittlesmug.Ryanfelthisjaw
clench.
“Hey,you’reRyan,right?”thedickheadsaid,steppingforwardandstretchinghishandout.
“PaulLambert.”
Hishandwasclammy.HewincedalittlewhenRyanclaspedit.
“Thanksforlettingushangoutatyourplace,”Lambertsaidwithasmile.“Nicetofinallymeet
James’sbestfriend.I’veheardsomuchaboutyou.”
“Can’tsaythesame,”Ryansaid,scrutinizinghimfromheadtotoe.
LambertglancedatJamieuncertainlybeforegivingashortlaugh.Hehadaslightgapbetween
hisfrontteeth.“I’mhurt,”hesaidplayfully,puttingahandonJamie’shipandgivinghimapeckon
thelips.
Ryanunlockedthedoorandopenedit.“Itwasnicetomeetyou,Paul.”HeignoredJamie’sglare.
“Seeyouaround,”hesaid,openingthedoorwider.“Sorry,I’mnotreallyinasocialmoodtoday.”
“Yeah,Igetit,”Lambertsaidwithanotherannoyingsmile.“Findingastrangeratyourplace
afteralongdaywouldn’tmakemehappy,either.”
“Gladweunderstandeachother,”Ryansaid,puttingonamatchingsmile.“Seeyou.”
Heshutthedooraftertheguy,lockedit,andfloppeddownontothecouch.
“Whatthe—”Jamiespluttered.“Whatthehellwasthat?Caretoexplainyourself?”
“I’vehadashittyday,”Ryansaid,closinghiseyes.“I’mnotinthemoodtotoleratesome
dickheadwithafakesmileandasweatyhand.”
“Witha—WhatdoyouhaveagainstPaul?”
“Helookslikethesleazytype,”Ryansaid.“Idon’ttrusthim.”
“Youdon’tevenknowhim!”
“AndIdon’twantto.Comehere.”
Silence.
“Why?”Jamiesaidatlast.
Ryancrackedhiseyeopen.“BecauseI’vehadashittyday.”Theclienthadchangedhismind
aboutsomethingfundamentallyimportantafterhehadspenttwobloodyweeksonthatdesign.Even
thinkingaboutitstillpissedhimoff.“I’mangryandknackeredandIjustwanttocuddlemybest
friend.Ifhe’sstillmybestfriend.”
Jamie’smouthfellopen.“Whatisthatsupposedtomean?”
Ryanheldhisgazesteadily.“Don’tpretendyoudon’tknow,Jamie.”
Jamiedroppedhisgaze,chewingonhislip.“Isthisaboutmebeingbusylately?”
Ryanchuckled.“Isthatwhatpeoplecallignoringyourbestfriendforamonth?”
“Ihaven’tbeenignoringyou,”Jamiesaid,hispalebrowsfurrowing.
“Let’ssee,”Ryandrawledout.“We’vehungouttogetheragrandtotaloffourtimesthismonth,
andtwoofthemyoucutshortbecauseofsomethingyourdadwantedyoutodo.Thethirdtimeyou
hadtoleaveearlybecauseyouhadadatewithPaul.”Hedidn’tmakeanyefforttosoftenhisvoice.It
hadn’tbeenagoodday.
“YouhaveHannahnow,”Jamiesaid,pullinghisphoneoutandcheckingit.
“Hannahismygirlfriend,”Ryansaid.Jamiewasstillstudyinghisphonewithgreatinterest.
Ryangroundhisteeth.“You’remybestfriend.AndIbloodymissmybestfriend.”
Jamiewentverystillbeforeslowlylookingup.Heswallowed,lookingincrediblyguilty.“Ryan,
I—”
“Idon’twantexplanations,”Ryansaid.“Ijustwantmybestmateback.”
Jamie’sjawworked,somethingtornabouthisexpression.Atlast,hespoke,hisvoicevery
practicedandeven.“It’snaturalthatpeoplegrowapartastheygrowupandfindsignificantothers.”
Hechuckled.“Everyonealwaysmakesfunofourfriendshipbecauseweliveineachother ’spockets
—”
“Idon’tgiveafuckwhatpeoplesay,”Ryansaid.“Iwantagoodcuddleafterthissuckyday.”He
smiledattheunintentionalrhymeandopenedhisarms.“Comehere,Jamiebear.”
Rollinghiseyesbutgrinning,JamiewalkedoverandallbutfloppedontopofRyan.“You’re
stillsuchabigbaby,”Jamiesaid,restinghischeekagainstRyan’sshoulder.“Ifyourbrothersknew
youstillusemeasyourteddybearwhenyouhaveashittyday,they’dneverletyouliveitdown.”
“Youwouldnevertellthem,”Ryansaid,wrappinghisarmsaroundJamietightlyandclosinghis
eyesasthetensionthathadbeengatheringinhisbodyoverthelastmonthsomehowebbedgently
awayfromhim.“You’dnevertellthem,becauseI’myourfavoritepersonintheworld.”
Jamiejustsighed,burrowinghisfaceintohisneck.Hedidn’tsayanything.Buthedidn’tdenyit,
either.
“Don’tdoitagain,”Ryansaid,openinghiseyesandputtingahandonJamie’snape.“Okay?”
Jamiedidn’tlookup,hisfingersplayingwiththebuttonsofRyan’sblackshirtidly.“Ithought
youdidn’thavetimeformeanymorenowthatyouhaveHannah.”
“What?”Frowning,RyanpressedathumbtoJamie’schinandtippedhisfaceupgently.“Don’t
bestupid.”HelovedHannah:hersmile,herflawlesspaleskin,hersoftblondlocksandsoftbody.He
wasprettysureshewasitforhim.Butshecouldn’treplacehisbestfriend.Thispastmonthhadbeen
fuckingstrange.Ryanhadneverfeltsoatlooseends:theneedtoseeJamie,tobaskinthewarmthof
hissmilewasalwaysatthebackofhismind.Ryandidn’tgiveashithowunmanlyitsounded,buthe
lovedJamie.Lovedhimmorethananyofhisactualbrothers—andRyanlovedhisbrothers.
HoldingJamie’sgaze,Ryansaid,“Itdoesn’tmatterthatwehavejobsandrelationshipsnow.
Becauseyouandme—it’sus,andnothingwillchangethat,gotit?You’restuckwithme.Ifyouthink
I’mlettingyoupushmeasideforyourdadorforthatdickhead,thinkagain.You’reminefirst.”
Jamie’spalecheekscoloredabit.HedroppedhisgazebeforelookingRyanintheeyeagainand
grinning.“Areyouevergoingtooutgrowthis?We’renotkidsanymore.”
“Idon’tgiveafuck,”Ryansaid,tweakingJamie’snose.Jamiepulledafunnyfaceandlaughed,
andRyanfoundhimselfgrinning,feelinglightandgood—justwhatheneededafterthestressfulday.
Jamie’scompanyalwaysworkedwondersforhim.Nothing,notevenHannah,couldimprovehis
moodasquicklyoraswellasJamie.
Jamiesighed,puttinghisheadbackonRyan’sshoulder.“IfPaulsawusrightnow,he’dgetthe
wrongidea,youknow.”
Ryan’slipscurledintoasneer.“SeehowmanyfucksIgive.”
“Don’tbeaprat,”Jamiesaid,hisfingersplayingwiththebuttonsofRyan’sshirtagain.“Paulis
agreatbloke.Ilikehimalot.”
“Idon’ttrusthim,”Ryansaidflatly.“Notwithyou.”
HecouldhearJamie’seye-roll.“Icantakecareofmyself,youknow.Idon’tneedyouwatching
outforme.”
“Youdo,”Ryansaid.“Evenifwearen’trelated,itdoesn’tmeanyoudon’thaveabrother.”
Jamieremainedquietforawhile.
“Ireallylikehim,”hesaid.“Ourrelationshipisgreat.”
Ryanlookedathim.“Okay.”IfJamiereallylikedtheguy,thenhewoulddohisbesttobeniceto
him.“I’llbenicetohim,”hesaid.“Butmakesureheisn’t—”HelookedatJamiesharplyas
somethingoccurredtohim.“Areyoufuckinghimalready?”
Jamie’sfaceturnedcrimson.“It’snoneofyourbusiness.Butifyoumustknow,yes.”Helooked
almostdefiant.
Ryanopenedhismouthandcloseditwithoutsayinganything.Hehonestlydidn’tknowwhatto
say.Therewassomethingvaguely…distastefulaboutJamieallowingthatsleazyguytotouchhimthat
way,butitreallywasnoneofhisbusiness.
Sohesighedandsaid,“Justdon’tfuckhimhere.I’dhavetoburntheplacedown.”
Jamiegavehimacheekysmile.“WhosaysIhaven’talready?”
“You’relying,”Ryansaidflatly.
“Wediditinyourbed,”Jamiesaidbeforeheburstoutlaughing.“OhmyGod,yourface!”
“Youlittle—”Ryanflippedhimoverandstartedticklinghim.Jamielaughedhysterically,
thrashingunderhim.
Itdidn’ttakeJamielongtobegformercy.“I’msorry,I’msorry—stop!Ididn’t,okay?”
Ryanstopped.“Tosser.Ialmostthrewupinmymouth.”
Stillflushedfromlaughing,Jamiesmiledathim.“Don’tworry,yourpreciousbedremains
unsullied.Well,IhadanapafterIgothere—Iwastired—butItoldPaulthebedwasoff-limitsfor
himwhenhewantedtojoinmethere.”
“Iwantmykeyback,”Ryansaidwithapinchedlook.
Jamie’sfacebecameserious.“YourflatisprettymuchtheonlyplacePaulandIcanhangout
withoutbeingseen.He’srenovatinghisplace.”
“Yourparentsstilldon’tknow?”Ryansaid.
Jamieshookhishead,grimacingslightly.
Ryanstudiedhim.“Areyouevenplanningtocomeout?”
“Yeah.Atsomepoint.”Jamiechewedonhislip.“WhenI’mready,willyoucomewithme?For
moralsupport.”
RyanwonderedwhyJamiedidn’twantLambertformoralsupportifthingswerethatgood
betweenthem,buthecouldn’tdenyitwasimmenselysatisfyingtoknowthatJamiestillneededhim
whenitmattered.
“Sure,”hesaidwithalazygrin.“IwanttoseeArthur ’sfacewhenhefindsout.Wouldn’tmissit
fortheworld.”
Jamiesmackedhimonthehead.“Areyoueverserious?”
Ryandroppedhisgrin.“I’mseriousnow,”hesaid,lookingJamieintheeye.“Youknowyoucan
alwayscountonme.Nomatterwhat.Ifyoueverneedanything,I’mhere.Always.”
SomethingflickeredinJamie’seyesbeforehesmiled.“Iknow.”
“AndifLamberthurtsyou—”
“I’mhappywithhim,Ryan.Really.”Jamiesmiledbrighter.
Ryaneyedhimskeptically.Maybehisdislikewasjustcloudinghisjudgment,buthecouldn’t
bringhimselftobelieveit.
PaulLambertwasn’tgoodenoughforJamie.
Chapter5
Amonthlater,Ryanwasstretchedoutonthesamecouch,hisarmaroundHannah’swaistasthey
watchedamovietogether,whenheheardthesoundofthekeyturninginthelock.
Jamiestoodinthedoorway,blinkingatthemowlishly.“Oh,”hesaid.“Ithoughtyouwereat
Zach’shouse.Sorryforbargingin.”Heturnedaway.
“Jamie,wait!”Ryanscrambledoffthecouchandstrodetowardhisbestfriend.TakingJamie’s
shouldersinhishands,hestudiedhim.Jamie’seyesweresuspiciouslyshiny.“What’swrong?”he
askedquietly.
Jamieshruggedandshookhishead,avoidinghisgaze.
Ryan’slipspressedtogether.“Sweetheart,couldyouleaveusaloneplease?”hesaid,raisinghis
voice.
“Sure,”Hannahsaid,eversounderstanding.“Seeyou,James.”Shegrabbedherhandbag,
peckedRyanonthelips,andthenshewasgone.
“Youshouldn’thavedoneit,”Jamiesaid,wrappinghisarmsaroundhimself,hisfacepale.
“Sorry.Ijustwantedtocrashhereforthenight.IthoughtyouwereatZach’s.”
Ryanlockedthedoor,tookJamiebythearmandledhimtothecouch.Heforcedhimtosit
beforegoingtograbafewbottlesofwhiskey.Heopenedthem,silentlyhandedonetoJamie,andsat
besidehim.“Wannatalkaboutit?
Jamieshookhisheadandtookabiggulpfromhisbottle.
Anhourlater,JamiewasleaningheavilyintoRyan’sside,hischeekpressedagainstRyan’s
shoulder,hisbottlegraspedlooselyinthehandthatdidn’thaveadeathlygriponRyan’sshirt.“I
reallylikedhim,”Jamiemuttered,slurringthewordsout.“Ilikedhim,Ryan.”
Ryanbittheinsideofhischeektokeephimselffromsaying‘Itoldyouso.’Thatwasn’twhat
Jamieneededrightnow.
“Imean,”Jamiemumbled.“Ididn’tlovehim,butIthoughtIcould—someday,youknow?”
“Iknow,”Ryansaidsoothingly,runninghisfingersthroughJamie’shair,massaginghisscalp.
Jamiemadeasmallnoise,leaningintothetouch.“HehatedthatIwasinthecloset.ThatI
couldn’tintroducethem.Dadandhim.IsaidIwasn’tready,andhesaid…hesaidIjustdidn’tlove
him…andthatIshouldtellDadorwe’redone.Ijust—Icouldn’t.Dadwouldbe…hewouldbe
disappointed.Moredisappointedinmethanhealreadyis.”
RyanwantedtobeatLambertintoapulp.AndArthurGraysonafterthat.
“Yourfatherlovesyou,”Ryansaid.Heknewitwastrue.ForallArthur ’sfaults,hedidlovehis
onlyson,inhisownway.
“Doesn’tmeanheisn’tdisappointed,”Jamiemumbledbarelyaudibly,hiswordsmuffledby
Ryan’sshirt.“I’mnothinglikehim.I’mnotcleverandcool-headed.Notverygoodatbusiness.IfI
didn’thavetheGraysoneyes,I’dthinkIwasswitchedatbirth.”Hechuckled.“Thoughitdoesn’tmean
much.TristanhastheGraysoneyesandhe’snoGrayson.”Hechuckledagain.“Actually,Tristan
would’vemadeafarbetterGraysonthanme.He’scleverandsmartwithhisinvestments—Zachtold
methat.Dadwould’veapprovedofhim.”
RyantookJamie’schinandtippedhisfaceup.ThelookofuttermiseryinJamie’saquamarine
eyestwistedhisinsidesintoatight,angryknot.“IfbeingagoodGraysonmeansbeinganarrogant,
cunningsonofabitch,I’mgladyouareverybadatit.AndifthatdickheadLambertwantedyour
dad’sblessingtoloveyou,fuckhim,then.He’sabloodyidiot.You’vebeenseeinghimforwhat,two
months?Abittoosoonforthemeetingtheparentspart.”
“Iguesshewaseagertomeethim.”JamiereachedforRyan’sbottleanddownedtheremaining
whiskeyinonedeepswallow.
Ryaninhaledslowlythroughhisgrittedteeth.Itwasn’tthefirsttimesomeoneclosetoJamiewas
moreinterestedinArthurthanhim.Jamiewasusedtoitbynow.Butitdidn’tmeanitstilldidn’thurt
him.
“Needanotherbottle,”Jamieslurredout,hiseyesunfocused.
“Thinkyou’vehadenough,mate,”Ryansaid,takingbothbottlesawayandsettingthemonthe
floor.
“No,”Jamiesaidstubbornly.
“Yes,”Ryansaid.“You’llhateyourselfinthemorning.”
“IfI’mdrunk,thenyou’redrunk,too,”Jamiesaid.
“Unlikeyou,Icanholdmyliquor.Irishbloodandall.”Though,truthbetold,Ryandidfeela
littledrunk—maybenotenoughtogivehimasplittingheadacheinthemorning,butenoughforthe
worldtoseemslowandalittledreamlike.
“I’mnotIrish.I’mEnglish,”Jamiemutteredwithabewilderedlookonhisface.
Inothercircumstances,ifJamiehadn’tbeensomiserable,Ryanwouldhavelaughed.Jamie
rarelygotsopissedthathelostthethreadoftheconversation.“Yes,youare.”CradlingJamie’sface,
hebrushedhislipsagainstJamie’sforehead.“Everythingwillbefine,you’llsee.”HekissedJamie’s
temple.
Jamieshuddered.“Don’t.Notnow.Ican’t—notnow.”
Frowning,Ryanpulledbacktolookathisfriend.
Jamiewasstaringathimoddly,hislipspartedandcurledinhalfagrimace,hiseyesgleaming
withdesperation.“I—”hesaidbeforesuddenlylungingforwardandclosingthedistancebetween
theirmouths.
Foramoment,Ryan’salcohol-foggedbraincouldn’tunderstandwhatwasgoingon.
Jamiewaskissinghim.
Jamiewaskissinghim.Oratleasttryingto,hislipsclumsyandawkwardbutdesperateand
needy—soneedyitwasweirdingRyanout.
“Please,”Jamiewhispered,fingersclawinginRyan’shairandhislipsclingingtoRyan’s.
“Please.”
Ryanhadneverbeenmoretorn.Apartofhimwasfreakingout—itwasJamie,hisbestfriend,
theguyhelovedlikealittlebrother,forfuck’ssake,andwhatthehellwashedoing?—buthe’dnever
beenanygoodatsayingnotoJamiewhenhewashurting.AndJamie,hischeekswetwithtears,was
hurting.
Buthehadtostopthis.
TakingJamie’sfaceinhishandsagain,Ryanpushedhimawaygently.Jamieactuallywhined.
“Jamie.”
Hewatchedasawarenessfinallyreplacedthatcreepy,single-mindeddesperationinJamie’s
eyes.Awareness,self-consciousness,anddawninghorror.Jamielookedmuchmoresoberallofa
sudden.Heflushedbrightred.
Ryanchuckled.“I’mallforreboundingafterabreakup,but…Iknowyou’redrunk,butIdidn’t
thinkyouweresodrunkthatevenIwoulddo.”
Jamiestaredathimforalongmomentbeforedroppinghisgaze.Afterashortwhile,helooked
atRyanagain.“Sorry,”hesaid,clearinghisthroat.“Ijust—Iwasn’ttryingtouseyouasarebound.
Obviously.Ijust…Paulsaidsomethingthatgotmeallworkedupandhurtmyego,soIguess…”He
shruggedsheepishly.“Sorry.”
“Whatdidhesay?”Ryanasked,alreadyknowinghewasn’tgoingtolikeit.
“Itdoesn’tmatter.Itwasintheheatofthemoment,justtohurtme.”
“Jamie.”
“Hesaid…hesaidIwasfrigidandwasn’tanygoodinbed,”Jamiemumbled.“AndthatI’m
terribleatkissing.”Jamiewasrefusingtomeethiseyes.
Ryansaidslowly,“Jamie,howmuchexperiencedoyouactuallyhave?”
Ifanything,Jamielookedevenmoreuncomfortable.“I’vebeenintheclosetallmylife.”
“Howmuch?”Ryanpressed.
“UntilPaul,afewsnogsandahandjob.”
ItwasRyan’sturntostare.
“Didyougoallthewaywithhim?”heaskedatlast,hopingJamiewouldsayno.Hedidn’ttrust
thatdickheadtotreatJamieright—Jamiewhohadpracticallybeenavirgin,Jesus.Whothehellwasa
virginattwenty-two?
“Yeah,”Jamiesaid,studyinghisownhands.“Ifuckedhim.”
“Butnottheotherwayround?”
“No.Hewantedto.Wetried,butIcouldn’trelax,”Jamiemurmured,eventhetipsofhisearsred.
“That’swhyhecalledmefrigid,Iguess.”
“That’sbullshit,”Ryansaid,recallingwhathisbrotherhadoncetoldhim.“Nicktoldmemany
gaymenactuallydon’tgoalltheway,stickingtoblowjobsandhandjobs.Noteveryonelikesit.”
Jamieshruggedagain,lookinglikehewantedtobeanywherebutthere.Ryanknewtheonly
reasonhewaseventalkingaboutitwasbecausehewasdrunk;normallyJamiewasveryprivateabout
hissexlife—becauseapparentlyhedidn’thaveone.NotthatRyanwasallthatcomfortabletalking
aboutJamie’ssexlife,buthecouldn’tleaveitatthat.Jamiehadenoughinsecuritiesthankstohis
father;hedidn’tneedsexualinsecuritiesontopofthem.
“Andyou’renotaterriblekisser,”Ryansaid.
Jamie’seyessnappedtohim,wideandconfused.
“You’renotagoodone,mindyou.Yourtechniqueneedswork.You’reovereager.”Ryan
smirkedalittle.“Igetit—whowouldn’tbeovereagertokissme?”
Finally,hegotthereactionhewanted:Jamierolledhiseyes,thoughhisfacewasstillredfrom
embarrassment.“Fuckoff.”
Stillsmirkinglazily,Ryanleanedbackagainstthecouch,stretchinghisarmalongtheback.“Is
thathowyoutalktoyourbestmatewho’sabouttoofferyoutopracticeonhim?”
Jamieblinkedafewtimes,lookingadorablybewildered.“You’rejoking.”
Ryanmethisgazesteadily.“Nope.Ipromisenottolaughatyouandjusttellyouifyou’redoing
somethingwrong.”
Jamiejuststaredathim.
“HurryupbeforeIchangemymind,”Ryansaid.
“You’restraight,”Jamiesaiddumbly.
Ryanraisedhiseyebrows.“Sowhat?Itwon’tbearealkiss.I’llletyoupracticeonme,sothe
nexttimesomepricksaysyou’reaterriblekisser,you’llknowhe’slying.”Truthbetold,Ryanwas
farfrombeingasblaséabouthisofferashepretended.EventhinkingaboutkissingJamiewastoo
strange.ButJamieneededhishelp.Moreimportantly,Jamieneededtobereassuredtherewasnothing
wrongwithhimsohecouldgethisconfidenceback.
HesawtheconflictingemotionsinJamie’seyes—nomatterhowwastedhewas,heprobably
hadsimilarmisgivingsaboutkissingsomeonewhowaspracticallyhisbrother.
ButJamiemovedcloseragain…closerandcloseruntiltheirmouthswereinchesapart.Ryan
couldsmellthescentofwhiskeyasJamietookshallow,shudderingbreaths.
“Don’tbesonervous,”Ryansaid,buryinghisfingersinJamie’shairandstrokingitsoothingly.
“It’sjustme.Don’tfreakoutonme.”
Jamiehuffedoutalaugh.“Thisiscrazy,”hemumbled,staringatRyan’slips.
“Alittle,”Ryansaid,applyingpressuretoJamie’sheaduntiltheirforeheadtouched.“Watchand
learn.”TryingnottothinktoomuchaboutthefactthatitwasJamie,hefittheirmouthstogetherand
startedkissinghim,makingsuretomakeitslowandthorough,soJamiecouldseehowitwasdone.
ExceptJamiecompletelyruinedit,hismouthturningovereagerandneedyagain.BeforeRyancould
processwhatwashappening,Jamie’stonguewasinhismouthandthenJamiewassuckingonRyan’s
tonguegreedily,makingthosedesperatelittlesoundsagain.IttookRyansomeefforttogetoverthe
utterstrangenessofit,buthefiguredsinceJamiehadsoverylittlesexualexperience,his
overeagernesswasonlytobeexpected.Itstilldidn’tmakeitanylessweirdthattheguyheconsidered
alittlebrotherwassuckingonhistonguewithshamelesslittlemoans.Itwasn’tterribleoranything.
Juststrangeashell.
JamiewhinedwhenRyanfinallybrokethekiss.
“Better,butyouwereovereageragain,”Ryansaid.“Toomuchtongue.”
“Sorry,”Jamiesaidbelatedly,lookingdazedandflushed.“Again?”
“Again,”Ryansaid.“ButthistimetakenoteofwhatI’mdoing.Slowly.”Hesmiled.“Okay?”
Jamienodded,lickedhismoistbottomlipandpartedhislips,waitingtobekissed.
ThesightwastheweirdestfuckingthingRyanhadseeninhislife.Tryingtoshakethefeeling
off,heleanedinandpressedtheirlipstogetheragain.Jamiesighedandheldverystill,lettingRyan
kisshimunhurriedly.Itdidn’tlastlong.Beforelong,Jamiewasbacktoneedyovereagerness,
suckingonRyan’stongue.Ryanlethimdoitforawhilebeforepullingback,wipinghislips,and
givingJamiealook.
Jamieblinkedblearily,asthoughwakingfromadream,andthengroaned,coveringhisface
withhishands.
Ryanlaughed.Theentirethingwasridiculous.
“Shutup,”Jamiesaid,pullinghiskneestohischestandwrappinghisarmsaroundthem.“You
promisednottolaugh.”
“Yougottaadmitit’sprettyfunny,”Ryansaid,throwinganarmaroundJamie’sshoulders.
“Actually,you’renotthatbad.Justalittletoomuch.”
“Ihateyou,”Jamiegrumbled,hidinghisfaceinhishandsagain.
“Ifit’sanyconsolation,yourmouthtastesnice,”Ryansaid.“Okay,thatsoundedweird.Butas
someonewhohaskissedmorethantwopeopleinhislife—”
“Three,”Jamiecutin.
“Assomeonewhohaskissedmorethanthreepeopleinhislife,Ihavetosayit’sprettyrarefor
someonedrunktohaveanice-tastingmouth.Mustbeyoursuperiorbreeding.”
“Ithinkyou’redrunkerthanme,”Jamiesaid,snorting.
“Never,”Ryansaid.Droppinghissmile,heturnedhisheadandnuzzledJamie’stemple.
“Lambertisfullofshit,Jamie.You’renotfrigid,trustme.”IfJamiecouldgetsoexcitedfromkissing
someonehewasn’tevenattractedto,hewastheoppositeoffrigid.RyankissedJamie’stemple.
“Jokingaside,you’renotaterriblekisser.Andtechniqueisn’teverything.It’salwaysflatteringashell
whenyourpartneriseager.It’saturn-on.Itwasstrangetomeforobviousreasons,butobviouslyI
don’tcount.”
Jamieputhischinontopofhisknees,huggingthemtightly.HeturnedhisfaceawaysoRyan
couldnolongerseeevenhisprofile.“No,youdon’t,”hesaidtonelessly.
Ryan’seyesnarrowed,anuncomfortablefeelingnaggingatthebackofhismind.
“I’mtired,”Jamiesaid,sighingandputtinghisheadonRyan’sshoulder.“I’msotired,”he
murmured,hiseyelidsslidingshut.“HopeIwon’trememberthisinthemorning.Idon’twantto.”
Frowning,Ryanstrokedhishairwithhisfingers.
“Iwish…Iwishthingsweredifferent,”Jamiewhispered.
“Different?”
Jamiedidn’trespond.
RyanstartedthinkingthathehadfallenasleepwhenJamiemumbledquietly,“Doyouever
wonderiftherearealternateuniverses?Liveswherethingsarealittlebitdifferent?Itmakesmefeel
bettertothinkthatmaybeinanotherlife…”Hisvoicegotstrainedandhetrailedoff.
Beforelong,hewasasleep.
Ryanliftedhimcarefullyandcarriedhimtohisbedroom.Jamiedidn’twakeupevenwhenhe
tuckedhimintohisbed.Ryansatnexttohim,leaningbackagainsttheheadboard.
Hisforeheadcreased,hewatchedJamiesleepasthenaggingfeelinginhisgutbecamestronger
andstronger.
Chapter6
“Happybirthdaytoyou
Happybirthdaytoyou
HappybirthdaydearZaaach
Happybirthdaytoyou!”
Jameswatchedeveryoneintheroomsingenthusiastically—well,everyoneintheroombut
Zach,whowasthebirthdayboy,andTristan,whoseemedtobetornbetweenmakingfunofpeople
aroundhimandsmilingstupidlyatZach.
Jameslovedbirthdays.HelovedtheHardawaybirthdaysinparticular:theywereloud,funand
verywarm,andZach’sthirty-firstbirthdaywasnoexception.Thefoodwasalwaysdelicious—despite
herfragilehealth,CathleenHardawayalwaysinsistedondoingthecookingherselfontheoccasions
ofherchildren’sbirthdays—andcompanywasevenbetter.Normally.
“Aren’tyouhavingfun,handsome?”Fredasked,wrappingahandaroundhisbicep.
Caseinpoint.
Suppressinghisgrimace,Jamesgavehisnewboyfriendathinsmile.Tall,dark,andhandsome,
Fredwasexactlyhistype,butJamescouldn’tsayhelikedFredallthatmuch.Theyhadbeentogether
fortwoweeksalready,buthestillfeltuneasyeverytimeFredtouchedhim.Hecouldn’thelpit.No
matterwhathismindknew,hisheartstillcouldn’tgetthememothathewasn’tRyan’s,andevery
touch,everykissfeltlikecheating.IthadbeeneasierwithPaul.WithPaul,Jameshadmanagedto
half-convincehimselfhecouldlovePaul.WithFred,hecouldn’t.He’dchosenPaulbecausehehad
likedhim;he’dchosenFredbecauseheneededaboyfriend.BecauseheneededtodistractRyan,
neededtodispelanysuspicion.
EversincethenightofhisbreakupwithPaul—eversincehegotstupidlydrunkandkissedhis
bestfriend—Ryanhadbeenlookingathimalittleoddly.Jamesdidn’tthinkRyansuspectedthetruth,
butRyanhadbeenextraattentive,asifhewasafraidJamiewasdepressed.Theworstthingwas,James
couldrememberonlyvaguelythekisstheyshared,orrather,thekissestheyshared,because
apparentlywhenhewasdrunk,hehadnoshameandwasn’taboveusingRyan’spityandkindness.The
memoryalonemadehimcringe.He’dneverthoughthecouldbesodesperateandpathetic,but
apparently,hewas.
Itwasn’ttheonlythingthatworriedhim.HecouldvaguelyremembertellingRyansomething
beforepassingout,butnomatterhowhardhestrainedhismemory,itremainedblank.Whatifhe’d
saidsomethingincriminating?
“Honey?”Fredsaid.
Jameshidanothergrimace.Fredwassuchawalkingstereotype.Despitehismuscularbuild,he
wassofeminineanddramaticthatthefirsttimeRyanhadmetFred,RyanhadactuallyturnedtoJames
andgivenhima“really?”look.
Onthebrightside,Freddidn’ttrytotaketheaggressiveroleinsex,perfectlycontentwith
lettingJamesfuckhim.ButevendespiteFred’sharmlessness,Jamesstillcouldn’tquiterelaxwithhim
—letalonerelaxenoughtotrybottoming.
HetriednottodwellontheratherdepressingpossibilitythatRyanmightbetheonlymanhe
couldrelaxcompletelywithinbed.
“What?”Jamessaid,tryingtosoundattentiveandenthusiastic.Itwasn’tFred’sfaulthewasn’t
Ryan.Itwasn’tFred’sfaultthatJamescouldn’thelpbutcomparehimtohisfriend,andthatFred
alwayscameupshort.Itwasn’tFred’sfaultJameswasanidiotandcouldn’tfuckingmoveon.
“Youdidn’tsayTristanDuValwasyourfriend’sbrother ’sboyfriend,”Fredsaid,staringopenly
atTristan.“Ididn’tknowhewasgay.Wow.”
ThistimeJamesdidn’tbothertohidehisgrimace.“Howisthatrelevant?”hesaid.“Our
sexualitiesdon’tdefineus.”
Fredshookhishead,hiseyesstillonTristan.“It’sdifferent.He’sacelebrity.”
“Hedoesn’tevenplayfootballanymore,”Jamessaid.“Pleasestopstaringathim.”Thelast
thingheneededwasTristan’sattentiononthem.Theguydidn’tlikehimforsomereasonandhewas
alsooneofthemostobservantpeopleJamesknew.
“ButIcan’tnotstareathim!”Fredsaid,grinning.“MysisterisajournalistattheTelegraph—”
“Afinewaytorepaytheirhospitality.”
AtleastFredhadthegracetolookembarrassed.“Sorry,”hesaid,leaningintokissJames.
Suppressingtheurgetopushhimaway,Jameskissedback.Hedidn’tclosehiseyes.Thatwaswhyhe
hadtheperfectviewofRyanlaughingatsomethingandleaningdowntokissHannah’sneck.Thatwas
whywhenRyanlookedup,theireyeslockedoverFred’sshoulder.SomethingshiftedinRyan’seyes,
aflickerofanemotionJamescouldn’tquiteplace.
JamesclosedhiseyesandkissedFredharder,hopingtofeelsomething.Anything.
Buthisfoolishheartremainedunaffected,asifitwasn’tthesameheartthatbeatmadlyevery
timeRyansmiledathim,everytimeRyancalledhimJamie,everytimeRyanpulledhimclose.
Afterthedinner,themoodofthepartybecamemorerelaxedandinformal.Fredhadexcused
himselfandleft.Ryan’smotherandauntwerealreadygone,too,aswereRyan’ssisterSandraandher
husband.Zach’sfriendsleftsoonafterthat,andnowitwasjustJames,Hannah,Tristanandthefive
Hardawaybrothers.Thebrotherschattedanimatedly,exchanginglightheartedinsultsastheynursed
theirbeers.Asusual,itwasveryentertainingtowatch.Andasusual,RyanandZachdominatedthe
roomwithouteventrying.
Zach,astheeldest,alwaysstoodalittleapartfromhisyoungersiblings.Hewasthedependable
andresponsibleone,withaverydrysenseofhumor,andhetendedtobemorethanalittle
overbearing.John,Nick,andtheeighteen-year-oldMilesweremuchmorelaidbackandmild-
tempered.
Outofallthebrothers,RyanresembledZachthemost.Notinappearance,becausetheyhadlittle
incommonbesidestheirheightandmuscularbuild,butinbearing.LikeZach,Ryanwassteadfastand
domineering,thoughitmanifesteddifferently:ifZachgaveyouacoolorderandsimplyexpected
youtodoasyouweretold,thesheerintensityofRyan’spersonalitymadeitdifficulttolookaway
whenhetalkedanditwashardnottodowhateverhewanted.AtleastthatwashowJamieoftenfelt:
likeahelplessrockcaughtinRyan’sgravity,whileRyanorbitedthelovelygirlsnuggledupagainst
him.
“Youshouldtrytobelessobvious,youknow.”
Jamesflinched.
Slowly,heturnedhisheadandfoundhimselfstaringintoanalmostidenticalsetofaquamarine
eyes.Sippinghisbeerlazily,Tristansaid,“Howlong?”
Jamesglancedaround.Theyweresomedistanceawayfromthebickeringbrothersandwere
unlikelytobeoverheard.
Hebrieflyconsideredfeigningconfusion,butheknewitwasuseless.Ifanyonecouldrecognize
alie,itwasTristan.Theguywasachameleon.Tristancouldbeniceandcharmingonemoment,then
turncoldandrudethenext.Despiteknowinghimforhalfayear,Jamesstillhadnocluewhichof
thoseTristanswasreal.HesuspectedTristanwasclosertohisrealselfwithZach.Hewasdifferent
withZach:softer,warmer,moreopen.
“Don’tbotherdenyingit,”Tristansaid.
“Iwasn’tgoingto,”Jamessaid.
“Thenyouaren’tasstupidasyoulook.”
Jamescockedhishead,lookingatTristancuriously.Buthecouldn’treadhimatall.“Whydo
youhatemesomuch?”
TheconfusedexpressiononTristan’sfacewasperfect,butJameswasn’tbuyingit.Suchintense
instantdislikedidn’tappearfornoreason.
“Hateyou?”Tristanrepeated.“WhywouldIhateyou?Ibarelyknowyou.”
“Idon’tknow.Whydon’tyoutellme?”Jamiesaid.
Tristansmiled,thesmileturninghisfacealmostethereal.Hereallywasuncommonlybeautiful.
“Nicechangeoftopic,Grayson.So,howlonghaveyoubeencarryingatorchforyourstraightbest-
friend-slash-brother?”
Jamesdidn’tanswer.
“Hmm,”Tristansaid.HiseyesstudiedJames,assessingandsharp.“Whydon’tyoutellhim?
Wait,don’tanswer.Iknow:you’reafraiditwouldfuckupyourfriendship.Pfft,you’reso
predictable.”
“Tristan,grabanothersix-packfromthefridge,”Zachcalledoutfromacrosstheroom.
“DoIlooklikeadeliveryboy?”Tristansaid,thesneerhedirectedatJamesturningintoasmile
whenhelookedatZach.
Zachsmiledback.“Youlooklikemyboyfriend.Gofetchit.”
“I’minjured,”Tristanpointedout.
“That’swhyJameswillgowithyou,youbaby,”Zachsaid.
Tristanpouted.Zachlaughed.
Theyhadastrangedynamic,thetwoofthem.Theycouldn’tbemoredifferent:Zach,
responsibleandmature,andTristan,whooftenbehavedlikeanunashamedbrat.Butsomehowthey
worked.Theyfit.
TristanheadedtothekitchenandJamesfollowedhimreluctantly.
“Itwouldscrewupourfriendship,”hesaid.
“Bullshit,”Tristansaid.“I’veneverseenanyonemoreattachedatthehipthanyouandRyan—
actually,no,Ihave.YouknowJaredandmyadoptivebrother,Gabriel?”
Jamesfrowned.“Sure.Whatdotheyhavetodowithanything?Iknowthey’regoodfriends.
Everyoneknowsit.”Theirfriendshipwaswell-documentedinthemedia.
“They’renotjustfriendsanymore,”Tristansaid,openingthefridge.“Gabeneverthoughtof
Jaredthatway,butwhenhefoundoutthatJaredhadbeencarryingatorchforhimforyears,itdidn’t
changethingsmuch.Therewassomedrama,becauseGabeisanidiot,butnowthey’rehappily
fucking.”
“Ryanisstraight,”Jamessaid.
“Everyone’sstraightuntilthey’renot,”Tristansaid,lookingbored.“Zachisn’texactlygay,
either.Attractioniseitherthereornot,andlabelshavelittletodowithit.”
“Ryanisn’tattractedtome.”Jameswasproudofhowcalmhisvoicesounded.“Iknowthatfor
sure.”
Tristanlookedathim.“Yeah,maybe.Hetrulyseemstoseeyouasabrother.”
Jamesdidn’tknowwhythewordshurt:itwasnothinghedidn’tknow.Maybeapartofhimhad
hopedTristanwoulddisagree.
God,Tristanwasright:hereallywasstupid.Hemaynotremembermuchfromthenighthe
kissedRyan,buthedidrememberRyanlaughingitoffandmakingfunofhimgood-naturedly.Ryan
wasn’tattractedtohimatall.Therewasnodoubtaboutit.
“Sothere’snopointintellinghim,”Jamesmanaged.“Helovesher,he’shappywithher,andif
hefindsout,he’donlyfeelsorryforme.”
Tristanhadthestrangestexpressiononhisface.
“What?”
Shakinghishead,Tristanpointedatthesix-packinthefridge.“Grabthisandlet’sgo.”
JamesdidashewastoldandfollowedTristanoutofthekitchen.Thesix-packfeltfarheavier
thanitshouldhaveashewatchedTristanstridetowardZachandkisshim.Afteramoment’ssurprise,
Zachpulledhimdownintohislapandkissedback.Hisbrotherswolf-whistled.Grinning,Hannahsaid
somethingandkissedherboyfriend,too.
Jamesdraggedhiseyesaway.HisgazelandedonTristanagain,wholookedflushed,well-
snogged,andhappyashegazedatZach.AnacidicfeelingburnedinthebackofJames’sthroat.
Tristanlookedathim,and,toJames’ssurprise,hecouldseesomethinglikeunderstandingand
pityinTristan’seyes.
Histhroatuncomfortablythick,Jameswalkedforwardandputthesix-packatZach’sfeet.
“Lifeisafunnything,isn’t?”TristansaidquietlyfromhissprawlinZach’slap.“Itgivesyou
someandtakessome.”
Zachlookedathisboyfriendwithafaintcreasebetweenhisbrowsbeforesmiling.“You’re
growingwiserbytheminute.”
Smirking,Tristansaid,“Thewisdomofyouradvancedagemustberubbingoffonme.”
“Mustbe,”ZachsaidbeforebitingTristan’sbottomlip.Tristansighedandimmediatelyparted
hislipsforZach’stongue.
“Getaroom,youtwo,”Ryansaidwithalaugh.
“Comingfromyou,that’sprettyrich,Romeo,”Nicksaid.
“AtleastI’mnotasadsodlikeyou,”Ryansaid,kissingHannahonthetemple.
Jameshadneverthoughtitwaspossibletofeelsolonelyinaroomfullofpeopleheliked.
“Jamie?”Ryansaidsuddenly.“Youokay?”
“Yeah,”Jamessaid,withoutlookingathim.“Ijusthavetogo.Irememberedsomething
importantDadtoldmetodo.”
HefeltTristan’sgazeonhim.
Afterbiddingeveryonegoodbyes,Jamesmadehiswaytothedoor.Hewasn’tsurprisedwhen
Tristanfollowedhim.
“Don’ttellhimanything,”Jamessaid,puttingonhisjacket.“Please.”
Crossinghisarmsoverhischest,Tristanleanedagainstthewallandeyedhim.“Youknow
what?”hesaidmildly.“Youwantmyopinion?”
Didhehaveachoice?
“Shoot.”
“Areyoureallyplanningtosuckitupandsufferinsilenceallyourlife,watchinghimget
marriedandhavekidswithher?Really?That’sjustsad.Walkawayortellhimyouwanthim.Worst-
casescenario,yourfriendshipbecomesstrainedanddiessoonerratherthanlater.Youhavenothing
tolose.”Tristansneered.“Anddon’tkidyourself.You’lllosehimanywaywhenyoueventuallyget
sickofwatchinghimwithsomeoneelse.”Cockinghishead,Tristansaidsoftly,“Youalreadyfeelit,
don’tyou?Thebitterness,thejealousy,theugliness.”
Jamesswallowedandavertedhiseyes.Hewantedtodenyitbutcouldn’t.Hedidn’tlikethe
personhewasbecoming:someonewhoconstantlyliedtohidehisfeelings,someonewhoputona
smilewhenhefeltlikepunchingpeopleorcurlingupandcryinglikeababy.Someonewhofeltsick
andbitterwatchingthepersonhelovedbehappy.
Wasn’tlovesupposedtobeselfless?Hewasbetterthanthat.Wasn’the?
Wasn’the?
JameslookedatTristan.“Whyareyouhelpingme?Whyareyousoniceallofasudden?”
AfaintsmiletouchedTristan’sface.“I’mnotbeingnice.Tobehonest,Ifindithilariousthat
you,ofallpeople…”HelookedoverJames’sshoulder,presumablyatZach,andhisexpression
softenedandwarmed.“ButI’mtryingtobeabetterperson.It’sstillaworkinprogress,butit’seasier
tobeabetterpersonwhenyou’rehappy.”HelookedbackatJames.“Bitternessandjealousyaremy
oldfriends.Trustme,thelongeryouknowthemintimately,theuglieritgets.Cutyourlossesnow.”
Jamesopenedthedoorandleftwithoutsayingaword.
Outside,acoldgustofNovemberwindblewintohisface,bitingathisskinandmakinghiseyes
water.
Chapter7
“Youlookterrible,James.”
Jameslookedupfromthecupofteahewasnursing.Hismotherwaseyeinghimspeculatively.
Shecertainlydidn’tlookterrible.Asusual,notahairwasoutofplace,herlongblondlocksperfectly
coiffed.
“Ihaven’tsleptwell,”Jamesadmitted.HehadthoughtaboutTristan’swordstheentirenight.He
hadn’tcometoanydecision,andhisownindecisivenessfrustratedhim.
“I’mnotsurprised,”Barbarasaidwithasharplookatherhusbandseatedattheotherendofthe
table.“Yourfatherdoesn’tunderstandthatyou’restillayoungmanwhoneedsregularworkinghours
andrest—”
“Donotcoddlehim,Barbara,”ArthurGraysonsaidcoldly,withoutlookingupfromhis
newspaper.“He’shardlyaboy.He’stwenty-twoyearsold,andit’stimeforhimtoassumesome
responsibilityinthefamilybusiness.”
“Ifyouknewyoursonatall,youwouldknowheisn’tinterestedinthefamilybusiness,”
Barbararetorted.
“He’saGrayson,”Arthursaid.
“AndIregretiteveryday,”BarbaramutteredloudenoughforArthurtohear.
Arthursimplyraisedagrayingeyebrow,hissharpeyespausingonhiswifebeforesettlingon
hisson.Jamesstraightenedinhischair.Arthursaidnothingforamoment,simplyregardinghimin
silence.
“James,IwillbeatthePalaceofWestminsteruntilafternoon,”hesaidatlast.“I’msureyoucan
handlethemeetingwithRichardWhitfordwithoutme.”
Jamestriedandfailedtosuppressagrimace.Businessnegotiationshadneverbeenhisstrongest
suit,andRichardWhitford,thebillionaireandownerofWhitfordIndustries,wasn’taneasymanto
dealwith.
Barbarasaid,“Don’tmakethatface,darling.You’llgetearlywrinkles.”TurningtoArthur,she
bitout,“Youcannotbeserious.Thatmanisacriminal.Jamesshouldnotbehandlinghimonhis
own.”
UsuallyJameshatedhismother ’soverbearingcoddling,butthistimehewelcomedit.Hewasin
nostateofmindtodealwithRichardWhitfordnow.
However,Arthurwasundeterred.“Jamesshouldlearntodealwithsuchmenwithoutmyholding
hishand.Besides,Jamesisfriendswithhisson.Thatshouldmakeeverythingeasier.”
Barbaralaughed.“Thatshowshowcluelessyouare.Lukeisasweetboy,buthebearslittle
resemblancetohiscriminalofafather.”
“Whitfordisnotacriminal.He’soneofthewealthiestmeninEurope.”
Barbarasnorted.“HehasdealingswiththeItalianandRussianmafia.Everyoneknowsit.”
“Untilit’sprovenotherwise,itisnothingbutamaliciousrumor,”Arthursaid.“Andcease
interferinginbusinessmatters.Theydon’tconcernyou.”
“Everythingthatconcernsmysonconcernsme.”
“I’msureJameswoulddisagreewithit.James?”
“Yes,honey,tellyourfatherthatyourmotherisright.”
Jameswishedhecouldclamphishandsoverhisearsandpretendthiswasn’thappening.
Helookedfromoneparenttotheother.Withasinkingfeeling,herealizedtheyheldabsolutely
noaffectionforeachotheranymore.Theyusedto;butnowtherewasnothingleftbuthostilityand
bitterness.
Hedidn’twanttobelikethem.
Hedidn’twanttoturnintothem.
Jamesstoodupandsaid,“Ihavetogo.”
Ignoringhisparents,hestrodeoutoftheroom—outofthehouse—andgotintohiscar.
HeknewitwasRyan’sdayoff.HewouldlikelystillbeatZach’splace,maybeevenasleep.It
wasn’tideal,buthecouldn’twaitanylonger.Ifhedid,hewouldlosehisnerve.
Maybethetruthwoulddestroytheirfriendship.Maybe.Probably.Butitwasstillbetterthan
emulatinghisparents’exampleandturningintoabitterpersonlivingalie.
Hecouldn’t.
Hewouldn’t.
Chapter8
“Ryan,getup.”
Ryanburroweddeeperintothepillows.“Shutthedoorfromtheotherside.I’msleepingtill
noon.It’smydayoff.”
“Yoursecondhalfwantstotalktoyou.”
RyanforcedhiseyesopenandfixedthemonTristanblearily.“Jamie’shere?Now?”
Tristanraisedhiseyebrows,anamusedexpressionappearingonhisface.“Itmustbetoughtobe
hisgirlfriend,Hannah.”
Hannahlaughed,comingoutofthebathroom.Shewasalreadydressed,hermakeupimmaculate.
“I’musedtotheirverymanlyplatoniclove,”shesaid.“IwouldhavebeenextremelyjealousifI
wasn’tsureRyanwouldpukeifsomeoneforcedhimtotouchJamesthatway.Ithinktheirbromance
iscute.”
Stretching,Ryansatup.“We’renotcute,”hegrumbled,tryingtoshakethesleepoff.“Menare
notcute.Andunlessyouwanttogetaneyeful,getoutofmyroom,Tristan.”
TristangaveRyan’sbarechestascrutinizinglook.“You’rereallyveryhot.”
Ryanstaredathim.“Thanks?”
“You’rewelcome,”Tristansaid,asifhewastalkingabouttheweather.“I’llhaveyouknowI
haveextremelyhighstandards.IfZachwasn’tZach,I’dshagyou.”
Ryansnortedalaugh.“IfIwereevenalittleintoblokes,I’dshagyou,too.You’refarprettier
thanHannah.”
“Hey!”Hannahsaid,laughing.
“What?It’strue,”Ryansaid.
HannahlookedatTristanandgrinned.“Okay,there’snoshameinbeinglessprettythan
Tristan.”
Tristangavethemapinchedlook.“Stop.Juststop.”
“Don’tpretendtobeoffended,”Ryansaid,smirking.“I’veheardZachcallyoudollfacemany
times,whichiswayworse.”
ThelookTristangavehimwasverysweetandverypoisonous.“You’renotZach.Onlyhecan
getawaywithcallingmeridiculousthings.Nowgetyourbehindoutofbedanddon’tmakeyour
preciousJamiewait.”
“Justsendhimupstairs,”Ryansaid,lettingthesheetsfalltohisfeetasheclimbedoutofthebed.
“Hey!”Tristansaid,flushingandturningaway.
“Ididwarnyou.”RyangaveHannahagoodbyekissbeforedisappearingintothebathroom.
Aquickshowerlater,hewrappedatowelaroundhishipsandemergedoutofthebathroom.
HannahandTristanweregone.Jamiestoodbythewindow,lookingatthebackyard.
Ryancametoahalt,frowningashetookinthetensesetofJamie’sshoulders.“Jamie?”
HisfriendturnedaroundandtheexpressiononhisfacedidnothingtoalleviateRyan’salarm.
“Weneedtotalk.”
Ryanletoutalaugh.“Areyoubreakingupwithme?”
Jamiedidn’tsmile.Ifanything,thebleaklookinhiseyesonlyworsened.“I…”hesaidbefore
avertinghisgaze.“Pleasegetdressedfirst.”
Frowningdeeper,Ryanquicklyputonsomesweatpantsandat-shirt.WhatwasJamieeven
doinghereatthishour?Ryanmighthavethedayoff,butJamiedefinitelydidn’t.
“Well?”hesaidwhenhewasfullyclothed.
“I’vebeenlyingtoyouaboutsomething,”Jamiesaid.
Ryanletoutaharshlaugh.“Youdoknowthatthisisn’tanybetterthan‘weneedtotalk,’right?”
AweaksmilecurledJamie’slipsforamoment.“Iknow.AndI’msorry.”
“Forlying?”Ryansaid.
“ForlyingandforwhatI’mabouttotellyou.”
Ryanshovedhisclenchedfistsintothepocketsofhissweatpants.“Apologizingbeforetelling
mewhatyou’reapologizingforisjustcheap.Justspillit.”
Jamiecaughthisbottomlipbetweenhisteeth.“I…”
“Justspillit,Jamie,”Ryansaidtestily,fearsettlinglowinhisgut.“Areyouill?Isitsomething
serious?”
Jamieblinked.“What?No!”
Ryanbreathedout.“Thenwhatisit,youwanker?Youfuckingscaredme.”
Jamiereturnedtoworryinghislip.
“YouknowIloveyou,”hesaidawkwardly.
Ryansighed.“Iloveyou,too,mate.Sowhatisit?”
Hislipspursing,JamielookedawaybeforelookingRyandeadintheeye.“No,Iloveyou.”
Ryan’sgutsshriveledintoahardknot.
Jamiecouldn’tpossiblymean…that.
ButthelongerhestaredatJamie,wholookedverypaleandverybrave,anyremaininghopethat
Jamiemeantsomethingelsedisappeared.
Hisjawworking,Ryanturnedhisfaceaway,tryingtogatherhischaoticthoughtsintosome
semblanceoforder.ThelastthingJamieneededrightnowwastoseehowmuchhiswordshad
freakedhimout.Though,ifhewerehonestwithhimself,therewasapartofhimthatwasn’tallthat
surprised.Afterthatnightseveralweeksago,afterthesheerneedinessinJamie’skisses,afterJamie’s
dejectedwordsafterward,thethoughthadcrossedRyan’smindonceortwice.Hehaddiscardeditas
ridiculousatthetime.
Itstillseemedridiculous.JamiewasJamie,forfuck’ssake.Hisbestmate.Someonehealways
consideredalittlebrotherwhoneededhisprotection.Jamiewasn’tsupposedtowantthatfromhim.
“Saysomething,”Jamiesaid,hisvoicerough.
Ryanforcedhimselftolookathim.“Forfuck’ssake,stoplookingatmelikeI’mabouttokick
youout.”
HisharshtonedidnothingtoerasethefearandmiseryfromJamie’sface.Theaquamarineeyes
widened.Jamietookastepback.
“Sorry,”Ryansaid,histonesofter,rakingahandthroughhishairinfrustration.“I’mnotangry
—notatyou.”Hewasangrywiththeentiresituation.Andhewasangrywithhimself.Howcouldhe
havebeensoblind?Nowthatheknew,lookingback,hecouldseethelittleinconsistenciesinJamie’s
behavior.
Jamiewantedhim.Jamiewasinlovewithhim.Jamiewasmiserablebecauseofthat.
Becauseofhim.
Ryanfeltlikepunchingsomething.Buttherewasnothingtopunch.Itwasn’tasituationwithan
easyfix.Hecouldn’ttellJamiethateverythingwouldbeallright.Hecouldn’tdoanythingtomakeit
allright.Hewasstraight.Hehadanamazinggirlfriendhewashappywith.Hegenuinelydidn’tsee
Jamiethatwayatall.
TherewasnothinghecoulddoforJamie.
“Areyousure?”Ryansaid,hisvoicelikegrittysandpaper.Thiswastheworstthingthatcould
happentothem.
“Yeah,”Jamiesaid,barelyaudibly.“Pleasedon’thateme.”
Swearingthroughhisteeth,RyanclosedthedistancebetweenthemandenvelopedJamieina
tighthug.“Idon’thateyou,youprat,”hesaid,buryinghisnoseintoJamie’shair.“Don’tyouever
thinkthat.”
“I’msorry,”Jamiewhispered.“Ifuckedup.Ididn’tmeanto—itjusthappened.”
Ryanpulledbackalittletolookhimintheeye.“Don’tyoudareblameyourselfforloving
someone.”Heforcedoutateasingsmile.“Noonecanblameyouforyourexcellenttaste.”
AghostofasmiletouchedJamie’slips,buthiseye-rollwashalf-heartedatbest.Hiseyeswere
stillshiny,hisfaceverypale.TheknowledgethathewastheonewhohadputthatlookonJamie’s
facemadehimsicktohisstomach.
Settinghisjaw,RyancradledJamie’sfaceinhishands.“Listen,”hesaid,holdingJamie’sgaze
intently.“IpromiseyouI’lldowhateverittakestofixthis.Ifyouwantto,I’llfindyouthebest
boyfriendintheworld.Someoneyoucanfallinloveandbehappywith.Howdoesthatsound,
mmm?”
ThesmileJamiegavehimwasalittleshaky.Ryantoldhimselfitwasbetterthannothing.
“Youdon’thavetodoanything,”Jamiesaid.“Ididn’ttellyouthatbecauseIexpectedyoutodo
something.”Jamiesmiledbrighter.“It’snotyourfaultI’manidiot.I’llbefine—”
“Stopit,”Ryansaid.“Don’tpretendit’sokay.”
“It’snotokay,”Jamiesaid.HesmiledatRyan,alittlebrokenly,asifhehadnocluewhatthat
smilewasdoingtohim.“It’snot.ButI’mnotthefirstorthelastpersonintheworldtolovesomeone
Ican’thave.I’mnotsurewhatIexpectedwhenIdecidedtotellyou.ButIdidn’texpectanythingfrom
you.Iknowyoudon’tlovemethatway.Iknowyouloveher,thatyou’rehappywithher.”Jamie’s
eyeswerealittletoobright.“Nothinghastochange.Just…justdon’texpectmetobeyourbestman
whenyoumarryher,okay?Ican’tdoit,notevenforyou.”
Ryanfeltlikethegroundmovedbeneathhisfeet.HecouldonlywatchJamielieonceagainthat
hewouldbefine,forceoutanothersmileandleave.Ryanstood,unmoving,anacidchurningdeepin
thepitofhisstomach,andhefoughttheimpulsetoretchandbreaksomething.
Laterthatnight,hedidn’tmakelovetoHannah.Hefuckedher,hardandrough,pouringoutall
hisfrustrationandanger,Jamie’sshaky,forcedsmilebeforehiseyes.Whenshecame,moaningand
shudderingaroundhim,hepulledout,rolledoutofthebed,andwenttothebathroom.
Hestaredathisnakedbodyinthemirror,athisheavingchestandharddick.Hethoughtofall
thosetimeshehadunthinkingly,unknowinglyhurtJamie,flauntinghowhappyhewaswithHannah.
OfallthosetimeshetoldJamiethathelovedHannah.OfallthosetimeshekissedHannahinfrontof
him.OfallthosebrightsmilesJamiegavehimafterward.
Ryanslammedhisfistinthemirror.
Chapter9
SometimesJameswasn’tsurewhethertellingRyanabouthisfeelingshadmadeeverything
betterorworse.Itwasbetterinthesensethathedidn’thavetolieallthetimeandpretendtobehappy
whenhefeltlikeshit.ItwasbetterinthesensethatRyanhadstoppedflauntinghowhappyhewaswith
Hannah.
Butinotherways,itwasmuch,muchworse.BecausehecouldfeelRyan’spity,Ryan’sguilt,the
effortRyanmadetokeeptheirrelationshipnodifferentfrombefore.Anditwasbloodyawful.
SometimesJamesfeltlikeyellingatRyanthathedidn’tneedhispity,thathewasn’tafragilevasethat
wouldbreakatanymentionofHannah.OthertimeshecouldbarelystophimselffromkissingRyan,
becausehewassodamngoodtohim,alwaysoverprotective,wantingtoshieldJamiefromanyhurt
andharm,evenifhewastheonewhoultimatelyhurthim.
“Isitjustme,orisRyanplayingthematchmaker?”Lukesaid,tearinghimawayfromhis
thoughts.
Jamessighed.Thiswasanotherchangefortheworse:Ryanwasdeterminedtofindhima
boyfriendwhowouldmakeJamesforgetallabouthim.IntheweekssincehehadtoldRyan
everything,RyanhadallbutforcedhimtodumpFred,knowingthatJamesdidn’tcareforhim,and
pushedhimtowardthreedifferentblokes,allhand-pickedbyRyan.Lukewasthefourthluckysod.
JamesliftedhisgazefromhisbeertolookatLukeacrossthetable.Unlikehispredecessors,
Lukewasactuallyaguyheknewverywellandliked.Jamesconsideredhimaclosefriend—notas
closeasRyan,ofcourse,butstill.HeandLukehadsharedthesamecircleofacquaintancesforas
longashecouldremember.Asthesoleheirsoftheirrespective,obscenelyrichfamilies,they
understoodeachotherwell.Lukewasthe“sweetboy”Barbarahadbeenreferringtowhenshe
accusedLuke’sfatherofbeingacriminal.WhatBarbaradidn’tknowwasthatLukewasgayanddeep
inthecloset,justlikeherson—whichwassomethingshewasalsostillobliviousabout.Lukewasthe
onlypersonwho’dknownabouthimbeinggayforyears.
“Yeah,”Jamesadmittedwithagrimace.“Justignoreit,allright?Ikeeptellinghimtostop
pushingmenatme,butyouknowRyan.Ifhesetshismindonsomething,nothingcanstophim.He’s
determinedtofindmetheperfectboyfriend.”
Luke’sgoldeneyebrowscrawledupward.“IguessIshouldbeflatteredhepickedmeasa
candidate,then.”
Jamessmiledathim.“Ryanmightbestraight,butheisn’tblind.”Lukedefinitelywasalooker.
Evenhisenormousinheritanceaside,hewasacatch.Hehaddarkgoldenhair,deepchocolate-brown
eyes,perfectbonestructure,andflawlessskin.Theonlyimperfectionwashismouth,whichlooked
toobigforhisface,theupperlipfullerthanthebottomone.Lukewasafewinchesshorterand
slighterinbuildthanJamesbutveryfit.Helookedgoodandheknewit.
“Why,thankyou,”Lukesaid,winkingathim.“Youaren’thalf-badyourself.”
NowonderRyanmistooktheirmeaninglessflirtingforsomethingitwasn’t.Beingstraight,
Ryanprobablycouldn’tseethattherewasnorealchemistrybetweenJamesandLuke.Theyhadbeen
eachother ’sfirstkiss,buttheyhadneverbeenallthatattractedtooneanother,evenwhentheywere
hormonalteenagers.
“I’mnotbadenoughforyou,”Jamessaidwithasoftchuckle.Luke’sthingforbadboyswas
well-documented.
Lukegroaned.“Idon’tpickthemonpurpose.Itjusthappens.”
“Yeah,sure.Whateveryousay.”JamespulledhisphoneoutandshotaquicktexttoRyan.
Youcan’tbetakingaleakforanhour.Ifyouthinkyou’rebeingsubtle,you’renot.
Ryanreturnedtotheirsecludedcornerinthepubfiveminuteslaterandactuallyhadthenerveto
lookdispleasedwhenhesawhowfarapartJamesandLukeweresitting.
Takingonelookathisface,Lukestartedlaughing.“Youwereatthepubacrosstheroad,
weren’tyou?”
Ryandidn’tevencrackasmile.Jameshadnoticedthathismoodwasgettingworsewiththe
continuedfailureofhismatchmakingefforts.Jameswasn’tsurewhattothinkofit:hestilltriednotto
betooobviousabouthisfeelingsinordertomakeRyanmorecomfortable,butRyan’smoodseemed
tobedarkeningregardlessofthat.Jameshadeventriedtopretendtobeenamoredwiththeprevious
guyRyanhadpushedathim,butRyanhadseenthroughhisbullshitimmediatelyandtheyhadabig,
uglyfight.Itlookedliketheyweregoingtohaveanotheronetonight.
Sighing,Jamesdecidedtheyhadbettergetsomewhereprivatefirst.Hemadetheirexcuseswhile
Ryanremainedsilentandstony-facedbyhisside.Theyleftthepubinsilence.
JamesdrovewhileRyanlookedoutthesidewindow.God,thesilencebetweenthemhadnever
feltsouncomfortableandsuffocating.
TheyenteredRyan’sflatstillinsilence.
Jamessatdownonthecouch.
Ryansatnexttohim.
Neitherofthemlookedattheotherandtheydidn’tspeakforalongtime.
Atlast,Ryansaidtonelessly,“Itisn’tworking,isit?”
Jamesstareddownathishands.“No.”
Hewasn’tsurewhattheyweretalkingabout:Ryan’smatchmakingorthefactthattheir
relationshipwasslowlycrumblingdespitetheirbestefforts.Maybeboth.
Hiseyesstinging,Jamesbittheinsideofhischeek.Wasthishowitwasdestinedtoend?Bothof
themgettingmoreandmorefrustratedwitheachother,becausetheywereunabletoletgowhenthey
shouldhave?Afriendshipwithoneofthefriendsinunrequitedlovewiththeothercouldneverwork.
Couldneverlast.ThiswaswhatTristanhadmeant.He’dbeenright.
“Thisispointless,”hewhispered.“Weshouldjust…”
HeheardRyantakeashakybreathbeforesuddenlyhehadRyan’sarmaroundhim.Ryan’snose
pressedagainsthistemple.“No,”Ryansaid,angerandfrustrationclearinhisvoice.“No,Jamie.”
Jamesclosedhiseyes,wonderingwhythingscouldn’tbesimple.“Maybeitwouldbeforthe
best,”hesaidaroundthelumpinhisthroat.“Beforewestarthatingeachother.”
“No,”Ryanbitoff,hisbreathhotonJames’scheek.
Heshivered.“Ryan—”
“Isaidno.”ThehumorinRyan’svoicecouldn’thavebeenmoreforcedashesaid,“I’dhateto
havetotrainanewbestfriendafterwastingsomanyyearsonyou.”
“Ryan—”
“No.”Ryannuzzledhischeek,andwhenhespoke,therewasnothingbutrawhonestyinhis
voice.“YoudoknowIloveyou,right?”
Jamesstaredinfrontofhim,unseeing.God,didn’tRyanrealizehowmuchworsehiswords
madehimfeel?Itwaslikeseeingatantalizingglimpseofwhat-could-have-beenifthingshadbeen
justalittledifferentifonlyRyanhadbeenevenalittlebi-curious.HeknewRyanwasasattachedto
himashewastoRyan.Theonlydifferencebetweenthemwastheirsexuality:whilehisattachmenthad
shiftedintoasexual,romanticone,Ryan’sremainedplatonicandbrotherly—butitdidn’tmeanitwas
weakerorless.
“Ryan—”hetried,buthisfriendcuthimoffagain.
“Iloveyou,youprat,”Ryansaidharshly,hisstubblemakingJamieshiver.“Iwon’tletthisfuck
usup.I’mnotgivingyouup.”HisarmtightenedaroundJamie’sshoulders.Ryanlaughedshortly.“I
don’tfuckingknowhowto.”Ryan’slipsbrushedhisjawandJamesheardhimselfmakeasmall
sound:amoan.
Theybothwentstill.
Fuck.Howbloodymortifying.
“Isthisturningyouon?”Ryansaidneutrally,asifhewastalkingabouttheweather.
Jameshuffedoutanawkwardlaugh.“I’musedtoit.Youhavenoconceptofpersonalspace.At
thispoint,Spockwouldbejealousofmyself-control.”
“Geek,”Ryansaid,hisvoicebrimmingwithaffection.“Youandyourobscuresciencefiction
references.WhoevenwatchesStarTrekanymore?”Hekissedhimonthejawagain.
Jamesgrittedhisteeth.“Youdorealizethatkissingmyfaceisn’taverystraightthingtodo?”
“HaveIevercaredaboutbullshitlikethat?”
No,andthat’swhatgotusintothispredicamentinthefirstplace.
“Maybeyoushould,”Jamessaidtersely.“You’dbetterstopnowifyoudon’twanttoendupwith
mytongueinyourmouth.”
“Beenthere,donethat,”Ryansaidwithachuckle.“Wait,didyoupretendtobeabadkissertoget
mekissyou?Thatwasverydeviousofyou.”
Jamespunchedhimintheabs,butRyandidn’tevenflinch,grinningagainsthischeek.“You’re
blushing,Jamiebear.Youtotallydid,didn’tyou?”
“Iwasdrunk,”Jamessaid,lookingdownathishandsandtryingtoignoreRyan’smaddening
proximity.“Mycontrolwascompromised.”
Hehalf-expectedRyantomakefunofhimforchannelingSpockagain,buthecouldfeelRyan’s
grindisappear.
“You’vealwayskeptyourguarduparoundme,”Ryansaidwithoutanyinflectioninhisvoice.
“AndInevernoticed.”
Jameswinced.“Ihadto.OrI’dbemolestingyouateveryturn.”
Ryanwassilent,hiswarmbreathbrushingJames’sear.God.WhenRyanwassoclose,allhe
wantedwastocrawlintoRyan’slap,teartheirclothesoffand—Fuck,hemustgetagrip.Hewasn’t
drunknow.Hehadnoexcusenow.
“Jamie,”Ryansaid.“Idon’tgiveashit.Molestme—Idon’tfuckingcare.I’dtakethatoveryou
beingconstantlyonguardaroundme.”
AshortlaughleftJames’slips.“Iappreciatethesentiment,butyouhavenoideawhatyou’re
talkingabout.”
ItwasRyan’sturntolaugh.“Noidea?Please.I’mnottheonewho’skissedthreepeopleinmy
life.”
“Youstilldon’tgetit.”
“Ido,youtosser.”
Withafrustratedsigh,Jamesturnedhisheadandslammedtheirlipstogether.Itwasmeanttobe
alessonforRyan,buthewasn’tpreparedforhowmuchitwouldshakehim.Abroken,desperate
moantoreoutofhisthroatandheplungedhistongueintoRyan’smouth,foundRyan’stongueand
suckedonit,greedy,hungry,sohungry.Itfeltlikehe’dbeenthirstyforcenturies,foreons,andGod,
God—Hewhimpered,suckingRyan’stonguedeeperintohismouth,shakingwithwant—literally
shaking.WhenRyan’sarmswrappedtightlyaroundhim,Jamiecompletelylostit,allbutcrawling
intoRyan’slapandrubbingagainsthimlikeahornycat.Asmall,distantpartofhimwashorrified—
Ryanmustbedisgusted—buthecouldn’tstop.Heneededthis,neededhim;he’dbeenstarvedforhim
foryearsandyearsandyears.Ithurt.Itactuallyhurt,hisballsachingandpainful,hiscocksostiffhe
couldn’tthinkstraight,alltheyearsofrepresseddesirefinallyout,likeadambroken,unleashedand
unstoppable.Ahalf-moan,half-soboffrustrationbrokefromhimashewilledhimselftostopand
breathe.HewasshakinginRyan’sarms,literallyshaking,unabletocalmdown.Hewanted.God,he
wanted.
“Jesus,Jamie,”Ryansaid,holdinghimclosewithonearmwhiletheother—
TheotherhandpressedbetweenJames’slegs.Jamesflinchedwithhisentirebody,hisglazed
eyesgoingwideashetriedtofocusthemonRyan’sface.“Whatareyoudoing—”
Hisjawset,Ryanignoredhishalf-heartedprotestsandunzippedhisjeansswiftly.WhenRyan’s
handwrappedaroundhisengorgedcock—fuckfuckfuck—rationalthoughtandanyremaining
protestsfellaway.Withalongmoan,JamesburiedhisfaceagainstRyan’sneckandcouldonlyhold
onasRyanstartedstrokinghim,awkwardlyatfirst,thenwithmoreconfidence,harder,squeezing
himjustright,andfuck.ThiswasRyan,hisRyan,his—
JamessankhisteethintoRyan’sneck,needingtohavehismouthonRyan,needingtotastehim,
andwantingtomuffletheshameless,inhumansoundshewasmaking—moansthatwouldmakeany
whoreproud.Hecouldn’tcontrolthematall.Itwaspleasuresointensethatitslicedhimwhenhe
moved,andJamescouldn’thelptryingtoholdstillsothatitwouldbekeener.
“Yeah,that’sit,”Ryansaid,strokinghisotherhandalongJames’sbackwhilehisrighthand
continuedpumpingJames’scockhard,almostbrutally,hisgripperfect,justright,andJames’shead
wasspinning,buthecouldn’t—hecouldn’t—
“Comeon,”RyanmurmuredintoJames’sear,hisbreathhot.HishandsqueezedJames’sleaking
cock,hard.“Comeon,Jamie.Youneedit.Letmetakecareofyou.”
Thewordsjoltedthroughhiminashiver,andJamiearched,tossedhisheadback,andhewas
coming,hismouthopeninginasilentmoan,Ryan’shandaroundhiscock,everythingwhitebehind
hiseyelids,insidehishead:trembling,blindingwhite.Waveafterwaveafterwave,mindblanking.
God.
God.
Afterwhatfeltlikeasmalleternity,hecouldthinkagain.Hecouldseeagain.
AndhesawRyanstaringathimwiththestrangestexpression.
Butsoon,theoddlookwasgone.Ryansmiledathimcrookedly.“Feelingbetternow?”
Groaning,Jamescoveredhisfacewithhishands.“Someonekillmenow.”
Ryanchuckled.“Notbeforeyoufetchmesomethingtocleanthismess.”
JamespeekedthroughhisfingersandfeltevenhisearsturnhotwhenhesawRyanstudyinghis
ownhand—thehandcoveredinJames’scome—withapinchedlook.
ThenherealizedhewasstillsittinginRyan’slapwithhiscockout.Hischeekshot,James
fumbledtotuckhiscockbackintohisjeans,jumpedoffRyan’slap,andmadeabeelineforthe
bathroom.
Oncethere,heleanedoverthesinkandstaredathisownflushedfaceinthemirror,breathing
likehe’djustrunamarathon.
Fuck.
Whathadhedone?Whatnow?
Hedidn’tknowhowlonghe’dstoodtherewhentherewasaknockonthedoor.Beforehecould
react,itopened.
“Youdonefreakingoutandblamingyourself?”Ryansaid,walkingoverandwashinghishands
—hislong,strongfingersthathadbeenwrappedaroundJames’sdickafewminutesago.
Dryinghishandswithatowel,Ryanglancedathim.“I’veneverseenyouturnthisshadeofred.”
TherewasafaintmarkonRyan’sneck—fromJames’steethandlips.
“Ihavetogo,”Jamessaid,turningaroundswiftlyandheadingoutofthebathroom.
“Jamie.”
Jamestookadeepbreathandturnedtofacehimagain.
Ryansteppedcloserandlookedathimcarefully.“Areyouembarrassed?”
“Whatdoyouthink?”Jamessaidwithanawkwardlaugh.
“Areyouembarrassed?”Ryanrepeated,histonecalmandfirm.Hisfacebetrayednothing.
“OfcourseIam,”Jamessaid.“I’mfuckingmortified.Imolestedyou.”
ThelookRyangavehimmadehimfeellikeanidiot.“Idon’tfeelmolested.Icouldhavestopped
youatanymoment.Youdidn’tforcemetoputmyhandonyourprick.IfI’mnotfreakingout,you
sureashellshouldn’tbe.”
James’slipstwistedintohalfagrimace,halfasmile.“Don’tpretenditdidn’tweirdyououtat
all.Iwon’tbelieveyou.”
Ryan’sgreeneyesglistenedwithamusement.“Itwas…interesting.Different,butfamiliar.”He
shrugged.“What’salittlehelpbetweenfriends?”Hesmiledalittle.“Anditwasflatteringashell.”
“Ireally,reallyhateyou,”Jamessaid.
Ryan’ssmirkdisappeared,hisfacesobering.“Stopfreakingout,”hesaidfirmly,layingahand
onJames’sshoulderandclaspingit.“Yes,itwasabitstrange,butitwasn’tabigdeal.Really.”He
lookedJamesintheeye.“Iknowwhatyou’rethinking,butitwasn’tpityorafavor.Ijustcan’twatch
youhurtanddonothing.Inevercould.Iknowyouhatebeingcoddled,butIalwaysfeellike—likeI
needtobetakingcareofyou.AndwhenIcan’t,itfuckingeatsatme,Jamie.”Ryan’slipsthinnedfora
moment.“Alltheseweeks,I’vefeltbloodyuseless,becauseIcouldn’tdoanything.”
Jameslickedhislips.OfcourseheknewaboutRyan’sthingforprotectinghim.Ithadbeenlike
thatfromtheverybeginningoftheirfriendship.Whenhewasakid,Jameshadbeenprettyclueless
abouttherealworldoutsidehugemansions.Ryanhadtaughthimthingsheneededtoknow—howto
throwagoodpunch,howtopassforanormalboyandsurviveinroughneighborhoods—andhe’d
alwaysbeenprotectiveofhim,thoughnotintheannoyingwayJames’smotherwas.Ryanusually
tendedtoholdback,trustinghimtomakehisownlittlemistakesandlearnfromthem,butwhenit
mattered,Ryanalwayswasthere,readytocatchhimifhestumbled.Jameshadlonghadasneaking
suspicionthatRyanactuallyenjoyedsweepinginandsavingtheday,knowingthatRyanprobably
reinedinhisprotectiveinstinctsonlybecauseheknewhowmuchJamesdislikedhismother ’s
coddling.WhatRyandidn’tknow—andJameshadnointentionofenlighteninghim—washowmuch
heloveditwhenRyanwastheonebeingoverprotectiveofhim.Thatwarmedthepartofhimthatfelt
likehewasRyan’s,whichwas…okay,probablynotaveryhealthywayofthinkingofoneself.
Jamessmiledwryly.“Igetit,butthat’stakingitabittoofar.”Heclearedhisthroat.“Anyway,I
justwantedtoteachyoualessonandgotabitcarriedaway.”Thatwasprobablytheunderstatementof
thecentury.“It’snevergoingtohappenagain,soIguessitdoesn’tmatter.Let’sjustpretenditnever
happened.Let’sforgetaboutit.”
Anexpressionhecouldn’tquitereadflashedthroughRyan’seyes.Ryanstudiedhimfora
momentbeforenoddingandsteeringhimoutofthebathroom.“Let’s.”
WhenJameslookedsidewaysatRyan,hesawnothingbutfirmdeterminationandresolveinthe
setofhischiseledjaw.
Chapter10
Hannah’sfacelookedevenlovelierwhensheslept,herlongpalehairalloverthepillowand
herback.
Ryan’sgazetraveleddownhernakedbacktoherflawlesspalebuttocksandlonglegs.
Shelookedpeaceful,anairofcontentmentaboutherafterthesex.
Heshouldbeequallycontent.Buthewasn’t.
“Let’sjustpretenditneverhappened,”Jamie’swordsechoedinhismind.“Let’sforgetabout
it.”
Ryan’slipstwisted.AsifhewaslikelytoforgetaboutJamie’sturningintoashakingmessof
desireinhislap.Thesheerforceofthatdesire,thatneed,hadbeenstaggering.Ithadlooked
downrightpainful.DespiteknowingforweeksthatJamiewantedhimthatway,therewasknowing,
andthentherewasknowing.KnowingrationallythatJamiewantedhimwasonething;havingseen
Jamie’sflushed,euphoricfaceafterhecame—afterhehadmadehimcome—wascompletelyanother.
Hedidn’tknowwhyhecouldn’tstopthinkingaboutit.Hedidn’tknowwhyhewasdownright
obsessingoverit.He’dmadecountlesswomencome.ButJamie…SeeingthatlookonJamie’sface
twistedhiminunexpectedways.Itmadehimuncomfortable,becauseitwassomethinginsanely
private,somethingonlyloversweresupposedtosee,butatthesametime…helikedit.Hefucking
likedit.ThatblissedoutlookonJamie’sfacepushedsomeweird,twistedbuttonsdeepinsidehimhe
hadn’tevenknownhehad.Maybehelikeditbecauseitwassoinsanelyprivate.Ryanknewhewasone
greedybastardwhenitcametoJamie:healwayswantedtoknoweverythingabouthim,hisevery
thoughtandeveryemotion.
Itstilldidn’texplainwhyhewasstillthinkingaboutitwhilehewasinbedwiththewomanhe
wasinlovewith.
Sighing,Ryanstretchedoutonhisbackandclosedhiseyes.
Itwasn’tasthoughhesuddenlysawJamiethatway.Hedidn’t.Althoughhewouldneveradmitit
toJamie,RyanhadfeltabitlikeapervertwhenhejerkedJamieoff.Hefeltlikehewastouchinghis
twin’sdick.ButthelookofpureblissandpleasureonJamie’sface…Ryancouldn’teraseitfromhis
mindnomatterhowhardhetried.
Bloodyhell.
Ryanrubbedhisface.Hecouldonlyhopethatwhathappenedyesterdaywouldn’tmakethings
strainedbetweenthem—morestrainedthantheyalreadywere.Becauseattheendoftheday,hestill
hadnosolutionforJamie’ssituation.Ifanything,theincidenthadmadeitobvioushowhopelessit
was.
Hesighed.
Besidehim,Hannahstirredalittle.“Whyaren’tyouasleep?”shemurmured,puttingherhand
onhischest.
“Can’tsleep,”hesaid,withoutopeninghiseyes.“Youknowhowwhenyou’reworriedabout
something,it’simpossibletoshutyourbrainoff?”
“IsitaboutJames?”
Ryanopenedhiseyes.
Hefoundherwatchinghim,idlycurlingalockofherblondhairaroundhisfinger.Itwasa
shadedarkerthanJamie’s.
“Howdidyouknow?”
“Iknowyoudon’thaveanyproblemsatworkandwe’refine,sothatleavesonlyJames.”
Hannahlookedathimcuriously.“Ihaven’tseenhiminawhile,actually.Latelyyoudon’ttakeme
withyouwhenyouhangout.”
Ryanclosedhiseyesagain.
“It’snotmysecrettotell,”hesaid.Hedidn’tmindtellingHannahandgettingheropinion,butit
reallywasn’thisplacetotell.Jamiewouldn’twantHannahtoknow;hewastooproudforthat.He
wouldbehumiliatedifHannahfoundout.
Forthefirsttime,hewonderedwhetherHannahwouldconsideryesterday’sincidentcheatingif
hetoldheraboutit.Hedismissedthethoughtasunlikely.Hannahwasverysensibleand
understanding.Shewouldunderstand,probablyevenfeelsorryforJamie.Thethoughtmadehim
cringe.No,hedidn’twanthertoknow.Hannah’spitywouldcrushJamie.
“CanIaskyousomething?”shesaidsuddenly,curiosityplaininhervoice.
“Sure.”HewonderedwhatJamiewasdoingrightnow.
“Promisenottotakeitthewrongway.It’sacompletelyhypotheticalquestion.”
Hehopedthelittleidiotwasn’tblaminghimselfforwhathadhappenedyesterday.Butknowing
Jamie,thatwasexactlywhathewasdoing.
“Ryan?”
“Sure,love,”hesaidbelatedly.“Ipromise.”
“IfJameswereagirl,wouldhebeyourgirlfriend?”
Ryanopenedhiseyesandstaredather.Realizingthatshewasn’tjoking,hethrewhisheadback
andlaughed.“Whatkindofquestionisthat?”
Hannahsmiled.“Ahypotheticalone.JustimagineJamesasagirl.”
“Idon’twantJamietobeagirl,”Ryansaid.
“I’mnotsayingthat.Buthumorme,please.”
Chuckling,Ryandid.
Hiseyebrowsfurrowed.Themereideawas…strange.HeimaginedJamiewithlongerhairand
softerfacialfeatures—notmuchsofter,becauseJamiewaslovelyforablokealready.Heimagined
girl-Jamieinhislap,givinghimthoseneedy,shamelesskisses,needinghim,wetforhim—
“Thisisridiculous,”Ryansaidwithashortlaugh,turningtothewallandstaringatit.Fuck.
Whatthefuck.
“You’renofun,”Hannahsaidwithasigh.
IfJameswereagirl,wouldhebeyourgirlfriend?
Hannah’squestionranginhisearsandtheanswerswirledinhishead,confusinghimmore.
Because,inexplicably,theanswerwasyes.
“Whyareyouevenasking?”Ryanmanaged,hismindracing.
Yawning,Hannahturnedthelampoffandtheroomdescendedintodarkness.“SometimesIjust
wonder…”Sheyawnedagain.“Nevermind.Goodnight,baby.”
“Goodnight.”
Heclosedhiseyesandbreathedthroughhisgrittedteeth,stillaroused,incredulousandalittle
disgustedwithhimself.Thiswassick.Thethoughtofhisbestmatewithavaginashouldhavebeen
funny,notaturn-on.Christ,Jamiewaslikeabrothertohim.Couldthegenderreallychangehis
perceptionofhimsomuch?Or…washisattachmenttoJamielessplatonicthanhe’dalwaysassumed
ittobe?
Ryancutoffthattrainofthought.No.HelovedJamielikeabrother.Hecouldn’teventhink
aboutJamiethatway—itmadehimdeeplyuncomfortable.HewasinlovewithHannah.Yesterday’s
incidenthadjustmessedwithhisheadmorethanhe’dexpected,makinghimthinkstrangethoughts
andfixateonthingsheshouldn’t.Itdidn’tmatterwhathewouldhavedoneifJamie’sgenderwas
different.Wonderingabouthypothetical“whatifs”waspointless.Jamiewasmale,andRyandidn’t
wanthimtobeanythinghewasn’t.Hejustwantedhisfriendtobehappy.
No,heneededJamietobehappy.
Becausethetruthwas,nomatterhowmuchhelovedHannah,hedidn’tknowhowtobehappyif
Jamiewasn’t.
Apartofhimresentedit.Apartofhimwasirritatedbyit.
Buthecouldn’tchangeit.
Hannahwashislove,butshecouldn’tfillthatplaceinhisheartthathadbeenoccupiedever
sinceonepale,ridiculouslyposhboyhadimprintedonhimlikeababyduckandstartedfollowing
himaround.
Ryansmiledatthememory,arushofaffectiontighteninghisthroat.
“Iwon’tletyoudown,”hewhisperedintothedarknessoftheroom.He’dfindasolution.He
woulddohisdamnedesttofixeverything.
Byanymeansnecessary.
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Aweeklater,ashestoodontheterraceofZach’shousewithabeerinhishand,Ryanwondered
iftherewasamorefuckedupmanintheworld.
Thedoorbehindhimopened.
“You’llcatchacold,”Hannahsaid.Forafewsecondsbeforesheclosedthedoor,hecouldhear
thesoundsoflaughterandthevoicesofhisfamily.Itwasn’tanyspecialoccasion.Oldhabitsjustdied
hard.WhenChristmaswasapproaching,theyalltendedtogravitatetowardZach’shouse.December
wasanunofficialfamilymonthintheHardawayclan.
“Ineverdo,”Ryansaidbeforetakinganothersip.“Butyoushouldgoinside.Itiscold.”
Loopingherarmsaroundhisneck,Hannahpulledhimdownandkissedhimonthelips.“Don’t
stayoutherelong,allright?You’llfreezeyourballsoff.Thatwouldbeashame.I’mratherfondof
them.”
Hechuckledandsmackedheronthebottomlightly.“Goinside.”
Laughing,sheleft.
Ryanreturnedtosippinghisbeerandwonderingwhatthehellwaswrongwithhim.
Theterracedooropenedandclosedagain.
“You’llcatchacold,”Jamiesaid.
Settingthebottledown,Ryanturnedhishead.Hesmiled.“Iwon’tifyoucomehereandwarm
meup,Jamiebear.”
Jamierolledhiseyes,hisnosescrunchingupadorably,butwalkedoverandletRyanpullhim
intohisarms.Hewaswarm,sowarm,andsmelledamazing,likeallofRyan’sfavoritethingsinthe
world.RyanburiedhisnoseinJamie’shairandsaid,“Youshouldprobablygoinside.Itreallyiscold
outhere.”Hedidn’twantJamietogo.
“I’mgood,”Jamiesaid,leaningbackintoRyan’schestforwarmth.
RyanrubbedhishandsupanddownJamie’sarms,coveredonlybyasoftcashmerepullover.
“Yousureyoudon’twantmetogograbyourjacket?”
“I’mnotcold,really,”Jamiesaid.“Whyareyouhidingfromeveryone?”
“I’mnothiding.”
Jamiedidn’tsayanythingforawhile.
Whenhespoke,hisvoicewasquiet,“Areyoufreakingoutbecauseofwhathappened?”
Ryansighed.“Itoldyou:I’mnotfreakingout.”AtleastnotaboutwhatJamiethought.
“Right,”Jamiesaid,histoneskeptical.“Thenwhat’stheproblem?You’vebeenalittleweird
since…”
“SinceIhelpedyouout?”
Jamieletoutalaugh.“Yeah.Sinceyouhelpedmeout.Ifyouaren’tfreakingout,whyhaveyou
beenlookingatmeoddly?”
“Ihave?”Ryansaid,strokingJamie’sarmsafterafreezingblastofwindmadeJamieshiver.
“Youhave.”
Ryanalmostlaughed.HecouldhardlytellJamiethatwhenhelookedathim,hekept
rememberingeitherhiscreepyfantasiesorthewayJamie’sfacelookedafterhe’dcome.Sometimes
hehatedhisbrain.Allweek,hehadtriedtocastthosestrangethoughtsoutofhismind,butas
someonesaid,oncesomethingwasthought,itcouldn’tbeun-thought.Itwasn’tasthoughhesuddenly
wantedJamieorwantedhimtobeawoman.Hedidn’t.Butthefactthatthemeregenderchangecould
makehimseeJamieinadifferentwaymadehimvaguelyuncomfortable.Itmadehimquestion
himself,hisrelationshipwithHannah,andhisrelationshipwithJamie.
Butitwasallhypothetical.Itdidn’tmatter.Itwasn’tasifhesuddenlyfeltdifferentlyabout
Hannah.Helovedher.Shewaseverythinghewantedinawoman.Hehadnoreasontoquestionthe
depthoftheirrelationship.Especiallysincehehadfarmoreimportantthingstoworryabout.
RyanlookedoverJamie’sshoulderatthecitylightsflaringagainsttheclouds.Hehadthought
allweekaboutJamie’ssituation,butnomatterhowdesperatelyhehadrackedhisbrainforasolution,
he’dcometothesameunsatisfying,frustratingconclusioneverytime:therewasnosolution.Hewas
thereasonJamiewasmiserable,andtherewasn’tadamnthinghecoulddoaboutit.Jamiewould
continuetobemiserable—untilhefinallygottiredandleft.
Thetruthofitslicedthroughhim,andRyan’sarmstightenedaroundJamie.Somethingchurned
inhisgut,aprimalfearthelikesofwhichhe’dneverfeltbefore.Hetriedtosuppresstheinsaneurge
tograbJamieandlockhimupsomewheresafe.Somewhereonlyhehadaccessto.
Yeah.Right.Thatwasn’tcreepyatall.
“Yeah,I’mfreakingout,mate,”headmittedquietly,buryinghisfaceinJamie’shair.“Justnot
aboutwhatyouthink.”HemouthedJamie’snape,trailedhislipstothesoftskinofJamie’scheek.
Jamieshudderedandmeltedagainsthim,turninghisfaceintothetouch.
Ryanwentstill.Damn,Jamie’sreactiontosuchaninnocenttouchwasincredible.Despite
knowingthatJamiewantedhimthatway—hell,despitehavinghadJamiecomealloverhishanda
weekago—itstilltookhimabackhowneedyandputty-likeJamiewasinhishands.Itwasweirdbut
flattering,itfeltwrongandyetpushedthosestrange,twistedbuttonshehadn’tevenknownhehad.
HekissedthecornerofJamie’smouth.AsmallwhineleftJamie’stremblinglips.
Bloodyhell.
HeturnedJamiearoundandlookedathim.
JesusfuckingChrist.
Jamielooked…Helookedasifhe’djustbeensnoggedthoroughly:hispupilsblown,pale
cheeksflushed,andlipsparted.Thelonging,hungrylookhegaveRyanwasdownrightshamelessand
obscene—thekindoflookthatbelongedonawhore’sfacebeforeshespreadherlegs.
Ryanstared.
Jamieclosedhiseyesandtookadeepbreath.
“I—”JamiesaidbeforeopeninghiseyesandglaringatRyan.“Whydidyoudoit?”
Thatwasagoodquestion.
Behindthem,thedooropened.“Supperisready,boys,”Sandrasaid.
“We’recoming,”Ryansaid,puttingahandonJamie’sbackandsteeringhiminside.
Jamieshothimanotherwitheringglare.
“YoulooklikeTristanwhenyou’repissedoff,”Ryansaid,frowning.“It’sfreaky.”
Jamiestompedaway.
Sandraraisedhereyebrows.“Troubleinparadise?”
Ryansighed,rakinghishandthroughhishair.“Yeah,youcouldsaythat.”
Hissistertookhisarm,hergrayeyesfilledwithcuriosityasshelookedupathim.“Youwanna
talkaboutit?”
Hesmiledathercrookedly.“Notreally.”Itdidn’tmakeanysenseeveninhishead.Hewasn’t
surewhyhehadtouchedJamiethatwayafterJamieexplicitlyaskedhimnottoaweekago.Itwas
cruelandcompletelyunnecessary.
Whatwaswrongwithhim?HadhebeensubconsciouslytryingtomanipulateJamie?The
thoughtmadeRyandeeplyuncomfortable.Hewouldliketothinkhewasbetterthanthat,but
consideringhisearliercreepythoughtsaboutlockingJamieup,heactuallywasn’tsurehewas.
Christ.
“He’srighttobemadatme,”Ryansaid.“I’llhavetodosomemajorgrovellingthistimebefore
hetakesmeback.”
Laughing,Sandrashookherhead.“Youtwoarelikeanoldmarriedcouplewithoutthebenefits
ofsex.”
Ryanavertedhisgaze.
Chapter12
“Isthereareasonwhyyou’rehidinginmybedroom?Sandraislookingforyoueverywhere.”
AtthesoundofTristan’svoice,Jamesopenedhiseyesandstraightenedupfromhisslouchin
thechair.Heshrugged.“Iwantedsomequiet.”
Leaningagainstthedoorway,Tristanregardedhimcuriously.“Whyaren’tyouwithRyan?”
Hisangerflaring,Jamesbitout,“RyanandIaren’tactuallyattachedatthehip,youknow.”
Tristansmiled.“Ah.”Hesaidnothingelse,butsomehowhissilencewasmoremockingthanany
words.
“Hasanyonetoldyouhowannoyingyouare?”Jamessaid.
Tristangrinnedopenly,lookingsoveryyoungandbeautifulthatJamescouldn’thelpbutstareat
him.Tristanwasn’thistypeatall,butonapurelyaestheticlevel,hecouldseetheappeal.
“Zachtellsmethatallthetime,”Tristanrevealed.“Butit’shardtotakehimseriously,because
heusuallykissesmerightafterthat.”Hisexpressionturnedspeculative.“Whathappenedtomakeyou
somadatRyan?Younormallylookathimlikehehangsthemoon.”
James’sjawclenched.Hedidn’tanswer.
“Wait,didyoufinallytellhimaboutyourundying,tragiclove?”WhenJamesgloweredathim,
Tristanraisedhiseyebrows.“Areyousayinghetookitbadly?Hmm.Ididn’texpectthat.”
Sighing,Jamesrubbedathiseyes.Howwashesupposedtoanswerthat?Ononehand,Ryan
tookthenewsverywell;ontheotherhand,heseemedtobedeterminedtomakeJames’slifeaslow,
exquisitetorture.
“Ryangotintohisheadthathemustdosomethingforme,”hesaidflatly.“Firsthetriedtofind
meaperfectboyfriendsoIcouldforgetabouthim,andnow…Nowhetriestomakemefeelbetter.”
Jameschuckled.“Idon’tgethimanymore.Hesayseventhinkingaboutmethatwaygrosseshimout
—hetoldyouthat,remember?—andthenhejerksmeoffandactslikeitwasn’tabigdeal—”
“Whoa,wait.”Tristanwassmirking.“Really?Hegaveyouahandjob?”
Jamestriedtofighttheheatthatrushedtohischeeks.“Itwasn’tlikethat.Hewasallovermeas
usualanddidn’tunderstandhowharditwasforme.SoIkissedhim.Iwantedtoteachhimalesson
butendedup…”Hewinced.“Iwassuchamess.Iguesshefeltsorryforme,sohegavemeahand.
Literally.”
Tristanhadapinchedlookonhisface.“Zachonceclaimed—whenwewerestillateachother ’s
throats—thathebitmylipbecauseIannoyedhimtoomuch.”Helaughed.“Itsoundedalmostas
ridiculousaswhatyou’resaying.Iwon’tjerksomeoneoffifIfeelsorryforthem.”
Jamesshookhishead,lookingdownathisclaspedfingers.“Ryanhasalwayshadthisthingfor
takingcareofme.HecouldneverstandasideandwatchwhenIwasupsetorhurt.Soforhimit’snot
thatstrange.”
Tristanmadeanimpatientnoise.“Ifyouunderstandwhyhe’sbehavingthatway,what’sthe
problem?Tellhimtocutitout.”
Jamesliftedhiseyestohimandsaidnothing,curlinganduncurlinghisfingers.
Tristan’sgazesharpened.“Youdon’twanthimtostop.”Itwasn’taquestion.
Bitinghislip,Jamesavertedhisgaze,hisfacehot.“It’snot—”
“Youlikethathetakescareofyou,”Tristansaidslowly.“Youlikebeingcoddledbyhim.Deep
down,youactuallylovethathe’swillingtostepoutofhiscomfortzoneforyou.Thathecaresthat
much.”
“Idon’thavetolistentothis,”Jamessaidstiffly.Hestoodupandmadehiswaytothedoor.
ButTristanwasblockingthedoorway.Upclose,italwayssurprisedJameshowsmallTristan
actuallywas.Tristanalwayscommandedsomuchattentionandseemedmoreimposingthanhe
physicallywas.
“Move,please,”hesaid.
Tristandidn’t,afaintsmilecurlinghisfulllips.“Youwannaknowmyopinion?”
Jamesrolledhiseyes.“DoIhaveachoice?”
Tristan’ssmilewidened.“You’reright:youdon’t.”Hecockedhishead,considering.“Ithink
Ryanisstraight,straighterthanZacheverwas.Ryan’sprobablynohigherthana1ontheKinsey
scale.Butsexualityisn’tsomethingfixed.Iwouldknow—I’vemetplentyofso-called‘straight’men
whowantedmetosucktheirdicks.”Tristangavehimacheekysmile.“Butthenagain,youaren’thalf
asprettyasme.Nooneis.”
Smiling,Jamesshookhishead.“Doyouhaveapoint,Tristan?”
“Yes,actually,”Tristansaid,hisblue-greeneyesgleamingwithamusement.“Suckhisdick.
Eventhestraightoneslikeit.Ifheletsyouandlikesitenoughtocomebackformore,maybehecan
beconvertedtothedarkside.”Chuckling,Tristansaunteredaway,leavingJamiespeechless,his
mouthslack.Ithadbeenajoke,right?
Right?
“Bytheway,”Tristansaid,turningaroundwhenhereachedtheendofthecorridor.“Tellhimto
makeachoicebetweenyouandhisgirlfriendbeforetheygetmoreserious.”Hissmileacquiredan
edge.“Trustme,youwouldn’twanttobepiningforamarriedman.It’snotpretty.Evenyoudon’t
deservethat—though,itwouldbekindaironic.”
Jamesstoodthere,frowning,longafterTristandisappearedoutofsight.
Ironic?
Shakinghishead,hecastitoutofhismindandfocusedontheadviceTristanhadgivenhim.
MaybeTristanhadapoint.
No,therewasnomaybeaboutit:Tristanwasright.Itreallywouldbebetterforeveryone
involvedifRyanjustmadeachoice.Theentiresituationwastoounbalanced,strange,andunfairtoall
ofthem.ItwasunfairtoHannahbecauseRyanpaidherlessattention,tooconcernedabouthisbest
friend’sfeelings.ItwasunfairtoRyanbecauseheshouldn’tbeforcedtofixthingsthatwerebeyond
hiscontrol—thingsthatwerenothisfault—andRyanshouldn’tfeelguiltyaboutbeinghappywithhis
girlfriend.Anditwasunfairtohimtoo,becauseJamiereally,reallydidn’twanttospendtherestof
hislifepiningafterhistaken,straightbestfriend,whodidn’tfuckingknowthemeaningofpersonal
spaceandboundaries.
Somethingoughttobedone.
Hisstomachshriveledintoatight,uncomfortableknotofdreadandfear.Yes,hewaslikelyto
losehim:Ryan,aseverymaninlove,wouldchoosehisgirlfriend,nomatterhowprotectiveofhis
bestfriendhewas.
Butitwastherightthingtodo.Itcouldn’tcontinuelikethis.
Jamesslowlymadehiswaydownstairs,intothediningroom,wherethevoiceswerecoming
from.
RyanwassittingatthetablenexttoZach,bothofthemfrowningastheydiscussedsomething
quietly.
Noonewaslookinghisway,andJamesallowedhimselftolookhisfill,hiseyesroaming
greedilyoverRyan’schiseledjawshadowedbydarkstubble,hisfirmlipsandstraightnose,those
piercinggreeneyesunderthethickblackbrows;overRyan’sstrongneck,thoseridiculouslywide
shouldersandmuscularchest,andarmsthatcouldgivethetightest,sweetesthugsintheworld.
Jamielickedhisdrylips,tryingtoresisttheinsaneurgetogooverandkisshim.God,itwasso
fuckingunfair.Howcouldsomeonehehadnoclaimtofeellikehis,onthedeepestpossiblelevel?It
feltlikeRyanwasinhisveins,andhedidn’tknowhowtogethimout.
Stilldeepinconversationwithhisbrother,Ryanaccidentallyglancedhisway.Theireyes
locked.
Jamesdidn’tknowwhatRyansawinhiseyes,butRyan’sfrowndeepened.Ryansaidsomething
toZachandstoodupfromthetable.Hannahdelayedhim,askinghimsomething.Jamesturnedaway
andheadedslowlybacktotheterrace.
Itreallywascoldoutside,evenforDecember.
Hehuggedhimselfandwaited,thecoldseepingintohisbonesandchillinghisinsides.
Thedoorbehindhimopenedandclosed.
“Jamie?”Ryansaid.
Jameshuggedhimselftighter,tryingtosuppresstheshuddersthatcontinuedtorackhisframe.
“You’refreezing,silly,”Ryansaid,walkingoverandimmediatelywrappinghisarmsaround
him,hisbodybig,firmandsoachinglyfamiliar.“Wecantalkinside.Comeon.”
JamesshookhisheadandforcedhimselftopullawayfromRyan’sembrace.Hewouldn’thave
thestrengthtodowhatmustbedoneotherwise.HeturnedtofaceRyan.
TheyellowlightfromthestreetlampcastRyan’sangularfeaturesintoshadow,butJamescould
stillseethetensionandconcernonRyan’sface.
“Ididn’twanttodothis,”Jamessaidquietlyandyetfirmly.Butevenwithhisresolve,histhroat
stillfeltalittlecloggedandtight.“Butyouknowthere’snoothersolution.Everythinghasbecome
tooconfusingandfuckedup.Ican’t—Ican’tgoonlikethis,Ryan.”
“Jamie—”
JamespressedhisfingeragainstRyan’slips.“Please.LetmesaywhatIwantfirst.”Hetooka
deepbreathandslowlybreathedout.“There’snopointinthis.Thetruthis,I’mthethirdwheelinyour
relationshipwithHannah.YouwerehappybeforeItoldyouthatI—thatIloveyou.Myconfession
prettymuchruinedeverything:madeourfriendshiptooweirdandmadeyoufeelguiltyforbeing
happywithher.”Hebithisliphard.“Ididn’twantthat.Idon’tknowwhatIwanted.Iwasjusttiredof
puttingonahappyfacewhenIfeltlikeshit.Buteitherway…”HeswallowedandlookedRyaninthe
eye.“HannahandIcan’tcoexistinyourlife.Pleasedon’taskthatofme.Ican’t,Ryan.”
Ryan’sfacewasutterlystill,hiseyesfixedonJames.
“So…”Jamiesmiled.Atleasthethoughthewassmiling.“Tristantoldmetogiveyouachoice,
butIknowwhatyouwouldchoose,anyway—IknowwhatIwouldchooseifIwereinyourplace.I
wouldchoosethepersonI’minlovewith.”You.“I—I…”Jamieblinkedrapidlyandsmiledagain.“So
thisisagoodbye.Ihope—Ihopeit’snotforever.”Hetriedtoswallowthepainfulthicknessinhis
throat.“Maybesomeday,inafewyears,I’llbeabletolookatyouandfeelnothingbutfriendshipand
wecanbefriendsagain.”
Ryandidn’tsayanything.Hejuststaredathim,hisfacedifficulttoreadinthesemi-darkness.
“Goodbye,”Jamesmanaged.HelookedatRyanandwaited.Waited,hopingforsomething,
needingsomething.Maybealasthug.Aclosure.Something.
ButRyandidn’tmove.Hestoodstilllikeastatue,hisexpressionhardasstone.
AndJamiecouldn’tresist.Heneededit,somethingtorememberoncoldnights.Evenifitwasa
lie.
HewrappedhistremblinghandsaroundRyan’sneckandpressedhiscoldlipsagainstRyan’s,
hesitantly,histhroatclosedupsotighthecouldnolongerspeak,hiseyeswellingwithtears.Iwish
thingsweredifferent.Iwish…Hiseyesburned.Hishearthurt.Iloveyou.I’llalwaysloveyou,even
whenI’mabitter,oldman.
Hepulledaway.
Hesteppedback.
Heturnedaway.
Ryanyankedhimcloseandcrushedhimhardagainsthischestbeforeslammingtheirlips
together.God.
Itwasn’tafriendlyorbrotherlykiss.Butneitherwasitakissofdesire.Thekisstastedofanger,
andneed,andsomuchloveitcompletelyundidJamie.Hemadeasmall,brokennoiseasRyan
continuedkissinghimroughly,crushinghimtohischest.Notongue,justlipsagainstlips,andneed
againstneed.
Atlast,secondsorhourslater,Ryanstoppedkissinghimandsaidoneword,hisvoicehoarse
andhard.“No.”
BeforeJamescouldaskwhathemeant,Ryanallbutpushedhiminsidethehouse.Inproper
light,JamescouldseeRyan’sfacebetterandwhathesawmadehisstomachdrop.
He’dneverseenRyanlooksogrimandangry.
“Ryan—”
Ryanshookhishead,hisjawworking.“Iwishyouhadn’tmademechoose,butIunderstandwhy
youdid.Gohome.I’llhavetotalktoHannahandbreakitoffwithher.”
James’seyeswidened.“What?”hesaidtonelessly.
Ryanglaredathim.“Areyoureallysurprised?Areyoukiddingme,Jamie?Didyoureallythink
I’dletyouleave?Really?”
“Butyouloveher,”Jamessaid,confused.
Ryan’slipstwistedintoabittersmile.“Yes.Butapparentlynotenough.”Hepinchedthebridge
ofhisnoseandexhaledloudly.WhenhelookedatJamesagain,hisexpressionwassofter.“Gohome.
I’llcallyouafterIbreakupwithher.”HekissedJamie’stemple.“I’llneedyouafterthat,”hesaid
quietlybeforewalkingtowardthediningroom—tobreakupwithhisgirlfriend.Thegirlfriendhe
wasinlovewith.
Jamiedidn’tfeelanyelation.
Justcrushing,horribleguilt.
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Ryancalledhimwellpastmidnight.“Webrokeup,”hesaidflatly.
Jamesgazedupattheshadowsdancingontheceilingofhisbedroom.Hedidn’tknowwhatto
say.Whatdidyoutellyourbestfriendafterhehadbrokenupwiththewomanhewasinlovewith
becauseofyou?
“Howdidshetakeit?”
Ryanchuckled,thesoundsharpandcutting.“Ididn’tevenknowsheknewsomeofthewordsshe
calledme.Idon’tblameher.Icouldn’tevenexplainwhyIwasbreakingitoff.”
“I’msorry.”Thewordssoundedsoinadequate.Socheap.
Therewasalongsilenceontheline.
Jamescountedtheseconds,straininghisears.Doyouhatemenowforlosingher?Pleasedon’t
hateme.
Afterfourteenseconds,Ryansaid,“Iwantyou.Comehere.”
Jamesbreathedout,thetightknotinhisstomachlooseningabit.“Areyoustillatthehouse?”
“Yes,”Ryansaidandhungup.
ItwasalmosttwointhemorningwhenJamesfinallyparkedhiscarinZach’sdriveway.
Hedidn’tknock.HetextedRyanandwaited,histeethchatteringasthecoldwindsweptaround
hisbody.
Minutesdragged.
MaybeRyanhadfallenasleep.
MaybeRyanhadchangedhismindanddidn’twanttoseehim.
Whenhewasabouttogobacktohiscar,thedooropened.
Ryanstoodthere,abottleofvodkainhishandandhisexpressionunreadable.Hemovedaside,
lettingJamesin.Jamesfollowedhimtohisroom,watchinghimcarefully.Ryanwasn’tswayingor
anything,hisstepsfirmandsteady,butRyanrarelydid,evenwhenhewasreallyshit-faced.
Jamesclosedthedoorofthebedroomafterthem.Ryansatheavilyonthecouchandstarted
sippingfromthebottle,hisfaceclosedoff.
Strainedsilencefellbetweenthem.Asilencefilledwithangerandpainandresentment.
“Youshouldn’thavebrokenupwithher,”Jamesgroundout,breakingit.“Ididn’tbloodyforce
you.”
Ryantookanotherbiggulpfromthebottleandsetitaside,hiseyeshard.
Hesaid,“Comehere.”
Jameshesitatedbutwent.HesatbesideRyan,tenseandunsure.
“Youknowwhatwastheworstpart?”Ryanasked,withoutlookingathim.
Jameslookedathisprofileandwaited.
“Whatshetoldmeaftershecalmeddown,”Ryansaid,hiseyesdowncast,wideshoulders
slouchedforward,handsclaspedlooselybetweenhisknees.“Shesaidmaybeitwasforthebest.That
shedeservedbetterthanaboyfriendwhogotallhisemotionalneedsalreadysatisfiedelsewhere.”He
couldseethemusclesinRyan’sjawwork.“Asifshewasjustaholeformetofuck.”
Jamesfrowned.“That’snottrue.You’vebeentogetherforhalfayear.Itwasthemostserious
relationshipofyourlife.”
AlaughleftRyan’sthroat.HeturnedhisheadtoJamesandmethiseyes.“No,itwasn’t,Jamie.”
Awrysmilecurledhislips.“Andthat’stheproblem,isn’tit?”
Jamescaughthislipbetweenhisteeth.“You’reangrywithme.You’reangrywithmeforlosing
her.”
Ryandidn’tdenyit.Jamesforcedoutasmileandstoodup,butRyangrabbedhiswrist.“Sit.”
Jamesshothimastartledlook.Ryanhadneverbeensoroughwithhim.
Hesatdownagain.
“Iamangry,”Ryansaid,hisvoicelow-pitched.“IwishIcouldsayI’mnotangryatyouatall,
butitwouldn’tbetrue.”Rubbingtheinnercornersofhiseyeswithhisfreehand,Ryansighed.“Apart
ofmeblamesyou.Iwon’tdenyit.”HisgriponJames’swristtightened.“ButIknowit’snotyour
fault.Yougavemeafairchoice.”Hechuckled.“It’snotyourfaultI’msohunguponyouthat
anythingelsedoesn’tmatteraslongasIgettokeepyou.”
WarmthcurledinJames’sgut,chasingawaytheguiltandhurt.
HelookeddownatRyan’sstrong,longfingersaroundhiswrist.“Iunderstandwhyyou’re
angry.Igetit.AndI’msorry.”
Sighing,RyanputanarmaroundhisshouldersandpressedhisforeheadagainstJames’stemple.
Fromthisclose,thesmellofalcoholonRyan’sbreathwasmoreobvious.
“Ifeellikeshit,Jamie,”headmittedquietly.
ItbrokeJames’sheart.
“Iknow,”hesaid,buryinghisfingersinRyan’sunrulyhairandstrokingit.
Ryan’slipsmovedagainsthischeek.“You’rethereasonIfeellikeshitandtheonlyonewhocan
makemefeelbetter.Prettyfuckedup,yeah?”
Anothersilencefell.Whilehestillwouldn’tcallitcomfortable,itwasfarlessstrainedthanthe
previousone.
“Istillcan’tgiveyouwhatyouwant,”Ryansaidsuddenly.“Youknowthat,right?”
Jamesstaredatthepatternofthecarpet.“Iknow.”
“IwishIcould,”Ryansaid,hisnosebrushingJames’scheek.“Theysaysexualitycanbefluid,
butIdon’tthinkit’saboutme.Ican’tdoit,notevenforyou,Jamie.Maybeespeciallyforyou.Ijust
don’tseeyouthatway.”
Jamesclosedhiseyes,tryingtofindthestrengthtotellRyanthatitwasokay,thatthiswas
enough.Instead,hefoundhimselfwhispering,“Butyoukissedme.”Hehatedhowapartofhimclung
tothatknowledge,eventhoughtherationalpartofhimknewthatthekisshadn’tbeenaboutlustatall.
Whywasitsobloodyhardtoacceptthattheywouldneverbetogetherthatway?Itwasterriblygreedy
ofhim.Anddownrightpathetic.
Ryansighedandpulledbackalittle,lookingdiscomfited.“Itwasaspurofthemomentkindof
thing.”
“Spurofthemoment,”Jamesrepeated,deflating.“Okay.”
“Bloodyhell,”Ryansaid,frustrationinhisvoice.“Fuck,Ididn’twanttohurtyou,butIthinkwe
havetotalkaboutit,clearthingsupforonceandforall.”
James’sstomachdropped.“Aboutwhat?”
Ryan’sfaceacquiredalookofdetermination.HegrippedJames’sshoulders,lookinghiminthe
eye.“Iloveyou—Iloveyoumorethananyone—butnotthatway.IwishIcouldgiveyouwhatyou
want,butIcan’t.You’relikeabrothertome.WhenItriedtoimaginehavingsexwithyou,theonly
timeitdidn’tseemweirdwaswhenIimaginedyouasagirl.”Afaintflushappearedonhis
cheekbones,butRyan’sfirmexpressiondidn’tchange.Hisvoicesoftened.“I’msorry.Ireallyam,
Jamie.”
Jamesfelthislipstrembleandlockedhisjaw.“It’sokay,”hesaid.“Iunderstand.”Avertinghis
eyes,hesmiled.“Iwantadrink.”
Anhourandtwobottlesofvodkalater,theybothwerewellontheirwaytobeingcompletely
hammered.
“It’snotokay,”JamiemumbledintoRyan’schest.
“Iknow,”Ryansaid,brushingJamie’shairwithhisfingers.
Jamieliftedhisheadandfocusedhiseyesonhim.“No,youdon’t,”heslurred,suddenlymadas
hell.HelungedforwardandslammedhislipsagainstRyan’s.“Iwantyou,”hemuttereddesperately
againstRyan’slips.“Iwantyou.”Ryandidn’tgetthateversinceJameshadfiguredoutwhathisdick
wasfor,allhe’dwantedwashim.Ryandidn’tknowthathewankedhimselfrawthinkingofsucking
hiscock,ofRyan’sstrong,confidenthandstakingcareofhim,ofRyan’sdickinhiseveryhole,using
him,becausehewasRyan’s,bodyandsoul.“Iwantyou,”hewhisperedbrokenly,pressingwet,
greedykissesagainstRyan’slips.“Please.Ineed—Ineed—”
Suddenly,amemoryflashedtothefrontofhisalcohol-dazedmind.
Suckhisdick.Eventhestraightoneslikeit.
WhenJamiestoppedgivinghimthoseneedykisses,itwasarelief—becauseRyanwas
dangerouslyclosetoresponding.Apartofhimhadwantedtorespond—thefucked-uppartofhim
thatneededtofeelJamiecloserafterthisdisastrouseveningandletJamie’sclosenessmakehim
forget—eventhoughRyanknewitwouldbeaterribleidea:itwouldjustfeedJamie’shopesandmess
withhishead.
ButwhenJamiescrambledoffhimanddroppedtohiskneesbetweenhislegs,Ryan’srelief
evaporated.
Hetensedup.“Jamie—”
JamiepressedhisfaceagainstRyan’sgroinandnuzzledhissoftdickthroughhisjeans.
“Jamie,”Ryansaid,staringdownathimwide-eyed.Thiscouldnotbehappening.“Stop.”
Jamiedidn’tstop.Herubbedhischeekagainstthebulgelikeakitten,hiseyesclosed,his
nostrilsflaringasifhewasinhalingthescentofRyan’sdick.Itwasthewrongest,strangestsightRyan
hadeverseen.
“Iwannasuckit,”Jamiesaid,kissinghiscockthroughthelayersoffabric.Heliftedhiseyesto
Ryan,hisfacehungry.“Iwannasuckyourcock.Please?”
IfRyanhadbeencompletelysober,hewouldhavepushedJamieawayimmediately.Buthismind
feltsluggishandhazy.Hecouldn’tspeak.Hecouldn’tmove.Takinghissilenceasayes,Jamie
fumbledwithhisflyandpulledhisdickout.
HecouldonlystareatthenakedhungeronJamie’sfaceasJamieeyedhissoftcock.Then,
JamieleanedinandlickedthetipwithsuchobscenerelishRyan’scocksprangtolifeasifgivena
shotofViagra.Jesus.
“Jamie—”hetriedagain,hisheartthunderinginhisears.Thiswaswrong.Thiswassobloody
wrong.
Andyethecouldn’tmove.HewatchedJamieswirlhispinktonguearoundtheheadbefore
slowlytakingitintohismouth.Ryansuckedinabreathasawet,warmmouthengulfedhiscock.He
washard.Hewasfullyhardnow.Fuck,hehadhishardcockinhisbestmate’smouth.Whatthehell
washedoing?
JustasRyanwasabouttopushJamieaway,Jamiemoanedaroundhiscock,lookingblissedout,
asifsuckingRyan’scockwassomethinghe’dalwaysdreamedabout.
RyanstaredatJamie’sflushedfaceasJamie’seyelashesflutteredandlifted.Theireyeslocked,
Jamie’spupilscompletelyblown.Jamiehummedaroundthecockinhismouthandstartedbobbing
hishead,suckingRyan’scockwithobviousrelish,hismouthandtonguehungryandshameless—and
fuck,itwaswrong,itwassobloodywrong,butRyancouldn’tfuckingstopit.Groaning,heshivered
violently,andhadtogathertheremainsofhisself-controlsohewouldn’trollhiships.Hegrabbed
Jamie’sbobbinghead.Stop,hewantedtosay,butJamiecompletelyrelaxed,openinghismouthwider
andlookingathimexpectantly.Waiting.Eager.
Christ.Jamiewantedhimtoface-fuckhim.
Ryan’shipsjerkedoftheirownvolition,slammingbackintotheheatofJamie’smouth.Jamie
letoutalong,pleasedmoanaroundRyan’scock.Hewasbloodylovingit.
Ryan’shipsjerkedagain.Andagain.Hecouldn’tstop.
Soon,hehadbothhandsinJamie’shairandwasyankingJamie’smouthontohisaching,
throbbingdick.Fuck,he’dneverbeenharderinhislife,thefeelingofwrongnessstillthere—Jamie
waslikealittlebrothertohim;whatwashedoing?—butitwasonlymakingeverythinghotterand
sharper.HewantedtofuckJamie’smouth,soRyandid,eyeinggreedilyJamie’sblissfulfaceashe
pushedhiscockinandout.Hewantedtocomeinhim.HewantedtocomeinsideJamie,fillhismouth
withhiscomeandforceJamietoeatit—
Growling,Ryanletgo,hisvisiongoingdarkaroundtheedgesashecamedeepinJamie’s
throat.
Fuckinghell.
Whenheopenedhiseyessomeminuteslater,hefoundhimselfstaringatJamie’sheadonhis
thigh,Jamie’shandcurledaroundRyan’snot-quite-softdick.Jamie’sotherhandwasmoving,outof
sight.Jamiewasjerkingoff,Ryanrealizeddazedly.AndIjustfuckedmybestfriend’smouth.Buthis
braincouldn’tmanageaproperfreak-outyet.
JamierubbedhischeekagainstRyan’scockbeforeslippingtheoversensitiveheadbackintohis
mouth.Ryanhissed,feelinghiscockstarthardeningagain.Thisshouldnotbehappening.He
shouldn’thaveletithappen.Andhesureashellshouldn’tbelettingithappenagain.Heknewwhenhe
soberedup,hewouldregretthislikenothingheeverregrettedinhislife.
ButJamiewasmoaningaroundhiscock,thatshamelesslookofpureblissonhisface,andRyan
wantedtofuckhismouthagain.
Sohedid.
Chapter14
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
Wedidn’tfinishtheconversation,Jimmy.Youcan’tavoidmeforever!
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
Don’tcallmeJimmyunlessyouwantmetocallyouLucy.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
Ryancallsyouwhateverhewants.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
You’renotmybestmate.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
I’mwounded.I’veactuallyknownyoulonger—sincebeforeeitherofuscouldwalk!We’ve
beeninOxfordtogether!I’llgocryintomypillownow.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
Thatemoticonlooksjustlikeyou.Youweresuchacrybaby.Stillare.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
Fuckoff,Grayson.Anddon’tthinkI’veforgottenwhatweweretalkingabout.
Soletmegetitstraight:
YesterdayRyanbrokeupwithhisgirlfriendafteryoutoldhimitwasn’tworkingandyou
wantedtoendyourepic“friendship.”Ryantoldyouinnouncertaintermstherecouldneverbe
anythingbetweenyou,becausehewasstraighterthananarrow.Thenyoutwogotdrunkandyou
suckedhimoff.
Isthatright?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
Prettymuch.Andstopputtingourfriendshipintoquotes.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
I’llstopputtingitintoquoteswhenyour“friendship”startsbeingafriendship.Usuallyaman
doesn’tfuckingbreakupwiththewomanhelovesforhisbestfriend,Jimmy.Anyway,whathappened
aftertheblowjob?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
Nothing.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
Nothing?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
Weweredrunk.Ipassedout.WhenIwokeupthismorning,hewasstillout.Iwenthome.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
Youhaven’ttalkedtodayatall?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
No.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
Icanfeeltheangstfromhere.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
Shutit.Ifeellikeshitasitis.Whatifhehatesmenow?Hewasdrunk.MaybeItookadvantage
ofhim.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
Youweredrunk,too.Actually,youwereprobablydrunkerthanhim.You’realightweight.He
candrinklikeanIrishman.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec9
Heishalf-Irish.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec9
Thatexplainit.Anyway,keepmeupdatedonanydrama.Ilovedrama!
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec10
I’veseenRyanthisafternoon.Hebehavedlikenothinghappened.Lookslikehedoesn’t
remember.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec10
Areyougladordisappointed?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec10
Notsure.IguessitwasjustveryanticlimacticafterIbarelysleptlastnightandhadalmost
workedmyselfintoanervousbreakdown.
Anyway,enoughaboutme.IsyourdadreallysendingyoutoRussia?Areyouexcited?Youmust
beexcited.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec10
Ugh,don’tremindme.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec10
Whynot?Ifhe’sfinallytrustingyoutomanageoneofhiscompanies,it’sabigdeal.You’ve
wanteditsinceforever!
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec10
Heisn’tsendingmetoMoscowsoIcanmanagedhisbusinessinRussia.He’ssendingmethere
justtoattendsomestupidPReventsandmeaninglessmeetingsinhisstead.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec10
Thatsucks.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec10
Iwishmydadwasmorelikeyours.Arthurletsyouactuallyuseyourbrain.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec10
Yeah,andtheironicthingisyouhavegreatbusinessinstinctswhileIhavenone.Daddoesn’tsay
anything,butIcanseehisdisappointmenteverytimeImakeawrongdecisionandhehastocorrect
me.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec10
Woeisyou.Atleastyourdadwon’tliterallykillyouwhenhefindsoutaboutyoursexuality.
Mineactuallymight.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec10
Youmeanwhattheysayaboutyourdadisn’tjustanastyrumor?
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec10
DoyouthinkjustbecauseI’mhissonIknowanything?Hedoesn’ttrustme.
I’vegottogonow.KeepmeupdatedontheRyansituation.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec10
ThereisnoRyansituation.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec10
Surethereisn’t.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec12
Isuckedhimoffagain.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec12
What?Details,mate!Wereyoudrunkagain?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec12
Weweren’tdrunk.Itwasanormalevening.Wewerejusthangingout,playedsomevideo
games,hadapizza—youknow,allthenormalthings.Andthen…thenIwasonmykneesagain.
Honestly,Idon’tknowhowithappened!Hedidn’tsayaword.WelookedateachotherandIjust
droppedtomykneesinfrontofhim.Andheletme.Heletme,Luke!Iknowweshouldhavetalked
first,shouldhavesaidsomething,butIcouldn’t.Iwasscaredtofreakhimout.Icouldfeelhowtense
hewas.Hejuststaredatmehard,hisfacetotallyimpossibletoread.SoIwentforit.Fuck,itwasthe
hottestthingI’veeverdone.NowIunderstandwhypeoplesaythatsexisbetterwithsomeoneyou
love.I’dneverunderstoodthosepeoplewhoravedaboutsuckingdick,butJesus,Icouldspenddays
suckingRyan’s.Andhegotreallyrough,youknow.Like,hefuckedmymouth,notjustpassively
allowedmetoblowhim.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec12
Okaaay.Let’spretendthisisn’tawkwardatallandI’mnotturnedon.Whathappenedafterthat?
Youcouldn’thavepassedoutagain.Youweren’tdrunkthistime.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec12
Wedidn’tpassout.Afterhecame,hejust…hesaidnothing.Hetuckedhimselfbackintohis
jeansandavertedhiseyes.ThenheaskedmewhetherIwantedtogototheManchesterUnited-
Arsenalmatchnextmonth.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec12
You’repullingmyleg.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec12
Nope.Heactedcompletelynormal,asifhehadn’tjustcomedownmythroatandwewerejust
bestmates.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec12
Forreal?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec12
Iknow.Idon’tknowwhattothink.Whattodo.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec12
Talktohim,genius.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec12
Ican’t.Whatifitfucksusup?
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec12
Don’tberidiculous.We’retalkingabouttheguywhodumpedhisgirlfriendtomakeyoustop
moping.He’syourfriendoffifteenyears!
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec12
It’snotthatsimple.Lately,Idon’tgethim.He’sbeendifferentwithmesometimes.Harsher.It’s
likehestillblamesmeforlosingHannahbuttriestosuppressit.Whenwedidit…whenhefuckedmy
mouth,Ifeltit.Maybethat’swhyhewassoroughbothtimes.Hiseyesweresohardwhilehewatched
metakeit.Maybeitwasapunishment.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec12
Ormaybehejustgetshisrocksoffonfuckingyourthroat.Whichisfarmoreplausibleandless
ridiculousthanyourexplanation.It’syourguilttalkingandit’sstupid.Nooneforcedhimtochoose
youoverhisgirlfriend.Getoverit.It’snotyourfault.
Talktohim.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec12
IknowRyan.He’lltalkonlywhenhe’sready.
Chapter15
SprawledonRyan’scouchinfrontoftheTV,Jameshadneverbeensodistractedinhislife
whilehewatchedhisfavoriteteamplay.Hejustcouldn’tfocus.Itprobablydidn’thelpthattheBlues
werelosing,butstill.Beingaroundhisbestfriendwasnevereasythesedays.Heneverknewwhatto
expect.Inhisperipheralvision,hecouldseeRyanmakingfinishingtouchestotheprojecthewas
workingon.
RyanclosedPhotoshop,rubbinghistiredeyes.HelookedatJames.“Thegameanygood?”he
said.Heglancedatthescoreandsmiled.“Aretheylosingagain?”
“Pissoff,”Jamesgrumbled,whichonlymadeRyansmilewider.Yeah,okay—Jamesknewhe
wasridiculouslytouchywhenhisfavoriteteamlost,andsincehisfavoriteteamwasRyan’sleast
favoriteteam,they’dhadsomespectacularrowswhenChelseaplayed.
“Hey,Ididn’tsayanything,”Ryansaid,standingupandwalkingover.HemovedJames’slegs
andfloppeddownonthecouch,stretchinglikeabig,gracefulcat.
JamesdraggedhiseyesawayandputhisfeetonRyan’slap.Hemarveledhownormalitall
seemedwhentherewasnothingnormalabouttheirfriendshipanymore.“Gloatingisn’tnice,you
know.”
Ryanshruggedandputhisarmonthebackofthecouch.“That’swhattheygetforbeingaone-
manteam.Ateamshouldn’tdependononeplayersomuch.It’spathetichowtheyarelosingevery
matchsinceGabrielDuValgotinjured.He’llbeoutfortwomoremonths,andatthisrate,Chelsea
willbeatthebottomofthetablebythetimeherecovers.”
Jamespursedhislips.“IfTristanstillplayed,theywouldn’thavehadthisproblem.He’salmost
asbrilliantasGabrielandcouldhaveeasilyreplacedhim.”
Ryanchuckled.“Almost?IfTristanhearsthat,he’llkickyouintheballs.”
ThatmadeJamessmile.“MaybeIcanconvinceZachtoworkhismagiconTristanandgethim
backonthepitch.”
“It’stooearlyforTristantoreturntofootball,”Ryansaid,shakinghishead.“Zachtoldmeit’d
takeaboutayearandit’sbeenonlyeightmonths.Tristan’slegstillisn’tgoodforplaying
professionally.Zachisoptimistic,butwhoknows?Itmayneverbegoodenough.”
“Yeah,Iknow,”Jamiesaid,shiftinghisgazetotheTV.“AndTristandoesn’tseemallthateager
toreturntothespotlight,anyway.Beinginasteadygayrelationshipforfootballstarsisn’teasy.”
Besides,Tristandidn’tevenneedtoworkadayinhislifeifhedidn’twantto:hisshortbutincredibly
successfulfootballcareerhadmadehimamillionaire.
“He’sstillyoungandcanchooseanyothercareerpath,”Ryansaid,givinghimapointedlook.
Jamessighed.“Don’tstart,Ryan.Idon’thateworkingwithDad.Idon’tloveit,butit’sfine.”
“Youcouldgotoanartschool,”Ryansaid.“Youlovedrawing.”
Thinkingofthederisivesneeronhisdad’sfacewhenhehadtoldhimofthatambitionyears
ago,Jamessaid,“I’mnotthatgood.”
“Bollocks,”Ryansaid.“I’veseenyoudraw.You’reverygood,especiallyatdrawingportraits.”
Jamesalmostlaughed.Hewasn’tallthatgoodatdrawingportraits.Hewasgoodatdrawing
Ryan.
“Whatever,”Ryansaidwithasigh.“You’recomingtotheChristmaspartyatthehouse,right?”
“Wouldn’tmissitfortheworld.Yourmum’scookingisthebestthingever.”Jamesmadeaface.
“I’llhavetoattendourannualChristmasballattheLyttonHall,ofcourse,butI’llgetaway.Noone
wouldmissme.There’llbehundredsofimportantpeople,maybeeventheRoyalFamily.”
Ryansnorted,squeezingJamie’sankle.“SayhellotoHerMajestyfromme.”
Thewhistlewasblownandthegamewasover,Chelseaplayersleavingthepitchwithdejected
faces.
“Bugger.”Jamessighed,turningtheTVoff.
Ryanpattedhisleg.“Don’tworry,Ithinkthey’llgetoutoftherelegationzonesoon.”
Glowering,Jameskickedhimintheabs.
“Don’tbesuchasoreloser,James,”Ryansaidwithamock-solemnlookonhisface.“It’s
inappropriatefortheViscountExmouth.”
“Ihateyou,”Jamessaid,yawning.Heclosedhiseyes.“I’mtakinganap.”
“Areyou?”Ryanmurmured,thepressureofhisfingersonJames’sankleincreasing.
Jamesopenedhiseyes.
Ryan’sexpressionwasalmostbored,butnotquite.Thehard,darkgleaminhisgreeneyestolda
differentstory.
Jamesswallowed,hispulsepickingup.Theyneededtotalk.Itcouldn’tgoonlikethis.It
probablywasn’tveryhealthy.
Slowly,hesatup,theireyesstilllockedtogether.
“BringLukewithyoutotheChristmasparty,”RyansaidasJamessanktohiskneesbetweenhis
long,muscularlegs.“Beforehe’ssentofftoSiberiabyhisdickofafather.”
“Heisn’tgoingtoSiberia,”Jamessaid,hisfingersshakingalittleastheyunzippedRyan’sfly.
HepulledRyan’scockout.“He’sgoingtoMoscow.”
“There’sadifference?”
“Thereis,actually.Siberiaistotheeast.”Stickinghistongueout,JamielickedRyan’scock
fromthebasetothetip.HerememberedhowsoftRyanhadbeenthefirsttime,butlatelyRyanwas
alwaysatleasthalf-hardbeforeJamiegothismouthonhiscock.
“It’sfreezinginMoscow,too,”Ryansaid,hisvoicealittlehuskyasJamielickedhiscockuntil
itwasfullyhard.
Handsgrabbedhisface,stillinghim.
Jamielookedup.Ryanwasstaringathimwiththeexpressionthatwasalreadybecomingvery
familiar:asteady,hardlookthatwasimpossibletoread.HiseyesonJamie’sface,Ryanrubbedhis
leakingcockagainstJamie’scheekbeforestrokingthefatheadagainsthislips.Jamiepartedhislips
eagerly,butRyandidn’tpushhiscockinside.Hecontinuedsmearinghispre-comeacrossJamie’s
partedlips,watchingitintently.Jamiecouldn’tstopasmallwhine,histongueflickingouttolickthe
cock.
Ryan’seyesdarkened.“Thisissofuckingwrong.”
Jamieblinked,startledandflustered.ThiswasthefirsttimeinthelasttwoweeksthatRyan
actuallyacknowledgedwhattheyweredoing.
“Why?”Jamiesaid,holdingRyan’sgazeandrubbinghislipsagainstthetipofhiscock.
ThemusclesinRyan’sjawworked.“Ishouldn’tuseyoulikethis.”
Jamielickedtheheadslowly,relishingitstaste.“You’renotusingmeifIwanttobeusedby
you.”
Ryan’snostrilsflared,histhighstensingunderJames’shands.“Jamie,”hegratedout,closing
hiseyesforamomentandtakingadeepbreath.“Iwasn’tkidding:Idon’tloveyouthatway.You’re
likeabrothertome—”HegroanedwhenJamestookthefatheadintohismouth,Ryan’shipsjerking
topushhiscockdeeper.JamiehummedhappilyaroundRyan’scock,openinghismouthwiderand
relaxinghisthroatasmuchashecould.Ryanfinallylostthebattlewithhimselfandstartedfucking
hismouthroughly,hisgreeneyesbecomingunfocused.
Jameshadnoideahowlongitlasted.Thescent,thetaste,thefeelofRyan’sthickcockmoving
inhismouth,stretchinghislipswide,Ryan’sfingerstangledinhishair,Ryan’slowgrunts…allofit
wasdrivinghimcrazy.Jamespressedtheheelofhishandagainsthisownerection,rubbingitand
moaningquietlyaroundRyan’s.
Lookingupagain,hefoundRyanwatchinghimintently,aconfusingmixofloathingandhunger
onhisface.
“Thisissowrong,”Ryansaidagain,hisgriponJames’shairtightening.Heslammedhardinto
James’smouth,chokinghimonhiscock.“Goddammit,Jamie—”
Thesoundofhisname,inthattone,inthatvoice,fromthatman—itwasenoughtopushJames
overtheedge,hishipsjerkingagainsthishandashecamewithagroan,histhroattighteningaround
Ryan’scock.Ryansworeunderhisbreathandpulledout,splashinghiscomealloverJamie’slipsand
chin.
Flushedandbreathinghard,theylookedateachotherdazedly.
Ryan’seyesdroppedtoJames’slips.Hestaredbeforeavertinghisgazeandtuckinghiscock
backinsidehisjeans.“Gocleanup.”
Gettingtohisfeetunsteadily,Jameschuckled.“Tooweird?”
Ryandidn’tanswer.
WonderingwhatthehellwasgoingonwithRyan,Jamesmadehiswaytothebathroom.
Whenhereturnedtothelivingroom,changedintoRyan’sshirtandjeansbecausehisownwere
sticky,hefoundRyansittingonthecouch,hisshouldershunchedforwardashestaredathishands,
hisexpressiongrim.HeglancedatJamesbeforedoingadouble-take.
“What?”Jamessaid,lookingdownathimself.Ryan’sclotheswerealittlebigforhim—Ryan
wasmoremuscularandthreeinchestaller—butJamesdidn’tthinkhelookedthatridiculous.“You
nevermindedbefore.”
“What’swrongwithyourclothes?”Ryansaid.
“They’resticky,”Jamessaidandfoundhimselfblushing.Hewasn’tsureRyanhadevennoticed
thathegotoffonsuckinghisdick;Ryancertainlynevercommentedonit.
Ryanlookedaway.“Comehere,”hesaidafteramoment,hisvoicesofterthanithadbeenin
weeks.
Jameswent.
Ryantookhiswristandpulledhimdownbeforeslinginganarmaroundhisshoulders.Witha
sigh,Jamiesaggedagainsthim,leaningintothetouchgreedily.It’dbeenweekssinceRyanhad
touchedhimlikethat.Hehadn’trealizedhowmuchhehadmissedituntilnow:thefeelofRyan’s
armsaroundhim,thewayRyanturnedhisheadandnuzzledhistemple,asifitwasthemostnatural
thingintheworld.Forthem,itwas.
“TellmeI’mnotfuckingyouup,”Ryansaidintohischeek.“Idon’twannahurtyou.Idon’twant
togiveyouthewrongimpression.”
“Whatdoyoumean?”Jamesmurmured,atendriloftrepidationcurlingupfromthepitofhis
stomach.
“I—I’mconfused,Jamie,”Ryansaid,hisvoicerough.“Ihopeyoudon’tthinkthisisanything
morethanthat.Idon’twantto—”
“Breakmyheart?”Jamesfinishedquietly.
“Yes.”
Chewingonhislip,Jamesstaredatthecarpet.“I’mnotgoingtopretendtounderstandwhat’s
goingonwithyou,”hesaid.“Iknowitwouldcrushmeif—whenyoudecideit’stooweirdforyou,
but…”Hisproud,arrogantancestorsmustbeturningintheirgraves.Hedidn’tgiveashit.Fuckpride.
Hedidn’twanttobeanunhappy,sorrybuggerwhostupidlyclungtohisprideonlybecausetherewas
nothingleft.“Idon’tcare,”hesaid,lookingRyanintheeye.“Iwantwhateveryou’rewillingtogive
meforaslongasitwilllast.”
Ryangotapinchedlookonhisface.“Youcan’tbeserious,youprat.”
Jamessmiledalittle.“What?”
“Hesayswhat,”Ryansaidflatly,shakinghisheadbeforelettingoutalaugh.“Ifaburglartries
tobreakintoyourhousethroughawindow,willyouopenthedoorforhim,too?”
“It’snotthesame.”
Ryangroaned.“Itis.”Heranahandoverhisface.“Youtrustmetoomuch.Youreally
shouldn’t.”
Frowning,Jamesstudiedhisprofile.Ryanrarelylookedsogrimandagitated.
“Idon’tknowhownottotrustyou,”hesaidsimply.
Ryan’sjawclenched.HeturnedhisheadtoJames,hiseyeshard.“Maybeyoushouldlearn,
then,”hesaid.“BecausesometimesIwanttodosomecreepyshittoyou,andtrustme,Idon’ttrust
myselfnottohurtyou.”
“You’dnever—”
“Notphysically,”Ryansaid,gettingtohisfeet.Hesteppedtothewindow,hisbackandshoulders
stiffwithtensionashegrippedthewindowsill.
Forthefirsttime,Jamesfeltatwingeofwariness.Hewaited.
Afteralongfewmoments,Ryansaid,
“Imissher.”
James’sinsidestwistedintoknots.
“Butitwasmyownchoice,”Ryansaid.“IfIhadtochoosebetweenthetwoofyouagain,I
wouldn’tchangeathing—I’dchooseyou.I’dalwayschooseyou.But…”
“Butyouhatemeforthat,”Jamiesaid,hisvoicesmallerthanhewouldhaveliked.
Ryanheavedasighandturnedaroundtolookathim.Therewasn’tatraceofhisusualeasy
smileonhisface.“It’snotjustaboutHannah.Doyouunderstandwhatthismeansforme?”Hisvoice
wasquiet,terse.“ItmeansI’llneverhaveanymeaningfulrelationshipwithanywoman.Icannever
dateanyone.IfIdo,I’lljustenduphurtingeveryoneinvolved.BecauseI’llalwayschooseyouinthe
end.”
Jamieswallowed.TheresentmentinRyan’svoicewasunmistakable.“Maybeonedayyouwon’t.
Onedayyou’llgettiredofthis—ofme.”
Ryanwalkedover,puthishandsonthebackofthecouch,trappingJamiebetweenhisarms,
theirfacesinchesapart.
“SometimesIcan’tfuckingwait,”Ryansaid.
Jamiecouldn’tbreathe.
“Butit’snevergoingtohappen,”Ryanaddedwitharuefulsmilethatdidn’treachhiseyes.
Leaningtheirforeheadstogether,hekissedthecornerofJames’smouth.“SometimesIthinkwewere
borninthewrongbodies,Jamie.Maybewewere.”Hesmiledcrookedly.“Maybeyouweremygirlin
apreviouslifeandmysoulstillremembersit.”
MaybeRyanmeantitasajoke,butitdidn’tsoundlikeone.
Jamesdidn’tknowwhattosay.
“I’dfuckyouifyouwereawoman,”Ryansaidhuskily,hiswarmbreathbrushinghislips.“I’d
spenddaysinyou,lovingyouineverypossibleway.”AsoftmoanslippedoutofJamie’smouthand
Ryansighed.“Butyou’reablokeandIjustcan’tseeyouthatway.Iseemyfriend,mybrother,my
Jamie—notsomeoneIshouldbescrewing.”
Blinkinginconfusion,JamespulledbackalittletostudyRyan’sface.“Butwhatabout…?”
Ryan’slipstwisted.“Theblowjobs?”
Jamesnodded.
Sighingagain,Ryansatheavilyonthecouch.“It’scomplicated,”hesaidwithoutlookingathim.
“Andfuckedup.”
“Tellme,”Jamessaid,frowningathim.
Ryanlaughedshortly.“Idon’tknowhowtotellyou.You’llgetoffended.I’dbepissedoffin
yourplace.”
Jamessaidnothing,waitingforRyantofinallyexplainwhatthefuckwasgoingon.
“I’vealwaysseenyouasabrotherIloveandneedtotakecareof,”Ryansaidatlast,looking
anywherebutathim.“AndnowimaginewhatIfeelwhenIseetheguyIalwaysconsideredmylittle
brotherwithmydickinhismouth,suckingitlikeit’shisfavoritethingintheworld,andmoaning
aroundmydicklikeacockslut.”
Jamesfelthischeekswarm.Hehadn’treallyputhimselfinRyan’sshoes.Hehadn’trealized
whatitwouldlooklikefromRyan’sperspective.
“Itweirdsmeout,”Ryansaid,stillnotlookingathim.“Butthat’snoteventhemostfuckedup
part.”Themusclesinhisthroatworked.“Thefuckeduppartis,Igetoffonit—onhowwrongitis.I
getoffonfuckingyourmouthbecauseitfeelswrongtodirtyyouup,andbecause—becausethere’sa
partofmethatwantstoownyou.”Hechuckled,lookinganywherebutathim.“Soyeah.Iwantit,just
forthewrongreasons.”
Oh.
Jamesmoistenedhisdrylipswithhistongue,unsurehowhefeltaboutRyan’sconfession.
Shouldhebeoffended?WhatRyanhadsaidwasn’texactlyreassuring,butitwasfarbetterthanwhat
he’dfeared:thatRyanwassoroughwithhimbecausehewaspunishinghimforlosingHannah.Ryan
justbeingonekinkybastardwasdefinitelybetter.
“Pervert,”Jamessaidwithachuckle,tryingtodiffusetheawkwardness.
Ryanlaughed—adeepbellylaughthatspreadawarmtinglethroughJames’sbody—andtugged
himintoaheadlock.“It’sallyourfault,”hesaidintoJamie’snape,hisvoiceplayfulandlight.And
justlikethat,theywerefine.
Fornow.
BecauseJamescouldn’tforgetRyan’svoicewhenhesaidhewouldneverbeabletohavea
relationshipwithanyonebecauseofJamie.Soonerorlater,thatsortofresentmentwouldkillany
affection,nomatterhowdeep.
Itwasonlyamatteroftime.
Chapter16
“Isthereareasonyou’vebeenglaringatthatblokeallevening?”
Ryantookasipfromhisglassofwineandglancedsidewaysathiseldestbrother.“Idon’tknow
whatyou’retalkingabout.”
Zachleanedagainstthewallnexttohim,sippinghiswine.Hissharpgrayeyeslingeredonhim
foramomentbeforesweepingaroundthecrowdedroom.TheirChristmascelebrationsusedtobe
small,family-onlyaffairs,butasallofthemhadgrownup,theystartedincludingsignificantothers,
kids,andcountlessfriendsoftheHardawaysiblings,anditwasalarge,crowdedpartynow.Zach’s
gazestoppedonthetallredheadwhostoodnexttotheChristmastree—thetallredheadwhowas
leaningintoJamie’spersonalspace.PaulLambert.
“Yes,that’stheguyyou’vebeenglaringat,”Zachsaiddryly.“Where’syourChristmasspirit?”
“Ihaven’tbeenglaringathim,”Ryansaid.“Ijustdon’tknowwhathe’sdoinghere.Hewasn’t
invited.”
“HecamewithLukeWhitford,whomyoudidinvite.”
“He’sJamie’sex,”Ryansaid.“Thatwankerbrokehisheartafewmonthsago.”
“Jamesdoesn’tlookheartbroken,”Zachsaid.“Heseemstobehavingfun.”
Thatwastrueenough—andthatwaspissinghimoff.RyanwantedtogooverandshakeJamie
andaskhimwhatthehellhewasdoing.LamberthadbrokenupwithJamiebecauseJamiewasn’t
readytocomeoutoftheclosetandintroducehimtohisfather.Hewassuchasoreloserthathe
couldn’tacceptthebreakupwithgraceandtoldJamiewhatacoldfishandterribleloverhewas.It
wastheultimateassholethingtodo,consideringhehadbeenJamie’sfirstboyfriend.Andnow,for
somereason,Jamiewassmilingandchattingamicablywiththeguy.
“Heshouldn’tevenbetalkingtothatprick,”Ryansaid.
“IthinkyoushouldstopbabyingJames,”Zachsaidwithawrysmile.“Youdorealizethathe’s
thesameageasyou,right?You’remoreprotectiveofhimthanyouareofMiles,who’syouractual
littlebrother.”
Ryanschooledhisfaceintoaneutralexpression,fightingtheheatthatrushedtohisface.His
familywaswellawarethatheconsideredJamieabrother—inthepast,Ryanhadn’tbotheredtohide
hisannoyancewheneverhisbrothersribbedhimaboutthenatureoftheirrelationship.Hewondered
whattheywouldthinkiftheyfoundoutabouthisrecentproclivityforputtinghisdickinJamie’s
mouth.
“Jamiecantakecareofhimself,”Ryansaid,watchingLambertleaninandsaysomethinginto
Jamie’sear,aslysmileonhisface.“Butthattossershouldstayawayfromhim.Hehadhischance,
andheblewit.”
“MaybeJamesdecidedtogivehimasecondchance,”Zachsaid,buthesoundeddistracted,his
eyesfixedonTristan,whowassmirkingathisadoptivebrotheracrosstheroom.“He’satitagain,”
hemuttered,shakinghishead,beforestalkingofftowardTristan.
RyanwatchedZachgrabhisboyfriendandgivehimasternlook.Tristanjustsmirkedwider,
lookingverypleasedwithhimself.Zachnarrowedhiseyesandtoldhimsomething,whichmade
Tristanblush.Tristanlickedhislipsandnoddedwithasurprisinglyshysmile,andthelookinZach’s
eyescouldbedescribedassomewherebetweenhungryandbesottedashegazedathisbratofa
boyfriend.
RyanshiftedhisgazebacktoJamieandLambertandfelthisjawclench.TheleeronLambert’s
facewasnauseating.Jamie…Jamiewasmoredifficulttoread.Hewassmilingandlookinginterested
inwhateverLambertwassaying,butRyanstillhadtroublebelievingZach’ssuggestionthatJamie
mighthavedecidedtogivethattosserasecondchance.Jamiedidn’tloveLambert.Jamiewasinlove
withhim.RegardlessofhowRyanfeltaboutit,thatwassomethinghehadcometoaccept.Except…
exceptJamiehadbeengenuinelyupsetafterhisbreakupwithLambert.AndLamberthadbeenhis
first.Amanneverforgothisfirst.
Pressinghislipstogether,RyantoldhimselfJamiehatedbeingcoddled.Nottomentionthatany
attempttointerferewouldlooklikejealousy.Itwasmorethanenoughthathekeptscrewingwithhis
friend’smindbecausehecouldn’tkeephisdickoutofhismouth;hedidn’twanttogiveJamiethe
wrongimpressionandmesswithhisheadanyfurther.Ryanwasn’tjealous,ofcourse.Ifithadbeen
someotherguy—adecentguy—RyanwouldonlybegladthatJamiewasinterestedinsomeonewho
couldreturnhisfeelings.Hewouldbeglad.Probably.
Ryanalmostlaughed.Shit,whowashekidding?HewasnolongersureofanythingwhereJamie
wasconcerned.Hispossessivenesshadbeenworsesincehehadstartedputtinghisdickinhisbest
friend’smouth—hesometimescaughthimselfthinkingofJamie’smouthashisproperty,which
was…fuckinginsane.
Grimacing,Ryanshookhishead.Hecouldn’tallowhimselftobeginthinkingthatway.These
proprietarythoughtswereridiculous.WhatheandJamiehadwasn’tnormalorhealthyforeitherof
them.IfJamiefoundsomeonehegenuinelyliked,someonewhocouldgivehimanormal
relationship,goodforhim.
Butnomatterwhathetoldhimself,hecouldn’tjuststandasideandwatchthattrainwreck.That
gitdidn’tdeserveJamieandwouldenduphurtinghim—again.
Ryanfoundhimselfmovingtowardthepair.
“Hey,”Ryansaid,placingahandonJamie’sneckandfixingLambertwithasteadylook.“I
don’trememberinvitingyou.Whatwasyournameagain?”
Jamieelbowedhimnot-so-discreetly.
Lambertplasteredasmileonhisface.“It’sLambert.PaulLambert.Goodtoseeyouagain.
WhenLuke—”
“Excuseus,Lambert,”Ryansaid,steeringJamieaway.
“Whatthehellwasthat?”JamiesaidassoonastheywereoutofLambert’searshot.
“Shouldn’tIbeaskingthat?”Ryansaid,dragginghimupstairswhereitwasquieter.Heushered
Jamieintohisbedroom,shutthedoor,tookJamie’sshoulders,andpeeredintohiseyes.“Whatdo
youthinkyou’redoing?Lambertwasatotaldicktoyouwhenyoubrokeup.”
Avertinghisgaze,Jamieshrugged.
Ryan’seyesnarrowed.“Areyoutryingtoprovesomething?”
Jamiedidn’tanswer.
“James.”
Jamieflinchedandgavehimastartledlook.“YounevercallmeJames.”
“MaybeIfinallydecidedtolistentoyouandcallyouwhateveryoneelsedoes.”
TheexpressiononJamie’sfacewasratherpriceless.
Ryansmiled.“Don’ttellmeyouactuallylovebeingJamiejustforme.”Hewasteasing.
Exceptinsteadoflaughing,Jamieblushed.
TheireyeslockedandRyanfelthissmilefade.Maybeitwasridiculousconsideringeverything
thathadhappenedbetweenthem,butthiswasthefirsttimehetrulyrealizedthatJamiewasinlove
withhim—thatJamiegotbutterfliesinhisstomachwhenRyansmiledathim,thathemightliketobe
calledbymushypetnamesandendearments.
“You’reblushing,”Ryansaid,brushinghisknucklesoverJamie’scheeklightly.Jamieshivered
alittle,hislipsparting.Ryan’sgazedroppedtothemandhecringedinwardly,tryingtoignorethe
familiarstirringofarousal.It’dbeentwodayssincetheirconversation…sincethelasttime.Jamie
hadcalledhimapervert.Jamiewasright,becauseevennow,withhisfamilyandfriendsjustafew
stepsawayoutsidethedoor,hewantedtopushtheguyhealwaysconsideredababybrothertohis
kneesandshovehisdickintoJamie’smouth,eventhoughapartofhimfeltitwaswrong,sickand
fuckedup.
ThedoorbehindRyanopened.Itwashismother.
“Darling,yourfatherishere,”shetoldJamie,frowning.“Heseemsagitated.He’swaitingfor
youdownstairs.”
Hiseyeswide,JamielookedatRyan.“Whatdoyouthinkhewants?”heasked,alookofanxiety
crossinghisfeatures.“Henevercomeslookingformehere.”Hepulledhisphoneoutofhispocket
andgrimaced.“IforgotIputitonsilent.Ihavethreemissedcallsfromhim.Doyouthinksomething
happened?”
“Calmdown,”Ryansaid,layingahandonJamie’sshoulder.“It’sprobablynothing.”
Theybothknewitwasunlikelytobenothing,butJamierelaxedunderhistouchalittle.“Let’s
go,”hesaid.
Ryanfollowedhimdownstairs,tothesmallroomwhereZachkeptmedicalrecordsofhis
regularclients.
ArthurGraysonstoodthere,withhisbackstraightandhishandsinhispockets.Hisfacewas
inscrutable,butRyanknewArthurwellenoughtonoticethesubtletensioninhisbody.Hismother
waswrong:Arthurwasn’tagitated—hewasfurious.
“Iwishtospeaktomysonalone,”Arthursaidinadeceptivelycalm,quietvoice.
Jamiesaidnothing.
Ryanglancedathim.“I’llstay,”hetoldArthurinatonethatbrookednoargument.
AmusclejumpedinArthur ’scheek.“Thisisaprivatematter,Hardaway.”
“I’llstay,”Ryanrepeated,leaninghishipagainstthedesk.“JustpretendI’mnothere.”
HehadneverseenArthursoenraged.Arthurwasn’taphysicallyimposingman,butwhathe
lackedinheight,hemadeupforinsheerpresence.“You—”
RyanheldArthur ’sgazesteadily,notatallintimidated.
Arthurwasthefirsttolookaway.“James,”hebitout.“Tellyourfriendtoleave.”
“Youcansayanythinginfrontofhim.Wehavenosecrets.”
AsneercurledArthur ’slips.“Doesheknowyou’reashirt-lifter,then?”
Swearingontheinside,RyanlookedatJamie,whohadgonedeathlypale.Ryanforcedhimself
tostaystill,eventhoughallhewantedwastoenvelopJamieinhisarmsandtakehimawayfromthis
room,fromthatman.Jamiewouldn’twanthisinterference.Hewouldn’twanttoappearweakinfront
ofhisfather.
HewatchedJamieswallowandattempttoschoolhisfaceintoablankmask.“Howhaveyou
foundout?”heasked,hisvoicesurprisinglycalm.
Arthur ’ssneertookonadisgustededge.Hepulledanenvelopeoutofhisinnerpocketand
slammeditonthedesk.
Jamiehesitatedbeforewalkingoverandopeningit.Hislipspressedtogetherwhenhepulledout
thephotographs.Theywereblurry,butevenfromafewfeetaway,RyanrecognizedJamieand
Lambert.Theywerekissing.LamberwaskissingJamie’smouth.Jamie’smouth.
Anuglyemotiontwistedhisstomach.ThenRyanrealizedthepicturesmusthavebeentaken
severalmonthsago.Hebreathedoutandunclenchedhisfists,disturbedhisownreaction.
“ImaginemysurprisewhenajournalistapproachedmeattheChristmasball.”Arthur ’svoice
couldhavecutadiamond.“Ihadtopayhimasmallfortuneforhissilence.”
“Youshouldn’thave,”Jamiesaid,hisvoicestillfirmeventhoughhelookedlikehewasabout
tobesick.“I’mnotashamedofmysexuality.I’mgay.Ithappens.”
“Insolentboy,”Arthursaid.“Luckilyforyou,I’mwillingtoforgetthiseverhappened.Youwill
marryMeganCadoganinthreemonths.”
“Iwon’t,”Jamiesaid,liftinghischin.“Don’tyougetthatI’mgay,Dad?”
“Stopsayingthat,”Arthurhissed,handsballedintofistsbyhissides.
Ryaneyedthem.“Eithercalmdown,orgetout.Sir.”
AmuscleinArthur ’sjawstartedticking.“Allofthisisyourfault.IfJameshadn’tclungtoyou
throughouthisformativeyears,hewouldhavebeennormal.”
“He’sperfectlynormal,”Ryangrittedout.“Andifyoucan’tstopinsultinghim,you’dbetterget
outbeforeIplantmyfistinyourface.Sir.”
“Ryan,”Jamiesaidsoftly.“Don’t.He’sjustupset.He’llgetoverit.”
“Upset,”Ryanrepeatedindisbelief.
“Yeah,”Jamiesaid,thoughtherewasnorealconvictioninhisvoice.“He’supsetbecausehe
lovesme.He’sdisappointedbecausehehadexpectations.That’sit.Itwouldhavebeenworseifhe
didn’tcareatall.”
Arthur ’sfacewasastonymask,impossibletoreadashestaredathisson.“Areyoustill…
associatingwiththatman?”hesaid,jerkinghisheadtowardtheenvelope.
“Webrokeupmonthsago,”Jamiesaid.“Butitdoesn’tmatter.I’mstillgay.Iwasgoingtotell
you.Idon’twanttomarryMegan.Iwant—IwanttobewithsomeoneIlove.”Immediately,heflushed,
lookinghighlyuncomfortable.
“Someoneyoulove,”Arthurrepeatedflatly.HelookedatRyan,hiseyesnarrowed.“Andwho
wouldthatbe?”
“Doesn’tmatter,”Jamiesaid,lookinganywherebutatRyan.“Mypointis,it’snottheMiddle
AgesandIdon’thavetomarrysomeoneIdon’tlovetogettheheir.Thereareotherways.”
ArthurwasstilllookingatRyan,hiseyessharp.Ryanheldhisgazeunflinchingly.Hewasn’t
completelysurewhetherArthurhadguessedthetruthornot,buthewasn’tgoingtobetheoneto
confirmArthur ’ssuspicions.
Finally,Arthurlookedbackathisson.“Donotbefoolish.Gettinganheirisnottheonlyreason
wewantthealliancewiththeCadogans.You’recorrect:it’snottheMiddleAges.Wehaditmuch
easierintheMiddleAges.Wewererespected,wewerefeared,wehadpower,wehadwealth,because
ourestateswereactuallyprofitable.Nowthefewofuswhohavemanagedtoholdontoourancestral
homesandfortuneareenviedandhatedbythosewhothinkwe’reathingofthepast.DoIneedto
remindyouhowmanyancestralmansionshavebeendemolishedinEnglandinthepastcentury?How
muchculturalheritagehasbeenlost?Howmanyoldfamilieshavebecomeirrelevant?TheGraysons
arestillatthetopbecauseeachgenerationofourfamilymadesureweremainthere.Iwillnotallow
youtobetheonetoruinus.”
Theworstpartwas,Ryanthoughtgrimly,Arthuractuallybelievedinwhathewassaying.Ifhe
weresimplytryingtomanipulatehissonwithprettywordsaboutduty,itwouldhavebeeneasierfor
Jamietosaynotohim.ButArthurwasclearlypassionateabouthisfamilyandproudofhisheritage,
andevenRyanfeltatwingeofsympathy.HeknewArthurwasn’tlying.Thetaxesintroducedinthe
twentiethcenturyhaddirectlyhitthearistocracyandgentry,makingitunviableforthemtokeeptheir
hugecountryhouses.ConsideringhowmanyoldestatestheGraysonshadmanagedtokeepand
renovate,themaintenancecostsalonewereprobablyinsane.
Arthur ’svoicesoftenedalittle.“You’restillyounganddon’tunderstandthatwecan’talways
havewhatwewant.Sometimeswhatwewantisirrelevant.Sometimeswhatwewantisimpossible.”
Jamie’sexpressionshattered.
Asifsensingweakness,Arthursaid,hisvoiceevensofter,“I’mwillingtoforgiveyour
transgressionaslongasyouunderstandthatthis—thisphaseisover.Youwillnotflauntyour…
unnaturalness.Idonotcarewhatyoudointheprivacyofyourbedroom,butyouaretomarry
Cadogan’sgirl.”
ToRyan’sconsternation,Jamiedidn’trefuseimmediately.
“Whatatouchingspeech,”afamiliarvoicesaid.
Tristanwasleaningagainstthedoorway,hisarmscrossedoverhischest,aboredlookonhis
face.ButitwasArthur ’sexpressionthatcaughtRyan’sattention.Jamie’sdadpaled,hiseyeswideas
hestaredatTristan.Helookedasifhe’djustseenaghost.
TristanmetArthur ’sgaze.“What?”hesaidsoftly.“DoIlookthatmuchlikeher?”
Hisforeheadcreasing,RyanglancedbetweenArthurandTristanbeforelookinginquiringlyat
Jamie.Jamieshruggedwithaconfusedfrown.
“Yeah,whenIwasakid,IwastoldIwasthespittingimageofher,”Tristansaidamiably.
“Exceptfortheeyes,ofcourse.”Hisblue-greeneyeswereverycold,contrastingwithhispleasant,
nicesmile.Thoseeyeswere…Fuckinghell.TheywereexactlylikeArthur ’s,downtotheirfrosty
expression.TristanwasthesamemediumheightandbuildasArthur.
Realizingwhereitwasgoing,RyansteppedclosertoJamieandtouchedhiswrist.Jamie
grabbedhishandandsqueezed,lookingbetweenhisfatherandTristan.“Dad?”
Arthurdidn’tevenlookhisway,hisgazelockedonTristan.
“IfIwereyou,James,”Tristansaid.“Iwouldn’tlistentoawordhesays.He’stheworstkindof
hypocrite.”
“I’mnotahypocrite,”Arthursaid.Hisvoicesoundedstrange.“Yourexistenceonlyprovesit.”
Tristansmiledbrightly.“Oh,youdorecognizeme!Howniceofyou,Daddy.”
Arthurflinched.
JamiesqueezedRyan’sfingershard,hiseyeswide.
“Butyeah,Iguessyou’reright,”Tristansaid.“I’mlivingproofthataGraysonshouldalways
ignoreirrelevantandinconvenientthings.”
“You’reproofthatwecan’talwayshavewhatwewant,”Arthursaidtonelessly.“Andmustdo
whatwemust.”Heclearedhisthroat,andforthefirsttimeever,RyansawArthurlookdistinctly
uncomfortable.“Ididloveyourmother.”
Tristan’ssmileremainedfirmlyinplace,thoughhiseyesgrewevencolder.“I’msureit
comfortedherwhileshediedalone,withonlyafive-year-oldforcompany.”Hissmilewas
practicallyblindingnow.“AndIsurefeltthelovewhenIspentthreedayswithherdeadbodyuntilthe
neighborscomplainedaboutthesmellandcalledtheauthorities.”
Arthur ’sfacewasalittlegreen.Hekeptswallowingconvulsively.
“Enough,Tristan,”Zachsaidinalowvoice.Ryanhadn’tevennoticedhimappearbehindhis
boyfriend—perhapsbecausemostofRyan’sattentionwasonJamie,whostillhadadeathlygripon
hishand.
“ButIjuststarted,”Tristansaidwithagrinthatwasonlyalittleshaky.
Zach’sarmscameupandpulledTristanbackagainsthischest.“Heisn’tworthit,”hesaid,
kissingTristan’stemple.HeaddedsomethinginaquietervoiceandTristanrelaxed,theiceinhiseyes
melting.
“You—”Arthursaid,staringatTristanandZachinobviousdistaste.
“Yes,”Tristansaid,lookingoddlystrongandfragilenowthathewasinthesafetyofZach’s
arms.“I’mapoofter,too.”Hegrinned,aflickerofamusementcrossinghisface.“Mustbethegenes
oftheprickwhofatheredbothofus.”
Arthurwasn’tamusedatall.“Iwillnotallowyoutospeaktomeinsuchatone.I’myour—”
“Youaren’tmyanything,”Tristanhissedout,allofhisfalsecheerfulnessgone.“Youhaveonly
oneson.Theoneyouchose.”
SomethingshiftedinArthur ’sexpression.
Tristansmiledagain,anice,serenesmilethatwasjustalittletoosharparoundtheedges.“And
youknowwhat?Youmadetherightchoice.IwouldhavebeennowhereasmalleableasJames.”
Jamiemadeasoftnoiseinthebackofhisthroat.Ryanclaspedhisshoulder,rubbinghisthumb
incircles.
“Regardlessofhowyoufeelaboutit,Iamyourfather,”Arthursaidtersely.
“You’retwentyyearstoolate,”Tristansaid,barelymovinghislips.“Youhadthechancetobe
myfather.Youchosenottobe.”
“Icouldn’t,”Arthursaid.“NowIcangiveyou—”
“Idon’twantanythingfromyou,”Tristansaid.“Idon’tneedyouandIdon’tneedtheGrayson
money.Ihavemyown,plentyofit.Youdon’thaveanybusinesspokingyournoseinmylife,Lord
Lytton.”
“Well,it’stoolateforthat,”Arthursaid.
Tristan’seyesnarrowed.“Whatisthatsupposedtomean?”
Arthurlooked…annoyed.“Youthinkyouandyouradoptivebrotherwerejustconveniently
discoveredbyaLondonfootballclub’sscout?Thatitwasacoincidence?”
Tristanpaled.“Youmean…”
“Yes,”Arthursaidirritably.“ObviouslyIcouldn’tforcethemtosigntwoFrenchteenagersif
theydidn’thavethetalent,butIdidpersuadethescouttogiveyouachance.”
Paleaspaper,Tristanwhispered,“Why?”
“Becauseyou’remyson,”Arthursaid,hisjawworking.“Becauseyou’reherson.Anditwas
easiertokeepaneyeonyouifyouwereinthesamecountry.”
Tristanopenedandclosedhismouth.Hegaveashort,brittlelaugh.“Youhadtotakethisaway
frommetoo,huh?”hesaid,hisvoicecrackingalittlebeforeheturnedaroundandleft.
Ryanhadneverseenhisbrotherlooksolivid.Zachgratedout,“Getoutofmyhouseanddon’t
comeback.”Heleft,callingTristan’sname.
Silencefellupontheroom.
ArthurwasstillstaringattheplaceTristanhadstood.
Jamiewasstaringathisfather.“Why?”hewhisperedhoarsely.
Arthurflinchedandlookedathisson,asifonlynowrealizingJamiewasthere.
“Howcouldyou?”Jamiesaid,hisvoicerisinginvolume.“He’sthesameageasme.Youhada
womanonthesidewhileMumwaspregnant?”
Arthur ’slipsthinned.“Leaveus,”hetoldRyan.
“I’mnotgoinganywhere,”Ryansaid.
Arthurglancedattheirclaspedhandswithobviousdistastebutwassmartenoughnotto
commentonit.“It’scomplicated,”hetoldhisson.
Jamieglaredathim.“YoualreadyruinedChristmasforme.Theleastyoucandoisexplainwhy
youwerecheatingonyourwifewhileshewaspregnant.”
Arthurturnedawaytolookoutthewindow.“Iwasyoungandfoolish,”hesaidbriskly.“She
was…shewasthemostbeautifulwomanI’deverseen.Icouldn’tstayawayfromher,eventhoughshe
wasfromadifferentworld:anuneducatedgypsy,poorerthanourlowestservants.”Arthurletouta
harshchuckle.“Yourgrandfatherwasconvincedshehadbewitchedme.Perhapsshedid.Iwantedher
likeI’dneverwantedanythinginmylife.”
Jamietookinanaudiblebreathandsaidinasmallvoice,“Whydidyouchooseusifyouwanted
them?”
“Icouldn’tpossiblyleavemypregnantwifeforagypsy,”Arthursaidtonelessly.“Youknow
yourgrandmotherhadaweakheart.ShehadaheartattackwhenItoldherthatIrefusedtoendmy
affair—thatIwantedtodivorcemypregnantwife.”WhenArthurspokeagain,helookedJamie
straightintheeye.“I’mnotproudofmyself.Mybehaviorwasreckless,impulsiveandcompletely
unfittingforaGrayson.Iwasabesottedfool.Butitwasagoodlearningexperience.Ilearnedthat
sometimesitdoesn’tmatterwhatwewant.Sometimeswemustdowhatwemust.Ibrokeupwithher.
Mymotherrecoveredandyourmotherdidn’tfindout—notthen,atleast.”
Jamieasked,“DidyouknowTristan’smotherwaspregnantwithhim?”
AshadowcrossedArthur ’sface.“No,”hesaidtersely.“Sincehe’safewmonthsolderthanyou,
itappearssheneglectedtoinformmeofherpregnancyonpurpose.Shewasfoolishlyproudlikethat.
IfoundoutthatIhadanothersononlywhensheappearedonmydoorstepfiveyearslater.She
looked…shelookedveryill,nearlyunrecognizable.Shebeggedmetotakecareoftheboy.”
“Andyourefused?”Ryancutin,notbotheringtohidehisdisgust.
Arthurpressedhislipstogether.“Noteverythingisblackandwhite,Hardaway.Shecameata
badtime.James’sgrandmotherwaslivingwithusatthetime,sinceherhealthwasdeteriorating.SoI
turnedthemaway,butIdidintendtofindthemandtoofferthemhelpdiscreetly.Butitturnedouttobe
moredifficultthanIexpected.WhentheprivatedetectiveIhiredfinallytrackedthemdownmonths
later,shewasdeadandtheboyhadbeenadoptedalready.”Ryandidn’tthinkArthurwasawareofit,
buthiseyessoftenedalittle.“Hewasabeautifulchild,soIwasn’tsurprisedhehadbeenadoptedso
quickly.Ihadpeoplewatchinghim,evenwhenhisadoptiveparentsmovedtoFrance.Aftertheydied,
Iwasforcedtointerfere,butgenerallyIstayedawayfromhim.”
RyancouldnolongerfeelhisfingersbecauseofJamie’sgrip.
“Why?”Jamiesaid.“Nothingwouldhavestoppedyoufromtakinghiminafterhisadoptive
parentsdied.GrandmotherdiedwhenIwasseven,andMumandyouweren’tateachother ’sthroatsat
thatpoint.”
“Iwantedtoclaimhimasmine.Butyourmotherwasn’thappywhenItoldher.That’swhywe’ve
been‘ateachother ’sthroats’eversince,asyouputit.”
“What?”Jamiesaidwithafrown.“Shewouldn’t.”
AwrysmiletouchedArthur ’slips.“Shewould.Shedid.Itisratherunderstandable.Shewould
havebeenhumiliatedifIclaimedtheboyasmyownandsocietyfoundoutaboutit.Shethreatenedto
divorcemeandmoveawayfromEngland,takingyouwithher.”
Ryan’sheartclenchedwhenJamie’sfacelitup.“Youdidn’twanttoloseme?”
Arthurgavehimanunimpressedlook.“OfcourseIdidn’t.You’remysonandmylegitimate
heir.Tristancouldneverinheritthetitle.Icouldn’tallowmyheirtobemovedtoanothercountry.”
Jamie’sfacefell.RyanwonderedifArthurwasjustinsensitiveordidn’tcare.
“Besides,Iknewtheboywouldn’tforgiveme.”AfaintsmileappearedonArthur ’sface.“That
boyisaGrayson,throughandthrough.He’stooproudandstrong-willed.”Therewassomeirritation
inArthur ’svoice—buttherewasreluctantadmiration,too.
RyancouldalmostphysicallyfeelhowmuchithurtJamie.ArthurhadnevergivenJamieany
indicationthatheadmiredhim:loved,yes,butadmired?No.InArthur ’sopinion,Jamiewastoosoft-
heartedandweak.
“Tristanisgay,too,”Ryansaid,squeezingJamie’sfingers.
Arthur ’sexpressiondidn’tchange.“Ihavebeenawareofthatforquitesometime,butatleasthe
knowshowtobediscreetabouthispersonallife.Andheisnotmyheir,sowhathedoesinhis
bedroomisirrelevant,inanycase.”HeshotJamieasharplook.“Iwillseeyouathome.Iexpectyou
tohavecometoyoursensesbythattime.”
Jamie’sfaceremainedblankuntilthedoorclosedafterArthur.
Then,hesaid,withoutlookingatRyan,“Canwegotoyourplace?Iwanttobesomewhere
withoutpeople.”
“He’sfullofshit,”Ryansaid.
Jamieshookhishead.“Notnow.Please.Justtakemehome.”
Ryantookhimhome.
Chapter17
Anhourlater,RyanwatchedJamiesitonthefloorofhislivingroom,saggedagainstthecouch.
Jamie’sunseeinggazewasfixedontheceiling,hishandscurledaroundabottleofvodkalikeitwas
hislifeline.
“Stopstaringatme,”Jamiesaid,withoutlookingathim.“Drinkwithme.Ifeelevenmore
patheticdrinkingalone.”
RyangotabottleforhimselfandsatdownbyJamie’sside,pressingtheirshoulderstogether.He
openedthebottlebutdidn’tdrink.“Don’tsaythat.You’renotpathetic.”
“Ifeelprettydamnpathetic,”Jamiesaid,hisgazestillontheceiling.RyanwatchedJamie’s
Adam’sapplebobupanddownasJamiemurmured,“Acompletefailureonallfronts.”Hetooka
swigfromhisbottle,hispaleeyelashesconcealinghisexpression.“Youknowtheworstpart?Ithink:
what’sthepointingoingagainsthim?IfIhadsomethingtofightfor,Iwouldhave.ButIdon’t.”He
smiled.“AtleastI’llmakeonepersonhappyifImarryMeganandcontinuethelineofobscenelyrich,
aristocraticbittersods.”
“Don’tsaythat.”
Jamielookedathimforalongtime,hiseyestoobright.“Butit’strue,”hesaidquietly.“I’ma
disappointmenttoeveryone.ToDad,becauseI’mnotlikehim—orlikeTristan.”Jamiechuckled.
“Youknow,it’sfunny.I’vethoughtacoupleoftimesthatTristanwouldhavemadeafarbetter
Graysonthanme,andnow…NowIhaveabrotherwhoprobablyhatesmeandadadwhosecretly
wishesIwasthebastardone.”Helookeddownathisbaretoes.“Ican’tevendothegaythingright.I
fuckedupeventhatwhenIwentandfellinlovewiththeonemanIcouldneverhave.”
Ryanavertedhisgazeforamoment,puttinghisbottleaside.“Jamie—”
“YouknowI’mright,”Jamiesaidwithasmallsmile.“AndDadisright:somethingsarejust
impossible.Wemustdowhatwemust.”
“Fuckyourdad.”
“No,thanks.I’mnotintothatkindofthing.”Jamiegiggledathisownjoke,thenstarted
laughing,butsoonthesharp,hystericaledgetohisgigglesbecamepainfultolisten.
Ryanclenchedhisjaw.Itwasn’tagoodideatocomforthimwhileJamiewassoemotionally
compromisedalready;heknewthat.Buthisheartdidn’tagree.Jamieneededhim,morethanever,and
thatbroughtouthiseveryprotectiveinstinct—andwhereJamiewasconcerned,Ryanhadtoomanyof
them.
He’dalwaysknownthathisaffectionforJamiewasalittleweird,alittletoomuch,alittletoo
possessiveandprotective.Evenwhenhe’dhadnothing,hewantedtogiveJamieeverything,addicted
tothefeelingoftakingcareofhim.ForallthewaysRyanhadadmiredHannahforbeingindependent
andrefusingtobelongtoanyonebutherself,withJamieitwastheopposite:Ryanfuckingloved
beingneededbyhim.Andnow,againsthisbetterjudgment,hiseveryinstinctwaswiredtodo
whateverittooktomakeJamiefeelbetter,eventhoughheknewthat,inthelongrun,hisinterference
could—would—hurtJamiemore.
Butfuck,hecouldn’twatchthisanymore.
Sighing,RyanpulledJamiecloseandwrappedhiminhisarms.Jamie’slaughterdied.Hemade
asoftsoundandsaggedagainstRyan,practicallymeltingintotheembrace.
Ryanstaredattheplatinumblondheadonhischest,acutelyawarethatthiswasn’tthebehavior
ofafriend.Jamiedidn’twanthisbestmaterightnow;hewantedcomfortfromthepersonhewasin
lovewith.Jamiewantedlove.
Ryan’sstomachtightened.Hewonderedonceagainwhetheritwasemotionalmanipulation.
Possibly.ButhehatedJamie’sstateofmindlately:dejected,almostdepressed,andguiltyforthings
Jamiehadnocontrolover.Fuckit.AslongasitmadeJamiefeelbetter,hedidn’tgiveashitaboutthe
moralimplicationsofit.
“Don’tbesilly,”Ryansaid,nuzzlingintoJamie’shairandkissingthetopofhishead.“Youthink
wewouldhavebeenusifyouwerelikeTristan?Iknowhe’saprettygoodblokebehindthatprickly
facade—hemustbe,ormybrotherwouldn’tbeinlovewithhim—butasfarasI’mconcerned,hehas
nothingonyou.”HebrushedhislipsagainstJamie’stemple.“Noonedoes.Don’tyouknowhow
muchIfuckingadoreyou?”
“Ryan,”Jamiemurmured,squirmingagainsthislipsbutnotpullingaway.“Iknowwhatyou’re
tryingtodo.Don’t.”
“Yes,Iamtryingtomakeyoufeelbetter,”Ryansaid,hisvoicehardyethonest.“Butyouknow
I’mnotlying.Forfuck’ssake,Ibrokeitoffwithmygirlfriendforyou.”
Jamiewinced.“Isthatsupposedtomakemefeelbetter?”
“Yes,”Ryansaid,tippingJamie’sfaceuptomeethiseyes.“BecauseIthinkitproves
something.”
Hischeekscoloring,Jamieblinkedrapidlyandlookeddownatthebottleinhishand.Hetooka
biggulpandpresseditagainstRyan’slips.
Ryanchuckled.“Areyoutryingtogetmedrunkandtakeadvantageofme?”Butheobligedand
tookaswig.
“You’veuncoveredmyevilmasterplan,”Jamiesaid,bringingthebottlebacktohismouth.His
eyeswereglisteningashetookanothersip.“WhatshallIdonow?”
“Tostopdrinkingwouldbeagoodstart,”Ryansaid,takingthebottleawayfromhimand
settingitaside.“You’retipsyalready.”
Jamie’sbottomlippokedout.
“Hasn’tyourmothertaughtyouhowunbecomingpoutingis?”Ryansaidwithamockingsmile
andkissedthecornerofJamie’spoutingmouth.
“It’sreallyhardtokeepdelusionsincheckwhenyoudostufflikethis,youknow,”Jamiesaid
withapinchedlook.
Shit.
Grimacinginwardly,Ryansmiled.“Isitreallyanystrangerthantheblowjobsyougaveme?”
Thehumorcameoutalittleflat.Thiswasstillveryshakyground,atopichewasn’tcomfortable
thinkingabout,muchlessdiscussing.
“Yes,actually,”Jamiesaidwithalopsidedsmile.“BecauseIcouldrationalizetheblowjobs:I
couldtellmyselfyou’rejustaconfused,kinkypervert.Butthis…it’shardertorationalizeitaway.”
Ryanstaredathim.Hewasright.WhywashekissingJamieonthelips?Jamie’smouthwasn’t
actuallyhisproperty,dammit.
“Thiswholethinghasbeensuchamindfuckforme,”hesaidwithasigh.“Idon’tknowwhatthe
fuckI’mdoing,Jamie.”HelaidahandonJamie’snape,brushinghisneckwithhisthumb.“ButI
knowonething:Idon’twantyoutogethurt.Andyouwillifyoustartthinkingthisissomethingit
isn’t.Yousaidyou’dtakewhateverIwaswillingtogiveyou,butyoureallyshouldn’t.Don’tletme
crosstheline.Ican’tgiveyouwhatyouwant.Youdeservebetter.”
AtouchofsadnessflashedthroughJamie’sblue-greeneyesbeforehenoddedandsagged
againstRyan’schestagain.“You’restillhopingI’llfalloutoflovewithyou,aren’tyou?”
Thequestiongavehimpause.Ryanfrowned.“No,”hesaidslowly.“IguessI’veacceptedit.”
Jamiejusthummed,hispalefingersplayingwiththehemofRyan’sshirt.
Minutestickedawayinsilence,andnowthathehadnothingelsetofocuson,Ryanbecame
acutelyawarethatJamiewasinhislap.Whilethetwoofthemwerenostrangerstosnugglingand
cuddling,thiswasnew.Thiswasthewayhewouldsitwithagirlfriend.Ithadn’tbeenabigdealwith
Hannah;withJamieitfelt…different.Jamiemightbeslighterandshorterthanhim,buthewasaguy,
andnotasmallone.
“CanIaskyousomething?”Ryanmurmured,decidingagainsttellingJamietogetoffhislap.
Jamieseemedcomfortable.Anditwasn’texactlyhardship,anyway.
“Yeah?”
“Whendiditstart?”
Jamiedidn’tneedtoaskwhathemeant.“PrettymuchwhenIfiguredoutwhatmydickwasfor,”
hesaidwithasoftchuckle.“ButI’vebeenhalfindenialforyears.Until…”
“Untilwhat?”
JamieliftedhisheadtolookatRyan.“UntilIaccidentallysawyouhavesexwithErica.”
“Erica?”
Jamierolledhiseyes.“Weweresixteen.Idon’texpectyoutorememberher.Youwereatotal
man-slutbackthen.”
“Iwassixteen,”Ryansaid,notbotheringtodenytheslutpart.Hehadbeen.
Jamiesnorted,hisfingersplayingwiththebottombuttonofRyan’sshirt.“Anyway,Isawyou
havesexwithher.”
Ryansmiled,amuseddespitehimself.“Youdon’thavesexatsixteen,Jamie—youfuck,hoping
you’redoingitright.It’squick,horny,andawkwardashell.Iwasprobablybetteratitthanyour
averagesixteen-year-old,butIwasstillprettymediocre.”
“Tomyvirgineyes,yourtechniquewasfine,”Jamiemuttered,droppinghisgazetoRyan’s
shirt.“Itwas…”
Ryanstayedsilent,watchinghimcuriously.
“UpuntilthatmomentIhadbeenhalfindenial,”Jamiesaidatlast.“Ihadbeenhopingitwasjust
aphase,somethingthatwouldpass.But—butitwashardtoremainindenialwhenIrealizedIwanted
totakethegirl’splace.”Jamieliftedhiseyes,thefamiliarshamelessexpressionbackinthem.“I
wantedtobetheoneunderyou,theoneyouwerefucking.”
RyanstaredatJamie,theroomsoquietthathecouldhearthesoundofthefridgeinthekitchen.
“Ihadabitofanidentitycrisisafterthat,”Jamiesaid,wettinghislipswithhistongue.“Ihated
mybody,hatedthatIwantedthingsmybodycouldn’thaveandshouldn’twant.”Jamieblushed.
“Sometimes…sometimesIhatedbeingaboyandwishedIwerebornasagirl,sothatIcouldknow
whatitfeltliketohaveyou—haveyouthatway.Iwanteditsobadly.Ithadbecomesomethingofan
obsession—togetyouinsideme.”
Ryanwasn’tsurehowtoreacttoaconfessionlikethat.Hismouthwasdry.WhatJamiewas
sayingwasmorethanalittlemessedupforvariousreasons.Buttherewassomethingaboutit—the
partaboutJamieneedinghim,wantingtohavehiminsidehim—thatappealedtothetwistedpartof
himthatwantedtoownJamieineverypossibleway,eventhoughhisrationalpartcringedand
thoughtthatitwaswrong.
“Prettyfuckedup,yeah?”Jamiesaidwitharuefulsmile.“ButthatwasbeforeIdidsome
researchandfoundoutthatmencouldbelikethattogether,too.ThatwaswhenIdiscovereddildos.”
Ryandidn’tknowwhatJamiewastryingtoachieve.IfhisaimwastomakeRyanuncomfortable
ashell,hewassucceeding.“Jamie—”
“Ilovedusingthem,”Jamiemurmured,hisfaceredbuthisjawsetstubbornly,alookof
determinationinhiseyes.“Ilovedit.Igotkindaaddictedtoit.”Helaughedalittle.“Theproblemwas,
Ialwaysimaginedthatitwasyou,sowhenIactuallyhadsexwithmyboyfriends,Ifuckedthembut
couldn’tletthemfuckme—itseemedwrong.”Jamie’sgazeheldRyan’s,hisexpressionoddly
vulnerableanddaringatthesametime.“Soyeah,I’vewantedyoutofuckmesinceIwassixteen.”
“Areyoutryingtoshockme?”Ryansaidwithashortlaugh.
Jamieshrugged.“Maybe.Isitworking?”Jamiecockedhishead,studyinghimwithan
unreadablelookinhiseyes.“Areyoudisgusted?”
“No,”Ryansaid.Hefeltmanythings,butdisgustwasn’toneofthem.
Jamielickedhislips.“Iwanttosuckyourcock.”
Ryanstared.Evenaftereverythingthathadhappenedinthepastfewweeks,hearingthatwasstill
sodamnsurreal.Butthenagain,Jamieseemedtobeinastrangestateofmindthisevening.Ryan
knewhehadonlyhimselftoblameforthissituation.HeshouldhavestayedawaywhileJamiewas
emotionallycompromisedinsteadofhavingJamieinhisfuckinglap.
“Areyoudrunk?”Ryansaid,tryingtoignorethestirringinhisgroin.
Jamieshookhishead.“YouknowI’mnot.SocanIsuckyourcock?”
Ryanhadneverbeforethoughtasentencecouldsoundsowrongandarousingatthesametime.
Heshouldsayno.Theyshouldstopdoingthis.ButthatincessantdrivetosatisfyJamie’sneeds
wasfuckingwithhismind,makingithardertosaynowhenJamietookhissilenceforayesand
startedunzippinghisjeans.Hiscockwashardening,hisbodyrespondingtoJamie’sneedlikeastud
smellingamareinheat.Fuckinghell.ThiswasJamie.HisJamie.Jamiewasn’tforfucking.Putting
hiscockinJamie’smouthstillfeltlikeblasphemy.
Andyet,RyanfoundhimselfnotresistingwhenJamiepulledhiscockoutandstartedslowly
strokingitwithbothhands,watchingitwithfascinationandhungerasithardenedcompletely.Ryan
couldn’tbelieveLamberthadcalledJamiefrigid:hewasasfarfromfrigidasitgot.OrmaybeJamie
wasthiswayonlywithhim.
JamieclimbedoffhislapandpushedRyan’sthighswider.
“Jamie,”RyangroanedasJamiesuckedhimdeepwithonesmoothmotionthatdestroyedthe
remnantsofRyan’sself-control.Gruntingandsaggingbackagainstthecouch,hereacheddownfor
Jamie’splatinumblondhair—itwasgettinglong—andpusheditbackjustsohecouldwatch.Jamie’s
pinklipsranthelengthofhiserection,histongueswirledaroundthetip,andRyanshuddered.The
wayJamielookedwhenhesuckedhiscockwasobscene:hischeeksred,hiseyesglazedwithlustand
pleasure,alookofpureblissonhisface.HesuckedRyan’scocklikeitwashisfavoritethinginthe
world.JamiemoanedaroundhimandRyansawthatJamiehadhisowncockoutandwasstrokingit
quicklyallthewhileworkinghismouthslowly,asifsavoringthetaste,Jamie’ssoft,wet,warm
mouthengulfinghisachingcockbutnottightlyenoughorfastenough—
GrippingJamie’shair,Ryansnappedhishipsforwardharderandfasteruntilhewasfucking
Jamie’smouth,hismindblankbutforthedrivingdesiretocomedownthatsweetthroatandfill
Jamie’sbellywithhiscomeuntilJamiewassofullofithe—
AphonewentoffinJamie’spocket,shrillingasloudasafirealarm.Itkeptringingandringing
untilJamiepulledback,panting,andfisheditoutwithunsteadyfingers.
“Turnitoff,”Ryanbitout,pullingJamie’smouthbacktohisthrobbingcock.IfJamieinsisted
onsuckinghisdick,theleasthecoulddowastonotleavehimhanging,soclosetotheedge.Hefelt
likehewasabouttoburst.
Eyeslightingupwithmischief,Jamiesmiledupathimdazedlyandpressedtheanswerbutton.
Heputitonspeaker,toboot.“What?”Jamiesaid,voicehuskyfromsuckingRyan’scock.
“Youwanker!”saidthecaller.ItwasLuke.
“WhatdidIdo?”Jamiesaid,hisglazedeyesstillonRyan’sachingcock.Jamiecurledhishand
aroundthebaseandsqueezed,asifenjoyingitshardness.Hissingthroughhisteeth,Ryanglaredat
him.
Jamiesmiled,dragginghislipsalongthelengthofhiscock.Itwasaslowtorturewhenallhe
wantedwastofuckthatmouthandcome.
“Whatdidyoudo?”Lukesaidincredulously.“YouleftmeataplaceIknowatotalofthree
people,andallofthemfuckedoffsomewhere.Hey,yousoundsloshed—areyousloshed?Didyou
andRyanditchmetohavesomefun?Inthatcase,boo,yousuck.”
“I’mbusy,”JamiesaidandlickedtheheadofRyan’scock.“Talktoyoutomorrow.”
“AreyouatRyan’s?”
“Mhm,”JamiehummedinaffirmativearoundRyan’scock.HelookeduptomeetRyan’seyes
andRyanfelthiscockthrobatthelookofwantonlustonJamie’sface.Thelittleshitwasactually
gettingoffonsuckingRyan’sdickwhilehewasonthephonewithhisfriend.
“ThenI’llseeyouintenminutes,”Lukesaid.“Five,ifthere’snotraffic.”Hehungup.
Ryanstiffened.Hadhemisheardit?ButjudgingbyJamie’swide-eyedlook,hehadn’t.They
staredateachother,Jamie’smouthstillwrappedsnugglyaroundRyan’scock,Jamie’shandstill
aroundhisownerection.Jesus.
“He’sontheway,”Ryanmanaged,hisvoicealittleunsteady.HepulledhiscockoutofJamie,
hissingatthelossofhiswet,warmmouth.Jamieletoutasmalldisappointedwhine.
“Wedon’thavethetime,”Ryansaid,tryingtowillhiserectionaway.Itwasfruitless;hewasso
damnhard.
Jamiedidn’tlookanybetter,hisbreathingelevated,hiserectionstillout,hiseyesunfocused.“I
haveanidea,”hemuttered,quicklydisposingofhisjeansandunderwear.“Justdon’tfreakoutonme,
okay?”Hepulledsomethingoutofhisdiscardedjacket’spocket.
WhenRyansawwhatitwas,hismouthwentdry.“Jamie—”
“Itdoesn’thavetomeananything,”Jamiesaidquickly,straddlingRyan’slapandrollingthe
condomonRyan’scock.“Itwon’tmeananything.Aholeisahole,right?Butitwillbefaster.”He
flushed,hispupilshuge.“Ialwayscomefasterwithsomethinginme,”hesaid,pullingoutalube
packetfromhispocketandcoatinghisfingerswithagenerousamountoftheliquid.Thedistantpart
ofRyan’sbrainwonderedwhythefuckJamieevenhadcondomsandlubewithhim—hadheplanned
tofuckLambertagain?—butmostlyhisbrainrefusedtoformanycoherentthought.
Hesatstill,tenseandstiffinmorewaysthanone,watchingJamiereachbehindandquicklyprep
himself.Thiscouldn’tbehappening.
HeshouldstopJamie.Excepthismindseemedunabletofullygraspwhatwasabouttohappen,
stuckontheideaoffuckingJamie.Amixofconflictingemotionsandthoughtsclashedinsidehim,
rangingfromthesenseofutterwrongnesstooverwhelmingwant.
Beforehecoulddecidewhatthefucktodo,hehadalapfulofhisverynakedbestfriendwho
waspositioninghimselfoverhiscock.ThenextthingheknewJamiewasslowlysinkingontohim
andRyanhissedasincredibletightnessenvelopedhisthrobbingerection.Shit.
Jamietookhimintothehiltandstopped,wide-eyedandflushed.Theystaredateachother,
breathinghard.
Fuck.
HiscockwasinsideJamie.Thiswasn’tbloodyhappening.Exceptitwas.
Jamieopenedhismouth,asiftosaysomething,butnotasinglesoundlefthismouth.Hewas
bitinghislip,lookingatRyandazedly.Andthenhestartedmoving—andJesusfuckingChrist.Ryan
grittedhisteeth,tryingnottomakeanysoundandremaincompletelystill.Apartofhimstillcouldn’t
believethiswasreal.
HewatchedJamieridehiscock,thefeelingofutterdisbeliefwarringwiththepleasureof
havingJamie,beinginsidehiminthedeepestpossibleway.ButifputtinghisdickinJamie’smouth
feltlikeblasphemy,itwasnothingcomparedtothewaythisfelt.Hehadhiscockinthepersonhe
alwaysconsideredalittlebrother—someonetoprotectandcarefor,notsomeonetofuckintheass.
ButtherewasnothingremotelybrotherlyaboutthewayJamielookedasherodehiscock,
panting,hisswollen,pinklipsslackandeyesunfocusedwithbliss.Itwasimpossibletolookaway
fromhim.
Ryanwasn’tsurehewasevenparticipating.Jamiewastheonedoingallthework.Jamie
pleasuredhimselfonhiminanaggressiverhythm,fasterandfaster,strikingablazeofheatthatmade
Ryansweatbeneathhisclothesandhisballsachewiththeurgetocome.Abeadofsweattrickled
downRyan’sforeheadandthebackofhisneck.Grittinghisteeth,Ryantriedtothink,butitwas
hellishlyhardatthepaceJamieset.Hewaslosingcontrol,fast.
“Jamie—”hegruntedthroughhisteeth.
Jamiewasbeyondhearing,fuckinghimselfhardonRyan’sachingcock,hismoansgetting
louderandlouder.HewasmumblingsomethinglikeOhGod,ohGod,ohGod,nearlysobbing.He
lookedabsolutelywanton.Likeaslut.Likeawhoreforhiscock.ItdroveRyaninsane,andhe
couldn’tholditbackanylongerandascaldingorgasmtorefromhimasheshudderedandgroaned.
Grabbinghisownerection,JamieslammeddownonemoretimeonRyan’ssofteningcockandcame
withalong,hoarsemoan.
Forabriefblissfulmoment,therewasonlythesoundoftheirharshbreathing.
Thenthedoorbellrang.
RyanopenedhiseyesandstaredatJamie.
Panting,Jamiestaredback.
Thedoorbellrangagain.
TheysprangapartandJamiescrambledtogetclothed.Ryanwasmostlydressed,buthisshirt
wasruined.Tuckinghiscockinhisjeans,Ryanmadehiswaytothebathroom.Heshutthedoorand
saggedagainstit,hismindreelingashestaredatthemirrorontheoppositewall.
Fuck.
Bythetimehechangedintoacleanshirtandreturnedtothelivingroom,itwasempty,Jamie
andLukegone.
Ryanwalkedtothewindowandlookedout.ThestreetwaswellilluminatedbyChristmasstreet
lightsanddecorations.LukeandJamiewerearguingaboutsomethingbyLuke’scar—orrather,Luke
wasgesticulatingwidelyandshakinghisheadwhileJamiestoodinsilence,hisarmscrossedoverhis
chest.
AsiffeelingRyan’sgaze,Jamielookedup.Theirgazeslocked.
Jamieturnedaway.
Chapter18
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Areyoustillnottalkingtohim?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
He’stheonenottalkingtome.Hehasn’tcalledmeoncesincethatnight.NotthatIblamehim.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
That’syourguilttalking.Andyouhavenothingtofeelguiltyabout.LasttimeIchecked,ittakes
twopeople.Ryanishardlyahelplessvictim.Hecouldhavesaidno.Hecouldhavepunchedyouand
shovedyouawayanymoment.Noonceforcedhimtoputhisprickinyou.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
MaybeItookadvantageofhim.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Lesigh.Herewego.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
I’mserious,Luke.OfcourseIknowIdidn’tforcehimintoanythingphysically—Iwouldn’tbe
abletoevenifItried—butIknowRyan.Iknowwhatmakeshimtick.Iknowhehasathingfortaking
careofme,formakingmehappy—healwayshas,andImighthaveuseditagainsthim.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Hecouldhavemadeyouhappywithoutputtinghisdickinyourbum.Ryanisabigboyandhe
shouldbefuckingheldresponsibleforhisownactions.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Butthat’sthething.Whenwefucked,hedidn’tevenparticipate.Hesortof…justsatthere,letting
meusehisdicklikeasextoy.Luke,I’veseenhimfuck.Andwhathappenedtheothernight…that
wasn’thowhefucks.Normallyhe’sprettyaggressiveduringsex.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Hewashard.Hedidn’tlosehiserection.Hecame.Inmybook,thatmeansheparticipatedinthe
sex.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Thenwhyhasn’thecalledmeinthreedays?
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Hasitneveroccurredtoyouthathemightbehavingagayfreak-out?I’veheardthathappensto
straightguys.Maybehe’sbeentryingtoconvincehimselffuckinghismalebestfrienddoesn’tmake
himgay.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Ryanisn’thomophobicintheslightest.Ifhefelthemightbegay,thatwouldn’tfreakhimout.
Trustme,Iknowhim.
No,I’msureit’ssomethingelse.
Actually,fuckingmedoesn’tmakehimgay.Whenyou’rethatturnedon,anyholewilldo.I
wouldprobablyfuckawomanifIwerethatturnedon.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Whatever.
Howarethingswithyourparents,bytheway?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Asexpected,allthingsconsidered.Strained.Mumhasbeenweird.IguessDadhadtoldherwhat
adisappointmentIam.Shehasn’tsaidanythingaloud,butIthinkit’sjustbecauseshedoesn’twantto
agreewithDadonanything.Butyouknow,manythingsarestartingtomakesensenow.Mumhas
alwaysdespisedfootball,especiallyChelsea.Sheknew.SheknewaboutTristanandsaidnothingto
me.Forsomereason,that’shardertoswallowthanDad’ssilence.
DadisstillpissedoffthatI’mrefusingtomarryMeganCadogan.Ishouldprobablybemore
upsetaboutdisappointinghim,butit’shardtogiveadamnafterwhathappenedwithRyan.Isitvery
patheticthatI’msuchamessafterthreedaysofnottalkingtohim?
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Very.
Myadvice:gogetlaid,mate.Letsomeonebuggeryouforachange.Preferablysomeonewho
doesn’thavebrotherlyfeelingsforyouandwouldn’thaveanexistentialcrisisafterthesex.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Ican’t.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Actually,youcan.I’mtheonewhoisinahomophobiccountryrightnow.Imightactuallyget
beaten(orworse)ifImakeamoveonthewrongperson.
Butfine,ifyouwanttobefuckedjustbyyourassholeofabestfriend/pseudo-brother,it’syour
hearttobreak.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
He’snotanasshole.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Hesureis.Justnottoyou.He’sadecentbloke,buthecanbeonehellofabastardifhewantsto.
Trustme,I’mtheexpertondickheadshere.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Ifyouwereanexpertondickheads,youwouldn’thavesomanybreakupswiththem.Havinga
hard-onforbadboysdoesn’tmakeyouanexpertonthem.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Don’tmockme.You’llsee!Onedayoneofthebadguyswillturnouttohaveaheartofgold
behindthattough,badexteriorandIwillgetmyhappilyeverafter.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Doyoureallybelieveinthat?Inhappilyeverafters?Aww,you’resuchagirl,Lucy.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Shutit.I’mnottheonewho’sbeenpiningafteroneguysinceIwaseight.AtleastI’mlooking
formyPrinceCharming(andgettingfrogssofar,butthat’sneitherherenorthere).Youaren’teven
looking.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Ilooked.YouknowIlooked.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Yes,yes.Buthe’salwaysbeenyourPrinceCharming.Iknow.
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Theproblemis,I’mnoCinderellainhisstory.
From:LukeWhitford
To:JamesGrayson
Dec28
Yes,you’renoCinderella.Rightnowyou’rethestableboyhegetshisrocksoffwithandit
doesn’thavetomeananything.Ratherconvenientforhim,isn’tit?Callhimandtellhimtostop
fuckingwithyou:eitherhewantsyou,orhedoesn’t.Nomoreno-strings-attachedcocksuckingor
buggering.Don’tlethisprickanywherenearyouuntilhegivesyouadefiniteanswer.Gotit?
From:JamesGrayson
To:LukeWhitford
Dec28
Gotit.
Chapter19
Jameslayinthedarknessofhisbedroom,thinkingofLuke’swords.Lukelikelyknewwhathe
wastalkingabout.Lukereallyhadfarmoreexperiencewithmenandrelationshipsthanhim.And
maybethefactthatJameshadknownRyanforsolongwasactuallyahindrance.
Jamessighed.HewascomingtorealizeRyanwasn’ttheonlyonehavingtroubleadjustingto
thechangesintheirrelationship.Hehadthesameproblem.HehadexpectedRyantobehaveexactly
thesamewayashealwaysdid,anditwasstupid.HehadthoughtheunderstoodRyanbetterthan
anyone,andwhileitmightbetrue,hewascomingtorealizethatRyanmightbeadifferentmanwhen
itcametosexandrelationships.Hewasstartingtounderstandthathewasn’tdealingjustwithhisbest
friendanymore.
TherewasconflictinRyan.Ononehand,therewasthemanwhohadalwaysbeenhisrock—
someonewhowasalwaysthereforhim,someonecloserthanabrother.Ontheotherhand,therewas
thehard-eyedmanwhowaspissedoffbythewholesituationandrightfullyblamedhimforlosingthe
womanheloved.Whilethatmanstillhadhisbestfriend’saffectionforhim,heseemedtoresentit,
andthataffectionwastwistedintosomethingelse.ThatmanhadnoqualmsaboutusingJamie’s
mouthoravoidinghimaftershagginghim,eventhoughRyanmustknowhowmuchthatwouldhurt
andconfusehim.
Jamessighedagain,histhumbhoveringoverRyan’snameinhiscontactslist.Hehadbeen
determinedtogiveRyanspacetofigureoutwhathewanted,butafterthreedaysofsilenceJames
couldn’ttakeitanylonger.Onceandforall,hehadtoknowwheretheystood.
HetouchedtheCallbuttonandbroughtthephonetohisear.Onering.Another.Athird.
Followedbyafourth,andthenafifth.
HewasstartingtothinkRyanwouldn’tanswerwhenhefinallydid.
“Jamie.”
JamesshiveredatthesoundofRyan’slowvoice.“Hey,”hesaid,hisstomachdoingalittleflip-
flop.Hetoldhimselfitwassilly.ItwasjustRyan.Therewasnoreasontofeelsobloodynervous.But
now,inthedarknessandsilenceoftheroom,hecouldn’thelpbutrememberwhathadhappenedthree
daysago.Heatrushedtohisgroin.Heblushedasherememberedhowshamelesslyhehadbehaved.
Thesilencestretched,becomingstrained.God,hewouldgiveanythingtoknowwhatRyanwas
thinkingrightnow.
Jameslickedhisdrylips.“Youhaven’tcalled.”
“Neitherhaveyou,”Ryansaid.
Anotherlong,strainedsilence.
Jamescringed.“Isitgoingtobethisawkwardfromnowon?”
“Ofcourseitwillbeawkward,”Ryansaidtersely.“That’swhyyoushouldn’thavedoneit.”
“Me?”DespitehisearlierwordstoLukethathewastheonetoblame,Jamesdidn’tfeellike
Ryanwasbeingentirelyfair.Hebitout,“Iwasn’ttheonlyonethere.”
Ryanlaughedsoftly.“Let’snotkidourselves,Jamie.Youcouldprobablygetmetomurder
someoneifyougavemetheeyesandaskednicelyenough.”
Jamielaughed.“Comeon,you’reexaggerating.”
“Iwish,”Ryansaid,ahintofself-deprecationandresentmentappearinginhisvoice—again.
AndJameshadhadenough.Angerflaredinsidehim,sointensethatforamomenthecouldn’t
breathe.“Ifyou’resosickofme,you’refreetofuckoff.I’mnotforcingyoutostickaround.Piss
off!”Hehungup,breathinghard.
Thephonerang.
Hethoughtofignoringit,butheknewRyan.Itwasimpossibletoout-stubbornhim.Hepicked
upandsnapped,“What?”
“You’renotserious,”Ryansaid.
“I’mveryserious,”Jamessaid,hisvoiceshakingwithanger.“You’refreetoreunitewithyour
girlfriendandliveyourmerrylife.Iwon’tbotheryouwithmystupid,unrequitedfeelingsanymore.”
Hehungupagainandpressedtheheelsofhishandstohisstingingeyes.Goddammit.
Thephonewentoffagain.
“Jamie,”Ryansaid.“Don’tberidiculous.”
“I’mdonebeingridiculous,”Jamessaid.“I’mdonefeelingguiltyformyfeelings.I’msickof
it.”Heswallowedthethicklumpinhisthroat.Whywasitsohardtosayallofthis?Deepdown,he’d
knownitwascoming.“Iwishitdidn’tcometothis.Butlet’sfaceit:itisn’tworking.Itneverwill.I
can’tchangehowIfeel,andyoucan’t,either.It’snowobviousthatwecan’tbejustfriendsandwe
can’tbelovers—wecan’tbeanything.”Jamestookadeepbreathtosteadyhisvoice.Hewasn’tsure
howsuccessfulhewas.“Ithink—Ithinkweshouldgoourseparatewaysbeforewestarthatingeach
other.”
“Youcan’tdothis,”Ryansaid.“Don’tdothis,Jamie.Notoverthefuckingphone.Let’smeet—”
Jamesclosedhiseyes.“Andthenwhat?”
Silence.
“I’mtired,Ryan,”Jamiesaid,barelyaudibly.“IfImeananythingtoyou,letmebe.Gobackto
Hannah.Behappy.YouwerehappywithheruntilIfuckeditup.”
Foralongwhile,therewasonlythesoundofRyan’sbreathing.
AndthenRyansaid,“Whataboutyou?”
Jamie’sstomachhurt.MaybeapartofhimhadfoolishlyhopedRyanwouldrefuseoutright.“I’ll
beokay.Oneday.”Hebithisliphardtoswallowbackanynoisethatwouldhavebetrayedhim.
“MaybewhenI’moverthis,inafewyears,wecanreuniteandhangout—orsomething.”
“Orsomething,”Ryanrepeatedtonelessly.
James’snailsdugintohispalm.“It’sforthebest.Youknowthat.”
Ryanhungup.
Jamietuggedhiskneestohischestandcurledaroundthem.
Whenthetearscame,theybroughtnorelief.Fifteenyearsoffriendshipandlove,gone.Justlike
that.
Anhourortwolater,hewipedhiseyesandreachedforhisphoneagain.Hisvisionwasstill
blurryashetypedatexttoLuke.
YouwantsomecompanyinRussia?
Chapter20
Tristanscrunchedhisnoseupasheeyedtheloud,cheerfulcrowdaroundhim.ANewYear ’s
Eveparty.Ifsomeonehadtoldhimayearagothathewouldbehostinglargefamilygatherings
severaltimesamonth,hewouldhavethoughtitwasajoke.Averybadone.Buthecouldn’tdenythat
therewasapartofhimthatenjoyedit.IthelpedthatZach’sfamilyactuallyseemedtolikehim,which
wasratherbewildering,consideringhedidn’tputanyeffortintobeingnice.
“Sowhereishe?”
Tristanturnedhisheadtohisadoptivebrother.“Where’swho?”
Gabrielgavehimalook.“Yourbrother.Yourrealbrother.”
Tristanshrugged.“Idon’tknow.Haven’tseenhimlately.”Andwhatananticlimaxitwas.Hehad
beenbracinghimselffortheawkwardso-you’re-my-brotherconversationfordays,buthehadseen
neitherhidenorhairofJamessinceChristmas.HehadthoughtJameswouldcometothispartyfor
sure,butRyanhadarrivedwithhisex-girlfriend,whowasapparentlynolongeranex.
“Soareyougonnaacknowledgehimasabrother?”
TristanlookedbackatGabriel,surprised.Theirrelationshipmighthaveimprovedquiteabit
thisyear,buttheystilldidn’treallytalkaboutpersonalthings.Hecertainlyhadn’texpectedGabeto
askhimaboutthat.
Hewasn’tsurewhattoanswer.Truthbetold,hehadhatedJameswhenhe’dthoughtJameshad
everythingwhilehehadnothing.Henolongerthoughtthat.Ifanything,hepitiedJamesnow.“Idon’t
hatehim,”Tristansaid,pullingaface.“Imean,Iusedto,buthe’ssodamnharmlessandnice.He’sno
funtohate.It’shorrible.”
Gabriellaughed.
“Andwhydoyoucare?”Tristanasked,curious.
Gabriel’sdiscomfortwasplainonhisface.“Idon’t,”hesaidquickly.“Justwondering.”
Tristanstudiedhimforamomentbeforeaslowgrintuggedathislips.“Don’tworry,you’ll
alwaysbemyfavoritebrothertohate.”
Gabrielrolledhiseyeswithalong-sufferingsighandstrodeawaytowardhisboyfriend.
Stillsmiling,Tristanlookedaround,buthisownboyfriendwasnowheretobeseen.Maybe
Zachwasontheterrace.
Tristanmadehiswaytotheterraceandsmiledwhenhesawthelonetallfigurewatchingthe
fireworksinthedistance.
Onlywhenhesteppedoutside,didherealizehismistake.Itwasn’tZach;itwasRyan.
Tristanwasabouttoturnbackbuthesitated,hiscuriositypiqued.He’dheardthatRyanhadmade
upwithhisgirlfriendjustafewdaysago.Whatwashedoinghereallbyhimself?
HewalkedcloserandRyanturnedhisheadslightly.
“Ididn’tknowyousmoked,”Tristansaid.
Ryantookalongdragonhiscigarette,hisgazereturningtothefireworks.“Haven’tsmokedin
years.”
“Why?”
Ryandidn’treplyimmediately.
“Jamie’ssensitivetocigarettesmoke.”
Tristanfelthiseyebrowscrawlup.Ryan’sanswerdidn’tsurprisehim;hisvoicedid:completely
toneless,emotionless.
NoticingcigarettebuttsatRyan’sfeet,Tristancommented,“Andyou’remakingupforthelost
time…”
“Somethinglikethat,”Ryansaid,withoutlookingathim.
“Iguessyourgirlfriendisn’tsensitivetocigarettesmoke.”
Ryan’slipsthinned.“Ifyouhavesomethingtosay,justsayit.”
“Youdon’tlookterriblyhappyforaguywhojustgotbackwithhisgirlfriend.”
“Wearen’ttogether.Yet.”AtTristan’sinquiringlook,Ryanclarified,“We’rehereasfriends.
Hannah’sgivingmeachancetowinherover.”
“Yeah,Iseehowhardyou’retrying.Totryharderyouwouldhavetoleaveheraloneatthe
partyyoubroughtherto—oh,wait.”
“Pleasetellmemybrotherspanksyou.”
Tristangrinned.“Hedoes.ButIloveit,soit’snotmuchofapunishment.”
AfaintsmilecurledRyan’slipsbriefly.Hetookalongsuckonhiscigaretteandblewthesmoke
outofftotheside.
Eyeingthestronglineofhisjaw,TristanidlywonderedwhetherRyanbeatGabriel’sboyfriend
tothetitleofthemosthandsomemanhe’devermet.Notthatitmattered,though:Zachwasstillhotter,
atleastinTristan’sbiasedopinion.ButhecouldunderstandwhyJameswassohunguponRyan:if
Tristanhadbeengrowingupwiththat,heprobablywouldbe,too.
“SodidyouchooseHannahoverJames,afterall?”
Ryanstiffened.Inablinkofaneye,hehadTristan’sshouldersinadeathlygrip,hiseyesboring
intohim.“Hetoldyouthat?Doyouknowwhereheis?”
Tristanblinked.Gonewasthemaskofindifference.TheintensityofRyan’sgazewasalittle
frightening.
Beforehecouldsayanything,Ryanletgoofhimandsteppedback,hisfaceblankonceagain.
“No,don’ttellmeanything.”Heavertedhisgaze,amuscleinhisjawpulsingonce.“Idon’twantto
know.”
Howcurious.
“I’veknownabouthisthingforyouforages,”Tristansaidslowly.“ButIdon’tknowwherehe
is.WhywouldIifyoudon’t?Whathappened?”
Ryanlitanothercigaretteandinhaleddeeply,thetipflaringanangryred.“Heleft.Justlikethat.”
Hegaveashortlaugh.“Heendedafifteen-year-longfriendshipoverthebloodyphone.”
Oh.Tristanhadn’tthoughtJameshadtheballstocutthetiesbetweenhimandRyan,butit
seemedhe’dbeenwrong.
Crossinghisarmsoverhischest,TristanstudiedRyan.Althoughhedidn’tknoweverything,he
couldfillinthegapswithreasonableaccuracyandguesswhathadhappened.“Butyou’rebackwith
thewomanyoulove.Shouldn’tyoubehappy?”
“Happy,”Ryanrepeated,asifitwasaforeignword.Hestaredatthefireworksinthedistance.
“I’mhappy.I’mbloodyecstatic.”Hesoundedanythingbut.Whenhespokeagain,hisvoicewas
clipped,“Itdoesn’tmatter.Hedidtherightthing.Itwasn’tworking.Itwasjustfuckingwithour
minds.”
Tristanwasn’tsurewhattosay.“Soheandyouaredone?Completely?”Itwashardtobelieve.It
justseemed…wrong.
“Hesaidmaybewe’dseeeachotherinafewyears.”Ryanletoutabrittlelaugh,fingers
grippingtheterracerailings.“Afewyears…”
Cockinghisheadtotheside,Tristanstudiedhim.“Didyoufuckhim?Isthatwhyyoufreaked
out?”
Ryanshothimahalf-amused,half-pinchedlook.“Areyoualwaysthisblunt?”
“Isthatayes?”Tristansaid.
“Yes,”Ryansaid.
“Wasitthatterrible?”
“Itwasn’tthat.”
“Thenwhat’stheproblem?”
“ItwasJamie,”Ryansaid,asifthatansweredit.Maybeforhim,itdid.“Itwasstrange.”
“Obviously,”Tristansaidwithachuckle.“Look,Igetwhereyou’recomingfrom.I’mone
hundredpercentgay,butwhenIwasinthespotlight,onceinawhileIhadtogooutwithwomenand
shagthemforappearances’sake.”Hepulledaface.“Theywereobjectivelybeautiful,butevenwhenI
managedtogetitup—andletmetellyou,itwasdifficultashell—thesexfeltkindofgrossand
terriblyunsatisfying.Itwasn’ttheirfault,ofcourse.Itwasme.”HelookedatRyan.“That’swhatI’m
talkingabout.It’seasytofoolyourmind.It’smuchhardertofoolyourdick.Sexualitycanbefluid,
buttherearestilllimits.Somethingeitherturnsyouonordoesn’t.Ofcoursethefirsttimewith
anotherguywouldbeweirdtoastraightman.Butdiditfeelgrossandforced?”
“No,”Ryanrepliedafteramoment.
“Wasitapitything?”
“No,”Ryansaid,sharper.
“Didyouhavetroublegettingitupforhim?”
Ryansaidnothing,lookingmoreirritatedbytheminute.
Tristansmiledalittle,remindedofZach.Zachactedthesamewaywhenhedidn’twanttoadmit
somethingeventohimself.“Youlovedit,didn’tyou?”hesaidsoftly.
Ryanpressedhislipstogether.
“Hey,I’mnotjudging!”Tristansaidwithagrin.“Ijustremembersomeonetellingmehalfa
yearagohowgrossshaggingJameswouldbe—thatitwouldbelikeshaggingabrother.”Yeah,he
lovedsayingI-told-you-so;suehim.Italwaysfeltnicetobeprovedright.“Thoughyouaren’t
actuallyrelated,soit’sonlyabitnaughtytoloveaguylikeabrotherandlovefuckinghim,too.”
Ryanlookedathimwithaninscrutableexpression.ThenhisarmshotoutanddraggedTristan
close.
“What—”TristanstartedbeforeRyanpressedhislipsagainsthis.Tristan’sfirstemotionwas
panic(whatifZachfindsout,getsmadandleaveshim?),thenthedirectionofhisthoughtspissedhim
off(hewasn’tZach’sproperty,dammit,andherefusedtobesopatheticandclingy)andherelaxed,
lettingRyankisshim.Ryanwasobjectivelyhotandthekisswasobjectivelygood.Itjustdidnothing
forhim.ItonlyreaffirmedtohimthathelovedZach,andnomatterhowpatheticitwas,hewanted
onlyZach’skisses.Hedidn’tfeelanypassioninRyan,either,sohewasn’tsurprisedtoseeablank
lookonhisfacewhenRyanpulledback.
“Yourbrothermightactuallykillyouforthat,youknow,”Tristansaid,wipinghislips.“He’s
awfullypossessive.”Tristanmadeaface.“Mybrotherwouldprobablykillmeforthat,too,actually.
Solet’skeepthistoourselves,okay?”HelookedatRyancuriously.“Didithelp?Feelanygay?”
“No,”Ryansaidcurtly,avertinghiseyes.
Tristansmiled.“Youlikedkissinghimbetter,didn’tyou?Despiteallyourbrotherlyfeelingsfor
him?”
Ryandidn’treply,butTristandidn’tneedhimto.
“Youwannaknowsomething?”Tristanmurmured,lookingatthefireworks.“Mylegwillmake
afullrecovery,butI’mnotreturningtofootball.Ever.Idon’twantto.Because…IfeellikeArthur ’s
involvementcheapenedeverythingI’veachievedinmycareer.”Tristanbittheinsideofhischeek,his
angerflaringagain.“I’mgoingtobusinessschool.”He’dalwayshadaknackforinvesting.Itwas
somethinghegenuinelyenjoyedandwasgoodat.“Iwantsomethingformyself.Somethingmine.”
TristanglancedatRyanandfoundhimwatchinghimthoughtfully.“Youknow,foralongtimeItried
toconvincemyselfthatIshouldn’twantsomethingArthurwouldapproveof.EversinceIfoundout
whomyfatherwas,Ihatedhim,hisfamily,andthefamilybusiness.Itjustseemedsowrongtowant
topursuethecareerArthurwouldhavemademepursueifIwerehispreciousheir.ButthenIthought:
whynot?Whyshouldhisopinionmatterifthat’ssomethingIgenuinelywant?”Tristansmiledgrimly.
FuckArthur.“Sometimeswehavethisdeep-seatednotionthatsomethingiswrongandweshouldn’t
wantit,butsometimesit’sjustbullshit.Sometimesourownmindsareourgreatestenemy.”Helooked
Ryanintheeye.“IthinkyouknowwhatImean.It’swrongandweirdonlyforaslongasyouletitbe.”
Heheadedbackinside,aspringinhisstep.HecouldfeelRyan’sheavygazeonthebackofhis
headashelefttheterrace.
“Whenyou’resmilinglikethat,you’reusuallyuptonogood,”afamiliardryvoicesaid.Zach.
Tristanputonahurtlook.
Lookingunimpressed,Zachgrabbedhimbythewaistandtuggedhimclose.Tristandroppedthe
hurtactandgrinned,loopinghisarmsaroundZach’sneck.“Iwasjusthelpingpeopleout,”hesaid
innocently.
“Idon’tevenwanttoknow,”ZachsaidbeforebitingTristan’sbottomlipandsuckingonit.
Minuteslater,whentheyfinallypartedforsomeair,TristanstaredintoZach’sgrayeyes,
fightingthehorriblemushyfeelinginhischest.Ugh,beinginlovewasawful.
Zachsmiledandkissedhimonthenose.“HappyNewYear,dollface.”
Sighinginwardly,TristanstoppedfightingthemushyfeelingandpulledZach’smouthbackto
his,whereitbelonged.
HappyNewYear.
Forthefirsttimeinhislife,heknewitwouldbe.
Atleastforthetwoofthem.
***
RyanstoodontheterraceforalongtimeafterTristanleft.
No,kissingTristandidn’thelp.Thekisshadlefthimcold.KissingJamie,forallitswrongness,
hadneverlefthimcold.Jamiewaswarm,alwayswarm,hismouthsweetandeagerandJamie’s,even
ifkissingitfeltweirdashell.
It’swrongandweirdonlyforaslongasyouletitbe.
Ifonlyitweresoeasy.
Sighing,Ryanranahandoverhiseyes.Itdidn’tmatternow.Heshouldgobackinside.Tothe
womanhewasinlovewith.ToHannah.Jamiewasgone—forgood.
Itstilldidn’tseemreal.
Ryanstaredatthefireworksastheyflewupandexploded,creatingabeautifulandcolorful
display.Jamielovedfireworks.Healwaysgotexcitedaboutthemlikeachild.
AhollowachetwistedhisgutasherealizedthatitwasthefirstNewYear ’sinyearsthathe
wasn’tspendingwithJamie.Firstofmany.
Ryanlitanothercigaretteandinhaleddeeply.
Behindhim,thedooropenedandclosed.
“You’llcatchacold,”Hannahsaid.
Hisstomachchurnedasasenseofdéjàvuhithimhard.Haditreallybeenonlythreeweeksago?
ThreeweeksagorightonthisterracehehadchosenJamieoverHannah.He’dbeenangry,he’dbeen
heartbroken,buthe’dalsobeendeterminedtokeepJamiebyanymeansnecessary.
Butithadn’tbeenenough.Instead,ithadfuckedthemupirrevocably.
HeshouldhaveletJamiegothen.IfhehadchosenHannah,noneofthatwouldhavehappened.
HewouldstillhavehadHannah’sloveandhisownloveforherwouldn’thavebeentaintedbyhis
conflictedfeelingsforJamie.
Ryangrimaced,angrywithhimself.Jamie,Jamie,Jamie.Couldhespendtwobloodyminutes
withoutthinkingaboutJamie?Hehadnevernoticedhowmuchtimehespentthinkingabouthimuntil
heconsciouslytriedtostop.Theproblemwas,whenheactuallymanagedtostoptheintrusive
thoughts,hefoundhimselfshort-tempered,distracted,andfeelinggenerallyshitty.Itwasprobably
unhealthyashell,butthatwashowitwas.
“Ryan?”
“Sorry,”hesaid,reachinghishandoutandtakingHannah’shand.Hesqueezedit.“I’msorry.
I’mprobablynotgoodcompanynow.”
Herblueeyeswerethoughtfulasshelookedathim.Therewaswarinessinthem—something
thathadn’tbeentherebefore.Shewasdifferent.Butthenagain,sowashe.Forthefirsttime,it
occurredtoRyanthattheybothmighthavechangedtoomuchtofittogether.
“There’ssomethingdifferentaboutyou,”shesaid,asifreadinghisthoughts.“Youseem…
SometimesIlookatyouandit’slikeIdon’tevenknowyou.”
Youandmeboth.
Thetruthwas,hedidn’tknowwhatkindofpersonRyanHardawaywaswithoutJamesGrayson
inhislife.
Itwastimetofindout.
Behindhim,thefireworkswentoffinthebackyardandpeoplecheered.
“HappyNewYear,Ryan,”Hannahsaidwithasoftsmile.Herblondhairshonebrightly.
ANewYear.Anewbeginning.
Ryanforcedoutasmile,tryingtoignorethenaggingsenseofwrongness.
IfImeananythingtoyou,letmebe.Behappy.
Hehadtotry.
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Hannahwantedtotakethingsslowlyandnottorushintoarelationshipagain.Shewantedto
restorethetrustbetweenthem.
Ryanunderstood.
Anddeepdown,hecouldn’tdenyhefeltalittlerelieved.
***
Theydidn’thavesex.Theydidn’tkiss.Theywentonfriendlydates.
Moreoftenthannot,theywatchedmovies.Theysatnexttoeachother,theireyesgluedtotheTV
screen,theirbodiesinchesapart.Itshouldhavefeltfamiliar,butitdidn’t.Amonthago,hewouldhave
takenherhand.Amonthago,shewouldhaveputherheadonhisshoulder.Nowtherewassomething
awkwardintheair,somethinghardandbroken.
Oneevening,hetried,anyway.Hetookherhand.Herfingerswereslimanddainty.
Fourminuteslater,heletgoandcurledhishandbyhisthigh.
Heclearedhisthroatandsaid,“Youwantadrink?”
“No,”Hannahsaid,hertoneveryneutral.“Andyoushouldn’teither.”
Hisjawtightened.
Hesaidnothing.
Theybarelylookedateachotherfortherestoftheevening.
Aftershefinallyleft,hegrabbedabeeroutofthefridge,threwhimselfonthecouchand
broughtthebottletohislips.
***
Threeweeksintothenewyear,Hannahkissedhim.
Herlipsweresoftandfamiliar.Layingahandonhernape,Ryankissedback.Whenhedelved
histonguedeeperintohermouth,shedidn’tshiver.Shedidn’tleanintothetouchlikeshewasstarved
forit.Shedidn’tmakeasoundatthemeregrazeofhisthumbagainstherear.
Whenhepulledback,herblueeyesweren’tglazedoverwithshamelessdesire.Shewasjusta
littlebreathless.
Ryanstaredatherandwonderedwhatthefuckwaswrongwithhim.
Hannahsighed.“Yeah,Ithoughtso.”Shelookedresignedandalittlesad.“Ithinkit’spretty
clearthere’snopointforustogetbacktogether.”
Ryanleanedbackagainstthecouchandrubbedhisbrow.Hehadonehellofaheadache.Maybe
heshouldn’thavedrunksomuchatGary’sparty.Itusuallytookalottogethimhungover.
“Youaren’tevensurprised,”Hannahsaid.“Youcouldhaveatleastpretendedtobesurprised.”
“I’vebeenadickforweeks,Hannah,”hesaid.“IfIwereyou,Iwouldn’twantme,either.”
“You’renotadick,”Hannahsaid.“Butyouaren’tthemanIfellinlovewith.Notanymore.”She
shookherhead.“Youbrokemyheartoncealreadyandyoudidn’tgivemeanyexplanation.YetIgave
youasecondchance,butit’sbeenalmostamonthandIseenoenthusiasminyou.It’slikeyouexpect
ustoworkwithoutanyeffortfromyou.LikeI’mnotworththeeffort.LikeI’measy.”
“Idon’tthinkyou’reeasy.”
Hervoicesoftened.“I’mnotblind,youknow.Yourheartisn’tinit.Wewomencanfeelthese
things.Sometimesyou’resocoldandunfeelingit’shardtobelieveyou’rethesameeasy-going,
attentivemanIfellinlovewith.Idon’trememberthelasttimeyousmiled.Yousmoketoomuch.You
drinktoomuch.It’snothealthy,Ryan.”Shefrowned,herpalebrowsdrawingtogether.“Ifeel—Ifeel
darknessinyou,somethingthatwasn’ttherebefore.It’slikesomethinghassuckedthelightoutof
you.Youreyesarehardernow.Itfreaksmeoutsometimes.”
Sighing,Ryanranahandoverhisface,hisshouldersslouchingforward.Hethoughtbacktothe
pastmonth.Yeah,hecouldseewhereshewascomingfrom.Whenhewasn’tapathetic,hehadlittle
controloverhistemperthesedays.Hewasirritableonagooddayandworsethanthatonbaddays,
andlatelybaddaysfaroutnumberedthegoodones.Hell,onlyyesterdayheandNickhadcometo
blowsaftersomeharmlessremarkNickmade.
“What’swrongwithyou?”Hannahaskedquietly,touchinghisshoulder.Shesmelledofflowers.
“Tellmewhat’swrong.”
Ryanalmostsmiled.Everyonearoundhimseemedtothinktherewassomethingwrongwith
him:hisbrothers,hiscolleagues,hisfriends,andnowHannah.Thetruthwas,hewasn’tatallsure
therewasanythingwrongwithhim.Hewasstartingtosuspectthiswastherealhim.Maybehewas
bornanassholeandJamiehadjustmadehimsofter.Ryancringedalittleasthemerethoughtof
Jamiebroughtonthebarrageofconflictingthoughtsandfeelingshepreferrednottoexaminetoo
closely.
“IsitaboutJames?”Hannahsaid,hervoicecareful.“Ihaven’tseenhimaroundatall.Haveyou
hadafallingoutwithhim?”
“Let’snottalkabouthim.”Hetookherhandinhis,tryingtosoftenhisvoice.“Weweretalking
aboutus.”
Shesmiledathim,hereyesflashingwithsadness.“There’snous,Ryan.Haven’tyounoticed
thatalready?Theysaytruelovecansurviveanythinglifethrowsatit.Maybeourswasn’tthatstrong.”
Helookedatherandfelt…nowhereasupsetashehadexpectedtobe.Whenhe’dbrokenitoff
withheramonthandahalfago,he’dhadtogetwastedtodullthepain.Nowtherewasjusta
bittersweetfeelingaboutwhatcouldhavebeen—andnothingmore.
“I’msorry,”hesaid,layingahandonhercheekandleaningintobrushhislipsagainsthers
chastely.
“Iknow,”shesaid.“Andyouknowwhat?Althoughitdidn’tworkout,I’mgladyouaskedfora
secondchance.ItfinallygavemetheclosureIneeded.I’mnolongerasupsetasIwaswhenyou
brokeitoff.Icanmoveonnow.”Shekissedhimonthecheek.“Friends?”
Lookingatherlovelyface,Ryanknewshewasright:thepastfewweekshadgivenhimthe
closureheneeded,too.Atleastwhereshewasconcerned.
“Friends,”hesaid,huggingher.Shesmelledfamiliar,butherscentdidn’tmakehimlight-
headedwithcontentment.Hedidn’twanttonuzzleintoherandbreatheherinuntilhefeltlikehe
wantedtoswallowher.Shedidn’tsmelllikehome.
Shedidn’tsmelllikehis.
Butthenagain,shehadneverbeen.
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Whenhisphonewentoffintheveryearlymorningafewweekslater,Ryanblinkedblearilya
fewtimesbeforestaringatthecallerIDagain.No,hewasn’tseeingthings:hehadthedubious
pleasureofacallfromArthurGrayson.
Hisstomachflipped.Arthurwouldn’tbecallinghimatthishourunlesssomethinghad
happened:ArthurhadcalledhimatotaloftwotimesinalltheyearsofRyan’sfriendshipwithhisson.
Somethingwaswrong.Andsincetheyhadonlyonethingincommon,Ryandidn’tlikewhatthiscall
mightmean.
“Haveyoutalkedtomysonlately?”Arthursaidwhenheanswered.Well,hecertainlywasn’t
botheringwithsocialniceties.
Ryanstaredatthedarkwalloppositethebed.“Whichone?”hesaid,justtobeadick.Itwas
nothingArthurdidn’tdeserve.
“Hardaway—”
“Look,Idon’tevenknowwhereheis,”Ryanbitoff.Histemperhadn’timprovedsincehis
breakupwithHannah;infact,itwasworse.“Hedidn’tbothertotellme.Ihaven’tseenortalkedto
himinmorethanamonth.”
“Idon’tbelieveyou,”Arthursaid.
“Wearen’tevenfriendsanymore,”Ryansaid,notbotheringtohidehisbitterness.
Silence.Arthur ’ssurprisewaspalpable.
“Youcanbehappynow,”Ryansaid,hislipstwisting.“That’swhatyou’vealwayswanted.”
“Youwereabadinfluence,”Arthursaidtestily.
Ryanchuckled.“YoumeanIhadtoomuchofinfluence.Youhatedit.”
“AndIwasright.You’rethereasonhe’s—thatway.Hewouldhavebeennormalif—”
“I’mreallynotinthemoodforyourbigotry,”Ryansaidflatly.“You’dbetterhaveabloody
goodreasonforcallingmeorI’mhangingup.”
HecouldhearArthurtakeadeepbreath.
“I’mconcernedaboutJames,”headmittedatlast,hisreluctanceobvious.
“Why?”Ryansaid,squashingdowntheurgetoaskwhereJamiewas.IfheknewwhereJamie
was,hedidn’ttrusthimselftostayawayfromhim—andhehadto.ThefactthatheandHannahhadn’t
workedouthadchangednothing:Jamiehadmadeitclearthathewassickofthesituationandwanted
tobeleftalone.HewantedRyantolivehisownlifeandstopfuckingwithhismind.
Whetherhelikeditornot,hehadtorespectJamie’sdecision,nomatterhowpissedoffatJamie
hewasforendingtheirfriendshipinsuchaway.Andhewaspissedoff.Nevermindthatrationallyhe
knewthatJamiehaddonetherightthing—theycouldn’tgoonlikethat—butthewayJamiehad
handledthesituationwasshitty.First,Jamiehadclaimedthatthesexwouldchangenothinganddidn’t
havetomeananything;then,afterusinghimlikesomeglorifieddildotogethisrocksoff,Jamie
madeafullU-turnandkickedhimoutofhislifeoverthefuckingphone.
“He’snothimself,”Arthursaid.“Hehasleftthecountryagainstmywill,helefthisjob,his
responsibilities.Jameshasstoppedansweringmycallsentirely.Whitford’sboyismyonlysourceof
informationnow,andheisreluctanttotellmeanything.”
Ryancursedontheinside.Whitford’sboy.SoJamiewasinRussiawithLuke.Itwassomething
hereallyhadn’tneededtoknow.Becausetherewasapartofhimthatwasalreadythinkinghowsoon
hecouldarrangeatriptoRussia—andscrewwithJamie’sheadagain.
“MaybeJamiejustdoesn’tfeelliketalkingtoyou,”Ryansaid.“Youaren’texactlyhisfavorite
personintheworldafteryoumadeitclearyouconsideredhiminferiortoyourotherson.”
WhenArthurdidn’treplyimmediately,heknewhe’dhitanerve.
“Nevertheless,”Arthursaid.“Thisisveryunlikehim.Whitford’sboywasclearlyconcernedas
wellwhenIspokewithhimthismorning.Hesaidhecouldnotbetraymyson’strust,buthewishedhe
coulddosomethingforhim.”
Ryan’sgutclenched.IfLukewasconcernedenoughtocomesoclosetobetrayingJamie’strust,
somethingmustbeseriouslywrong.
“Fixhimandbringhimback,”Arthursaidsuddenly,histoneharsh.“I’veneverlikedyour
influenceovermyson.Butifanyonecanfixwhateveriswrongwithhim,it’syou.”
Ryanbittheinsideofhischeek.“YoursonandIaren’texactlyonspeakingterms,”hesaid,
everywordanefforttosay.“Sorry,butIcan’thelpyou.”
Hehungup.
Intheuttersilencethatfollowed,hetookadeepbreath,thenanother.Heforcedhishandto
unclench.Motherfucker.RefusingtolookoutforJamiewentagainsteverygoddamninstinctinhim.
Ryanstaredatthefirstglimpseofsunriseonthehorizon.Hehadforgottentoclosetheblinds
whenhereturnedlastnightafteraneveningoutwithsomeoldschoolmates.Therehadbeenalotof
drinking,dancingandflirtingwithwomeninvolved.Hehadalmostfeltlikehisoldself.He’deven
snoggedaveryprettybrunette—beforepolitelyturningherdownwhensheinvitedhimtoherplace.
He’dexpectedhertogetmadforleadingheron,butthegirljustsmiledsympathetically.“Arecent
breakup?”shehadasked.Ryanhadnoddedwitharuefulsmile.
HewasstillunsurewhetherhehadmeantHannahorJamie.Perhapsboth.Butwhilehestillfelta
pangofsadnesseverytimehethoughtofHannah,hetriednottothinkofJamiealtogether.Thinking
ofJamiejustmadehimangry,restless,agitated,anduncomfortable—forseveralreasons.Oneof
thosereasonswasprettydamnsick.
Feelingafamiliarstirringinhisgroin,Ryansighed.
Afewminuteslater,helostthebattlewithhimselfandreachedoutforhistabletonthe
nightstand.Itdidn’ttakehimlongtofindthephotograph.Hecameacrossitaweekagowhenhewas
uploadingphotographsfromhisoldcameratoacloudserviceforsafekeeping.Nowhewishedhe’d
nevercomeacrossit.
Thepicturehadbeentakenalmostfiveyearsago,justafterJamie’seighteenthbirthday.He
rememberedthatdayclearly.TheywereonthebeachinthesouthofFrance.Jamiehadclaimedthat
thewaterwascoldandrefusedtogetunderwaterwithhim;insteadhedecidedtotakeanap.Asabit
ofrevenge,RyanputaflowerinJamie’shair,tuggedJamie’strunksdownhisassandtookapicture.
Ithadbeenaharmlessprank,somethingteenagersdidtomesswiththeirmates.Jamieturnedten
shadesofpinkwhenRyanhadshowedhimthepictureafterward.Ithadbeenfunnyashellatthetime.
Itwasn’tveryfunnynow.Hecouldn’tlookawayfromthepalecurveofJamie’sspine.Fromthe
twodimplesjustabovetheswellofJamie’sass.FromthetinypinkholebetweenJamie’spale,lush
cheeks.
Hefeltlikeabloodyperverteverytimehelookedatthepicture.Thistimewasnoexception,but
hewasn’tlookingaway.Henevercould.Helickedhisdrylips,lookingatJamie’shole.Thereshould
havebeennothingarousingaboutit.Buthecouldn’thelpbutrememberhowtightitwasaroundhis
cock,howgooditfeltaroundhim,howsweetlyJamiemoanedashetookhimindeeperanddeeper—
Jamiefuckinglovedhavinghiscockinhim,hewasgaggingforit—
Dammit.
Swearingthroughhisgrittedteeth,Ryansatup,rakinghisfingersthroughhishairandtryingto
ignorethemassiveerectioninhisboxers.Itfeltlikehehadtwominds:theoldhimwhomissedhis
bestmatelikeafuckinglimbandwantedtohopontoaplanetoRussiatofixwhateverwaswrong
withJamieandprotecthimfromeveryone;andthehornyassholewhowantedtohopontoaplaneto
Russiaforanentirelydifferentreason.Theworstpartwas,hecouldn’treconcilethosetwowantsat
all.HestillcringedeverytimehecaughthimselfthinkingoffuckingJamie.Hecouldn’tsuddenly
stopthinkingofJamieasapseudo-brotheronlybecauseapartofhimwantedtoscrewhim,too.It
wasonehellofamindfuck.HeknewthatinthisstateofmindheshouldstayawayfromJamie—he
wouldonlyendupfuckingwithhisheadandhurtinghimagain.
NomatterwhatwasgoingonwithJamienow,Ryanwouldonlymakeitworse.
Chapter23
“Riseandshine,Jimmy!”
JamesgroanedandburroweddeeperunderthecomforteratthesoundofLuke’scheerfulvoice.
“No,no,no,”Lukesaid,tuggingthecomforteroffandexposinghisbareskintothecoldair.
Russiawasn’tascoldaspeoplesaid.Itwasworse.
“Giveitbackorshutthebloodywindow,”Jamesgrumbled,shiveringandhugginghimself.“It’s
February.InRussia.Notexactlythetimeoftheyeartokeepthewindowsopen.”
“Iwill—ifyougetyourbumoutofthebed.You’renotgoingtospendalldayinbedagain.”
Sighing,Jamessatupandglaredathisfriend.“It’snotlikeIhaveanythingbettertodowhile
you’reaway.”
Luke’ssoftbrowneyeswerecompletelyunsympatheticnow.“Atleastyouaren’ttheone
freezingyourballsoffinthisweatherandattendingmeaninglessmeetingswithpeoplewhobarely
speakEnglish.”Heshutthewindow.“HowdoIlook?DoIlookolderinthissuit?”
Jamesshrugged.Itwasdifficulttomusterupmuchenthusiasmforanythingthesedays.“Not
really.Whydoyoucare?”
“IwantthemanI’mmeetingtotakemeseriously,”Lukesaid,hisgoldenbrowsdrawing
together.Hegrabbedhislaptopfromthedeskandbroughtitover.“Look.”
Jameslookedatthedark-hairedmanonthescreenandfeltavaguesenseofuneasesettleinhis
gut.Apictureshouldn’thavegivenhimsuchacoldfeeling,butitdid.Itwasn’ttheman’sclothes;he
woreaclassydarksuitnotunliketheoneLukewaswearing.Itwasn’ttheman’sappearance:hewas
tall,fit,andquitegood-looking.Hecouldn’tbeolderthanthirty,maybethirty-fiveatmost.
No,itwastheeyesthatmadeJamesuneasy.Thewaythosepaleblueeyeslookedatthe
camera…therewassomethingunfeelingandcruelinthem.
“Whoisthat?”heasked.
“ThemanI’mmeeting.”
“Helooksvaguelyfamiliar.”
“He’sawell-knownbusinessman,”Lukesaid.“OwnsquiteafewcompaniesinEurope,buthe’s
thebigfishhere,ifyougetwhatImean.Iaskedaround.Peoplecallhimashark.”
James’seyeswidened.“Whyareyoumeetinghim?Yousaidyourdaddidn’tletyoudealwith
theimportantstuff.”
“That’sthething:hedoesn’t.”Lukepowereddownthelaptop,hisexpressiongrimbut
determined.“Daddoesn’tknow.I’mgoingtoprovetohimthatIcanhandlemenlikethat.”He
glancedathisreflectioninthemirrorandpulledaface.“IjustwishIdidn’tlooklikeaschoolboy.
Oh,well.”Hesighed.“Wishmeluck.I’llneedit.”
“Goodluck,”JamesmurmuredasLukeshruggedintohiscoatandstrodetowardthedoor.
Lukepausedbythedoorandlookedback.“I’mnotsurehowlongI’llbegonefor.Maybeafew
days.Don’tstayinbedwhileI’moutoftown—I’llknow.Andnomoredrinkinguntilyoulearnto
holdyourliquor.Promiseme.”
“Ipromise,”Jamessaidwithaforcedsmile.
Lukedidn’tlookparticularlyconvinced.“Itoldthehotelstafftofeedyoutwiceaday,butyou
mustgooutatleastonceaday,gotit?”Hisvoicesoftened,“It’snothealthy,Jim.I’mworried.Maybe
it’stimeforyoutogobackhome.Beingawayisclearlynothelping.”
“Ican’tgohome.NotwhenI’mlikethis.IpromisedhimthatIwouldn’tbotherhimanymore.”
Jamesbithislip.“Ican’tgohome.”
Lukeshookhishead.“WhenIlookatyou,Istarthavingsecondthoughtsaboutwantingepic
love.Maybeit’smoretroublethanit’sworth.”
AfaintsmilecurledJames’slips.“Epiclovesucksonlywhenit’sunrequited.”
“Yeah,”Lukesaid.“IhopeI’msmartenoughnottofallheadoverheelsinlovewithsomeone
who’llneverlovemeback.”
Jameslaughedatthat.Lukehadnoideawhathewastalkingabout.“Go.Whatisthelocalpolice
number?I’llneeditiftheRussianmafiakidnapsyou.”
Lukechuckled.“IftheRussianmafiakidnapsme,thelocalpoliceisthelastplaceyoushould
call.”Withthat,hewasgone.
ThedoorclickedasitlockedafterLuke,andhewasalonewithhisthoughtsonceagain.
Afterafewmomentsofstillness,Jamescrawledbackunderthecomforterandclosedhiseyes,
ignoringthepangofguiltforhisbrokenpromisetoLuke.
Forthemostpart,hedidn’tregretjoiningLukeinRussia.LukewasgoodcompanyandRussia
was…interesting:thepeople,theculturaldifferences,thesheersizeofthecountry,thehugegap
betweenthesocialclasses.Itwasallveryinterestingand…
Ithadbeenthelongest,shittiesttwomonthsofJames’slife.Sometimesitwashardtoremember
whyhehadtogetupatall,andthosemorningsweretheworst.Hewasself-awareenoughtoknow
thathehadanastycaseofdepression,buthedidn’tknowhowtopullhimselfoutofit.Howtogeta
grip.
Everythinginhislifejustseemedtohavefallenapart:hisfamily,hisrelationships,hisplacein
theworld.Onthefewoccasionstheyhadtalkedonthephone,hisdadhadyelledathim,beyond
furiousforhisleaving.AfterthefirstfewcallsJameshadturnedhisphoneoff.Hedidn’tneedhis
dad’srantstoknowthathewasbeingirresponsibleandreckless.Heknewheshouldn’thaveleftlike
that.Buthecouldn’tgoback.Notnow.Hecouldn’thandlehisdadatthemoment.Arthurmissed
nothingandhadnoqualmsaboutusingpeople’sweaknessesagainstthem;inhiscurrentstateofmind
JameswouldfindhimselfmarriedofftoMeganbeforeheknewit.Becausehisdadwasright:hewas
weak.HewasweakforRyan,alwayshadbeenandalwayswouldbe,buthewasmuchweakerwithout
Ryan.
Sighing,Jamesturnedontohisstomach,wrappinghisarmsaroundhispillow.Hewantedto
moveon—hewasn’tamasochist—butitwasimpossiblewheneveryfiberofhisbeingwantedRyan,a
deepachethatcouldn’tbesatisfiednomatterhowmanyinterestingplacesLukedraggedhimto.It
wasalmostlikeaphysicalneed,likehungerorsleep.
God,hefuckinghatedhowpurposelessandoff-balancehefeltwithoutoneperson’spresencein
hislife.Hisprideresentedit,buthispridecouldn’tchangehowhefelt.AtfirstLukehadtoldhimit
wasnormaltofeeldownafterabadbreakupandthatheneededtojustrideitoutandmoveon,but
afteralmosttwomonths,Jamieknewitwouldn’tbesoeasyforhim.Hedidn’tfeeldown.
Hefeltlikeafishoutofwater—tryingtobreatheandfailing.
Chapter24
Thevibrationofhisphonewokehimupintheveryearlymorningagain.Ryanreachedforit
blindly.
“Yeah,”hesaid,stillhalf-asleep.
“IcannotfindJames,”Arthursaid.
Ryan’seyessnappedopen.“What?”
“NeitherJamesnorWhitford’sboyisansweringhisphone,”Arthursaid.“NormallyIwould
thinklittleofit,but…”
“But?”Ryansaid.
“Whitfordcalledmelastnight,askingifIheardfromJames.Heconfidedtomethathissonhas
beenmissingforaweek—”
“What?”Ryansaid,sittingup.“YoumeanLukehasdisappeared?”
“Yes,”Arthursaid.“Whitford’sRussiansemployeeshaven’tseenLukeinaweek.Whitford
suspectstheboyhasbeenkidnappedbyoneofhis…businessrivals.”Arthur ’svoicewasextremely
dryashesaidit.
AllRyancouldhearwashisheartpoundinginhisears.“WhataboutJamie?”
“Nooneknows,”Arthursaidbriskly.“Whitford’semployeeshavesometimesseenhimwith
Whitford’sboy,butitappearsJameshasrarelyaccompaniedhisfriendtohisbusinessmeetings.No
oneknowswhereJamesresides.HeusedhiscreditcardinMoscowafewweeksago,butafterthat,
nothing.Forallweknow,hemightbecompletelysafe,but…”
“Buthemaynotbe.”
Arthur ’ssilencespokevolumes:hewasworriedhissonwascaughtupinwhatevershady
businessWhitfordwasinvolvedin.
“Yousaidyoucouldn’tfindJamie,”Ryansaid.
Arthurheavedasigh.“Russiais…averydifferentplace.PeopleIspokewithonthephonewere
eitherunhelpfulonpurposeordidn’tunderstandwhatIwantedfromthem,whichisnotunlikely,
consideringthatmostofthosepeopleseemtohaveonlyarudimentarygraspofEnglish.I’mafraid
theonlycourseofactionistotravelthere,butIhavebusinessmeetingsthatIcan’t—”
“I’llgo,”Ryansaidcurtly,cuttinghimoff.“Ifyoucanhaveavisaarrangedformefast—”
“You’llhaveitbythisafternoon,”Arthursaid.“Myplaneisreadytoleaveatamoment’snotice.
I’vealreadyspokenwithyouremployerandheagreedtogiveyouavacation.”
Ryanwouldhavelaughedifhisstomachwasn’ttiedinknots.
“Howthoughtfulofyou,”hesaid.“Butalittlepresumptuous,don’tyouthink?”
“Isit?”Arthursaid.“I’mnotblind,Hardaway.Youcouldneversaynotomysonwhenhe
neededyou.You’reaspatheticabouthimasheisaboutyou.You’retheperfectpersontosendto
Russia,becauseIknowyouwon’treturnwithouthim.”
RyanwonderedwhatArthurwouldsayifheknewtheextentofhisattachmenttohisson.
“Bringmysonback,Ryan,”Arthursaid,startlinghimbytheuseofhisfirstname.“Tellhimto
ceasebeingsuchadramaqueen.”Headdedtersely,“Tellhimhisfamilywantshimback.Hispoint
hasbeendrivenhome.”
Hehungup,leavingRyanwonderingifheunderstoodArthurcorrectly.
Chapter25
Timepassedinastrange,dream-likestate,daysbleedingtogetheruntilJameswasnolonger
surehowmanydayshadpassedsinceLukehadleft.Sometimesheatewhenthehotelstaffwouldn’t
quitknockingonthedoor.Sometimeshegotsickoflyinginbedfeelingsorryforhimselfor
watchingthefewEnglish-speakingchannelsontheTV,andhewentout.Hewanderedthestreets
aimlessly,listeningtounfamiliarspeechallaroundhim,untilhisnosewasrunningandhewasas
coldontheoutsideashewasontheinside.Hegotlostafewtimes,buttheGPShelpedhimfindhis
waybacktothehotel.Thetwowomeninthevestibulekeptcastinghimstrangelooksandwhispering
toeachotherinRussianwhenevertheysawhim.Jamesusuallyignoredthemandwentstraighttohis
room,wherehetookalong,hotshower—hemightbeamiserable,depressedfuck,butherefusedto
stink.Aftertheshower,hewenttobed.Sometimeshewanked,tryingtogetridoftherestless,
horriblewanteatinghimfromtheinside.Itdidn’twork,nomatterhowhardhefuckedhimselfonhis
dildo.Afterward,hejustfeltmorepatheticandhollow.Sohecrawledunderthecomforteranddidn’t
getoutofbeduntilthenextmorning—averylatemorning.
Thatmorningwasnodifferentfromtheothers.
Untilaknockonthedoorcutthroughhissleepythoughts.
Jamesdidn’tbothergettingup.Itwasprobablythestaff.Hewasn’thungry.
Buttheknockingdidn’tstop.
Whenitbecamelouder,Jamessighed,draggedhimselfoutofbedandpaddedtowardthedoor,
rubbingathiseyes.
Heopenedthedoorandfroze,hisbreathcatchinginhisthroat.
Ryanstoodontheotherside,tallandlargerthanlife,hishandsinthepocketsofhisdark,thick
jacket.Ryan’sjawwasset,hisfacedifficulttoreadashisgreeneyesroamedalloverJames.That
madehimrealizethathewaswearingonlyapairofgrayboxers.
“Youlookterrible.”Ryansteppedintotheroomandshutthedoor.
“Thanks,”Jamessaidwhenhefoundhisvoice.Itwasscratchy,asiffromlackofuse.Cometo
thinkofit,whenwasthelasttimehe’dspokentoanyone?Hecrossedhisarms,tuckinghishands
underhisarmpitstoresistthealmostoverwhelmingurgetojumpontoRyanandwraparoundhim
likeanoctopus.“Whatareyoudoinghere?”Hisvoicecameouthostile.
Ryan’seyesnarrowed.Hetookhisjacketoffandthrewitontothecouch.“Wewereworried.
Lukehasbeenmissingfortendays.”
Jamesblinked.“Tendays?”
Ryanstaredathim.“Youdidn’tknow?”
Frowning,Jamesshookhishead.HeknewLukehadbeengoneforawhile,butithadn’tseemed
thatlong.Shit.Whenhadhelosthisgriponreality?
“Yourfatherwasworriedaboutyou.Icannowseewhy.”
“Dadcalledyou?”hesaidnumbly.
“Yes,”Ryansaid,stalkingover.HetookJames’sshouldersinhishands,grippingthemhard.
“Whatthefuck,Jamie?”
Breathingshallowly,Jamesliftedhischin.Ryansmelledofwinterandcrisp,freshairandRyan.
Itmadehimdizzy,butatthesametimehismindfeltsharperthanithadfeltinforever.Theroom
seemedsharper,brighter.Hefeltmorelikehimself,asifhehadbeensleepingforalongtimeand
suddenlywokeuptothisstrangeworldthatdidn’tmakemuchsense.“What?”hesaiddefensively.
“What?”Ryanrepeated.“Haveyoulookedinthemirrorlately?You’velostatleasttenpounds.”
Hadhe?
Jamesshrugged.“I’mfine.IguessI’mjustnotafanofRussiancuisine.”
“Bullshit,”Ryansaid,grippinghischinandforcinghimtolookhimintheeye.Hisfingerswere
icycold.“Jamie,”hesaid,softerthistime,astrangeexpressiononhisface.“It’sme.Talktome.”
Jamesswallowed,feelingmorepatheticthanever.HehatedhowRyankeptcallinghimJamie.
Hedidn’tfeellikeJamie.Jamiewassomeonehappier,someonewhobelonged.JamiewasRyan’s.He
wasn’tRyan’s.Heneverhadbeen.
HeglaredatRyan.“GobacktoLondon.Itoldyou:youdon’tneedtoworryaboutmystupid
feelingsanymore.I’mnotyourconcern.”
AngerflickeredacrossRyan’sface.“Youknowwhat’sstupid?Thatyouthinkyouaren’tmy
concern.You’llstopbeingmyconcernwhenI’mdead.”
Theygloweredateachother,breathinghard.
“Youknowwhat’sreallystupid?”Jamesbitoff.“ThatyouthinkIwanttobeyourconcern.Geta
goddamnpuppyifyouwantsomethingtostrokeyourherocomplex.Orevenbetter—knockHannah
up!Thatwayyou’llhavesomethingtocarefor.Youdon’tneedmeforthat—”
Ryanslammedtheirmouthstogether.ItwassuchashocktoJamie’ssystemaftermonthsof
nothingthatapitifulsoundlefthisthroat.Hecouldonlystand,soakingitinasRyantook,andtook,
andtook,anunrestrained,brutalkissfullofburningneed.ItturnedJamie’skneesintoajelly.Ryanbit
athislippossessively,causingJamietomoan,leanforward,demandmore.Hisbloodwaspounding
asRyandevouredhismouthwithstarved,roughkisses,andyethecouldn’tfullybelievethiswas
reallyhappening,waitingfortheblowhewascertainwouldcome—forRyantostepback,sayitwas
amistake,thathedidn’twantJamiethatway.Butinstead,Ryantwistedhisfingersinhishairand
thrusthistonguehalfwaydownhisthroat,kissinghimbrutally,hisdesireunmistakableashepulled
Jamie’shipsagainsthishardcock.
“I’msorry,”Ryansaidhoarsely,nibblingalongJamie’sjawline,hishandsstrokingalong
Jamie’sbackandthenslippingintohisboxerstogriphischeeks.“I’msorry,”hesaid,pushingJamie
towardthebed.
Eventhroughhisdesire-hazedmind,JamieknewwhatRyanwasapologizingfor:thisstilldidn’t
meananything.Butatthemoment,withRyan’sscentandbodyalloverhim,hecouldn’tbringhimself
tocare.Hewantedhim,hewantedhim,hemissedhim—missedhimsomuchhewantedtocrawl
insidehimorputRyaninsidehimself,gluehimtohimself.
JamiemoanedwhenRyanpushedhimbackonthebedandcrawledontopofhim,coveringhis
faceandneckwithurgent,wet,open-mouthedkisses,suckinghickeysintohisskin.“Jamie,”Ryan
said,hisnamesoundinglikeaprayer.“Jamie,”hesaidagain,trailinghispartedlipsdownJamie’s
chest.“Jamie,”hemumbledintoJames’sbelly-button,hisvoicethickandbarelyrecognizable.
“Baby.”HebitandlickedatJamie’shipbone,makinghimjerkandthrashunderRyanwithsoft,
brokenmoans.Hedidn’tevennoticeRyantakehisboxersoff;herealizedthathewasnakedonly
whenRyanspreadhislegsandstoppedtostareatJamie’sgroin.
Panting,Jamiefoundhimselfblushing,nervousthatRyanwouldbeturnedoffwhenhesawhis
hardcockupcloseandpersonal.HishandsonJamie’sthighs,RyanlookedatJamie’scockwitha
strangeexpressionbeforeshiftinghisgazetoJamie’stonedthighs.Thegreeneyesglazedover.Ryan
leaneddownandbittheinsideofJames’sthigh.AkeeningsoundleftJamie’slips.God.Hewasso
hardithurt.
“Ryan,”hecroakedout,gyratinghiships.“Please.”
Ryan’seyesliftedtoJamie’sflushedface.“Pleasewhat?”
“Fuckme,”Jamiesaid,reachingoutblindlyforthelubehekeptinthedrawer.Bysomestroke
ofluck,hisunsteadyfingersfoundit.HedroppeditbyRyan’shand.“Fuckme,”hesaidagain,
lookingRyanintheeye.
AmusclepulsedatRyan’scheek.“Itwouldjustfuckyouup.”
Jamesalmostlaughed.Don’tyouseehowmuchyou’vefuckedmeupalready?You’retheonly
thingIwant.Ifeellikealimbtornfromyou.Yours,yours,yours.
“Don’tcare,”hesaid,stillsquirmingandgyratinghishipsinimpatience.“Missedyousomuch.
Wannahaveyouinme.”HewouldhaveneversaidsomethingsocornytoanyonebutRyan:with
Ryan,sayingshamelessstufflikethatfeltasnaturalasbreathing.“Wannafeelyou.”
Ryan’seyesdarkened.Lungingforward,hegaveJamieafewbitingkissesbeforestraightening
upandgrabbingthelube.Jamesspreadhislegswider,wettinghislipsinanticipation.HeknewRyan
wasnostrangertoanalsexwithwomen,sohedidn’tworryaboutit.
Andhewasright.Withinminutes,hewaswrithingonRyan’sfingers,pushingbackontothem
withwantonmoans.More.Hewantedmore.HewantedRyan.Ryan’scock,pulsinginhim,stretching
himwide.
“Acondom,”Ryansaid,pullinghisfingersout.
Jamiestaredathimuncomprehendingly,hismindfuzzyandhisholesodamnempty.
“Acondom,Jamie,”Ryangratedout,squeezingthebaseofhisowncock,whichwashard,red,
andglistening.
Jamietorehishungrygazeawayfromitandgesturedtowardthebathroom.“There’ssomein
thebathroom,”hemanaged.“Ithink.”
Ryangotoutofthebedanddisappearedintothebathroom,removinghisremainingclothes
alongthewaywithabrupt,jerkymoves.
ThewaitseemedlikethelongestinJamie’slife.
WhenRyanreturned,Jamiebreathedout,butheforgottobreatheagain,becauseRyanwas
naked.Hewasstunninglygorgeous,butitwasn’tthat.He’dseenRyannakeddozensoftimes.He’d
evenseenhimnakedandaroused.ButneverbeforewasRyannakedandarousedforhim.
Ryanstretchedoutontopofhim.Jamiestartedshiveringwhentheirnakedbodiestouched
everywhere.God.Hewantedsobadlyhecouldbarelythink.
“Lookatme,”Ryansaidharshly,proppinghimselfuponhiselbow.“Lookatme,James.”
Withsomeeffort,JamiefocusedhisgazeonRyan’seyes.
“Listen,”Ryansaid,strokingJamie’sthighwithhisstrongfingersbeforepushingJamie’sknee
upandmovingbetweenhisthighs.TheintensityofRyan’sgazewasexhilaratingandabitscary.“I
wanttofuckyou—Iwannafuckyoubadly—butIcan’tgiveyouanypromises.Ihaven’tfiguredout
yetwhatIwantfromyou.Soyou’dbetterstopme.Now.”Ryanleaneddownandsuckedonhisbottom
lip.“Stopme,damnyou.Foryourowngood.”
Jamiesquirmedunderhim,revelingatthefeelofRyan’shot,muscularbodyontopofhim.He
spreadhislegswider.
“Jamie,”Ryangroaned,swearingunderhisbreath.“Stopbeingsuchaslut.Payattention.”
“I’mpayingattention,”Jamesmurmured,grabbingRyan’serectionwithhisrighthandand
guidingitbetweenhislegs.TheybothhissedasitnudgedagainstJames’sslickhole.
“Jamie,”Ryanhissedthroughhisgrittedteeth.“Stopthinkingwithyourprick,damnyou.”
“Can’t,”Jamiewhispered,lookingupatRyanwithunfocusedeyes.“Iwantyou,”hesaid,his
unsteadyvoicebrimmingwithhonesty.“Somuch.”
Ryangrowledandpushedin,hisshoulderstensingandhisbicepsbulgingwiththeeffortnotto
movetoofast.OhGod.Jamie’seyelidsslidclose,hisbackarching.Atlast,Ryanbottomedoutand
stopped,hiscockthickandpulsinginsideofhim.
Whywasn’themoving?
Withagreatdealofeffort,JamieopenedhiseyesandfocusedthemonRyan.“I’mnotoneof
yourdaintygirls.Youcanscrewmeintothemattress.Icantakeit.”Helickedhisdrylips.“Iwantit.”
Ryangroaned,droppinghisheadnexttoJamie’s.HemouthedJamie’scheek.“You’resucha
whoreinbed.Figures.It’salwaysthequietones.”
JamieturnedhisheadandcaughtRyan’slipbetweenhisteeth.Hesucked.“Onlyforyou.”
Ryan’snostrilsflared.Hepulledoutslowlyandslammedbackin,droppinghisweightforward.
Whining,JamiewrappedhisarmsaroundRyan’sbody,digginghisfingersintoRyan’sback,
hard.“OhGod,faster.”
Grunting,Ryansetafastrhythm,slammingintohim,twistinghishipswitheachthrust,rubbing
hisbodyagainstJamie’scockeachandeverytime.EachstrokesentJamiefurtherinecstasy,each
thrusthadhimwhimperingandmoaningasRyan’shipssnappedforwardatabrutalpace,theintensity
ofitthrillinghissensesinawayhehadneverthoughtpossible.Ryan’scockinhimfeltbeyondgood,
thickandperfect,buttheknowledgethatRyanwantedhimfeltevenbetter.Ryanwantedhimenoughto
bendhiminhalfandfuckhiminsuchaprimitiveway,hisstrongfingersgrippingJamie’shipsina
punishinggripashiscockmovedinandoutofJamie’shole.
Itwasdirty,fast,andprimitive,sounlikeRyan’snormalcaring,overprotectiveattitudetoward
him,andthecontrastmadeJamieshudderandmoan.MaybeRyancouldn’tgivehimpromises,buthe
definitelywasn’tthinkingofhimashislittlebrotherrightnow.
GutturalgroansroseupRyan’sthroat,hishipssnappingforwardfasterandfaster.Hiscock
thrustagainsthisprostateandJamiecriedout.Ryanrepeatedit,overandover,untilJameswas
sobbingandclingingtohim,inhumansoundsleavingtheirlipsastheyskatedcloserandclosertothe
edge.
“Jamie,”Ryangrunted,voiceroughandunrecognizable.“I’mgonna—”Heslammedhiscock
againsthisprostateandJamie’sorgasmovertookhim,slammingintohim,downinhistoesand
rockingthroughhiscoreandcoilingaroundhisspine.Hecriedout,longandpitchyashecame.
Groaning,Ryanshudderedviolentlyandcame,too,droppinghisweightontopofhim.
“Bloodyhell,”Ryansaidagainsthisear,nuzzlingintohissweatyhair.
“Yeah,”Jamiesaidsoftly,hisbodytinglingalloverwithbliss.He’dalwaysknownitwouldbe
perfectwithRyan.“Sogood,”hemumbled.“Loveyou.”
HeregretteditimmediatelywhenRyanwentrigid.
“Let’spretendIdidn’tsayit,”Jamessaid,keepinghistonelight.
Ryanliftedhimselfuponhiselbows,hisgreeneyespeeringathim.“You’resuchanidiot.”
Jamiefrowned.“What?”
Ryanjustshookhisheadand,toJamie’sdisappointment,pulledoutandrolledoffhim.Hetied
thecondomandthrewitinthetrashbeforestretchingoutonhisbacknexttohim.HelookedatJamie
andopenedhisarms.
Smilinginrelief,Jamiecrawledintohisarmsimmediately,settlinghalfontopofRyan.They’d
donethishundredsoftimesinthepast,butitfeltdifferentwhentheywerenaked.Better.Muchbetter.
God,hemissedhimsomuch.
Sighinginpleasure,JamieranhisfingersdownRyan’schestwithasmile.“Cuddletime?”
“Uhhuh,”Ryansaid,tighteninghisarmaroundhim.“I’veindulgedthekinkybastardwho
wantedtodirtyyouupandfuckyouintothemattress.Nowit’stimetoindulgethesoftiewhowantsto
cuddleyouintooblivion.”
“Youspeaklikeit’stwodifferentpeople,”Jamiesaidwithachuckle.
“Sometimesitfeelsliketheyare,”Ryansaid,nuzzlingintohishair.“Thesoftiemissedyou,
Jamiebear.”
Jamiesmiled.“Imissedhim,too.Verymuch.”
“Uhhuh,”Ryanmuttered,hiseyesclosedalready.
“Weshouldprobablytalk,”Jamessaid.
Agreeneyeopened.“We’lltalk,”Ryanmurmured.“Afterwetakeanapforafewhours.I’ve
beenlookingforyoualloverMoscowforthreedays.”Hislipstwitched.“Andfuckingyoutakesalot
ofenergy.I’mknackeredandit’syourfault,Grayson.”
Jamessmiledandclosedhiseyes.Hedidn’tfeeltired,buthedidn’tmindputtingoffthe
conversationforafewhours.Itwasunlikelytobepleasant.HetightenedhisarmaroundRyan’swaist
andheldon—whilehestillcould.
Chapter26
Ryanopenedhiseyesslowlyandstaredattheplatinumblondheadonhisshoulder.Jamie’s
warmbodywasplasteredallalonghis,hislegslungoverRyan’sthigh.Hewasstillasleep.Longpale
eyelashesflutteredbutdidn’topen.Jamiesmiledinhissleepalittle,hisarmtighteningaroundRyan’s
middle.
Theywerenaked.Ofcoursetheywerenaked:they’dhadsex.Andthistimehecouldn’tclaim
beingtipsyorconfused.Thistimehehadn’tbeenapassiveparticipant.Farfromit.
Ryanclenchedhisjaw.Hehadpromisedhimselfthathewasn’ttravelingtoRussiatoscrewwith
Jamie’sheadagain.Thereshouldn’thavebeenanyscrewinginvolved,fullstop.
Yetherehewas,naked,withhisequallynakedbestfriendalloverhimafterbuggeringsaidbest
friend.Hisbestfriendwhowasinlovewithhim.Hisbestfriendwhosehearthecouldn’tbreak.This
couldn’thappenagain—aslongashewasn’tsurewhatthehellhewanted.
Jamiemadeasoftcooingnoise,sighedandshiftedinhissleep.
Hischesttightwithaffection,Ryancouldn’tstophimselffromleaninginandnuzzlingJamie’s
hair.Christ,hemissedhim:thewayhefelt,thewayhesmelled,allwarm,andperfect,andJamie.He
kissedJamie’sforehead,wonderinghowhecouldfeelsuchnakedadorationnow,whenafewhours
agohefuckedJamierougherthanhe’dfuckedanyoneinhislife.Theseconflictingwantsand
thoughtshadbeendrivinghimcrazyforweeks.Formonths.Hecouldneithermergethemnorgetrid
ofeitherofthem.
HewonderedwhatwouldhavehappenedifLukehadn’tgonemissing.Hewouldliketosayhe
wouldhavestayedawayfromJamie,butdeepdown,heknewbetter.Withthewaythingshadbeen
going,hewouldhavelastedafewmoreweeksbeforehuntingJamiedownandre-gluingthemback
together,commonsensebedamned.
“Ifyoufrownanyharder,youreyebrowswillgrowtogetherinthemiddle.”
RyanlookedatJamieandfoundhiseyesclosed.“Youawake?”
Jamieyawnedandburroweddeeperintohisside.“No.”
Chuckling,RyanranhisfingersthroughJamie’shair.“Jamie.”
“No.”Jamie’sbarefootsliddownRyan’sleg.
Ryantensed,hismushyemotionsfadingintothebackgroundastheotherfeelingtookover.The
shiftwassofastitlefthimalittledisoriented.Now,insteadofgettingwarmandfuzzyfeelingsfrom
cuddlinghisbestfriend,hefelthotallover,acutelyawareofallthatsmooth,paleskin.Hefoundhis
handmovingupJamie’sleg,strokinghisthighlightlybeforesettlingontheperfectlyrounded
buttock.Unlikehim,Jamiewassmootheverywhere,hisskinsilky-soft.
“Someone’shandsy,”Jamiemurmured,watchinghimfromunderhiseyelashes.
“Doyoushavedownhere,orsomething?”Ryansaid,squeezingJamie’sbuttockandtryingto
distracthimselffromtheurgetothrowtheselong,tonedlegsoverhisshouldersandgetbackinside
Jamie.
Jamiechuckled,runninghisfingersthroughthesparseblackhaironRyan’sstomach.“Nope.
Don’thaveany.”Jamie’shandslidlowerandwrappedaroundRyan’serectionwithcasualfamiliarity.
ButtherewasnothingcasualaboutthewayJamielookedatit.Jamiewethislipswithhistongue.“I
thinkImissedsuckingyourdickmorethanImissedyou.”
“IthinkI’moffended,”Ryansaid,tryingtokeephisvoicelight.Heclearedhisthroat.“Mate,we
needtotalk.”Mate.Thewordfeltstrangeonhistongue.Wrong.Asifitnolongerfit.Itdidn’t,Ryan
realizedashealmostphysicallyfeltsomethingclickinsidehim.“Jamie?”hesaid,hisheartspeeding
up.
Jamieblinkedandlookedup.
Ryan’sbreathcaughtinhisthroat.God,hewas…Jamie’seyesseemedalmostgreeninthelate
morninglight,shiningabovecheeksflushedfromsleep,hispinkbowlipsparted,andRyanfelt…
Fuck,hefeltlikeconsuminghim.Hewantedtohavehim,neededtoputhimselfonhim,inhim,crawl
hiswayinside,brandhim,lovehim,usehim,takecareofhim,ownhim,cramallofhimintoJamie
—
JamiemadeastartledsoundwhenRyanrolledontopofhim.“Jamie,”hesaidhoarsely,burying
hisfaceinJamie’sneckandmouthingitwithgreedysuckingsounds.“Jamie.God,Iwantyou.”His
handswerealreadypartingJamie’sthighsandstrokingthemimpatiently.Hewanted—needed—toput
himselfinsidehim,theurgencyofthatneedthreateningtoswallowhimup.
“Okay,”Jamiesaid,soundingsurprisedandbreathless,buryinghisfingersinRyan’shair.
“Okay.Whateveryouwant.”
Thewordsjoltedthroughhim.
HecouldbarelyrememberpreppingJamieandputtingonacondom.
Whenheatlast—atlast—pushedin,Ryangrowled,shuddering.Fuck.Therewassomething
aboutbeinginsideJamiethatwassatisfyingbeyondhavinghiscockinatighthole.Closinghiseyes,
Ryanreveledatthefeelingforamoment,buthewantedtomove.Heneededto.
Kissing,theymovedtogether,tryingtosetaslow,steadyrhythm,buthisbodydemandedmore.
Thepleasurebuiltrapidlyastherhythmbecamefastandhard,theloudsoundoftheirskinslapping
togetheraddingtotheirmoansandthesqueakingofthebed.Itwasfastandfilthy,Ryan’sbodyhungry
foritasithadneverbeenforanythingoranyone,asifitwantedtomergethemtogether.Hewanted
to.
Soon,Jamie’smoansgrewinvolume,becomingwhimpersofneed,wantonandarousingas
hell.
Proppinghimselfuponhiselbows,RyanstaredatJamie,watchinghimcomeundone—hispale
cheeksflushed,hislovelyeyesunfocused,hispinklipspartedasJamiepantedraggedly—andRyan
wantedtoswallowhimwhole.
Growling,heslammedtheirmouthstogether,kissingJamiemessilyashefuckedhimhard.I
loveyou,Iloveyou,Iloveyoupumpedinhisbloodashethrustandthrust,wantingtodrivehimself
deeperanddeeper.Jamie’smoanstookonapainedquality,hisarmspullinghimtighterasthey
movedtogether,losingtherhythmcompletely.
“Ryan—”Jamiecroakedoutagainsthismouth,archingandshaking.
“Comeon,Jamie.”Ryanslammedhardintohim.“Comeon,love—”
Jamiecriedoutandcame,hiswallsclenchingaroundRyan’scockinthesweetestway.
Groaning,Ryanletgoandcame,too,pantingintoJamie’sshoulderashisarmsgaveout,wavesafter
wavesofpleasurerollingthroughhim.
Holyshit.
Christ.WoulditalwaysbethatintensewithJamie?
Thethoughtmadehimgoverystill.
Always?
“Ryan?”Jamiesaid.“Somethingwrong?”
Ryandidn’tanswer,tryingtomakesenseofhischaoticthoughtsandemotions.
“Ryan?”Jamiesaiduncertainly,anoteoffearcreepingintohisvoice.Ryanwantedtowraphim
inhisarmsandkisshisfearsaway.
Shit.
“Ryan?”
HeliftedhisheadandlookeddownatJamie.
Jamiewasfrowning,hisblue-greeneyesstillsoftwiththeafterglowbutalittlewary.The
swollenrednessofJamie’slipsdrewhisgaze.
Yeah.
Bloodyhell.
Helaughed,asthewavesofreliefandelationcoursedthroughhim.“Finally.”
“What?”Jamie’sapprehensionseemedtogrow.“Idon’tunderstand.”
Ryanhesitated,unsurehowtoexplainsomethingthatbarelymadesenseeventohim.Herolled
offJamieandpulledthecondomoff.Afterthrowingitintothetrash,hestretchedoutnexttoJamie
andlookedathim.“Thepastfewmonthshavebeenconfusingashellforme,”hemurmured,layinga
handonJamie’sbelly.Hecouldn’tstoptouchinghim.“Icouldn’tstopthinkingofyouassomeoneto
protect,mypseudolittlebrotherI’velovedalmostmyentirelife.Atthesametime,Igotoffon
fuckingyourmouth,eventhoughIthoughtitwaswrongtowantyouthatway.Itfreakedmeout.I
couldn’tmakesenseofit.Itmessedwithmyhead,andIendedupmessingwithyourhead,too.”
“Andnow?”
“NowIlookatyouandIdon’tseeabrother.”Ryanmethiseyes.“Idon’tfeellikeapervert.It
wasallinmyhead.Iguessit’struewhattheysay:thatyoucangetusedtoanythingifgivenenough
time.”AsmiletuggedatRyan’slips.“IguessIgotusedtoitalittletoomuch.Evencallingyoumate
feelsstrangenow.”
“Youmean…”AnunmistakablesparkofhopelitinJamie’seyes.
“Yeah,”Ryansaid,brushinghisthumboverJamie’sbellybutton.“Wantingyoudoesn’tfeel
wrongandweirdanymore.Don’tgetmewrong:you’llalwaysbemybestfriend,butyou’renotjust
that.It’snotenoughforme.Iwantmore.”Hesmiledcrookedly.“NowIfeellikebangingyoulikea
screendoorinahurricaneandthencarryingyouoverthethreshold.Theyaren’tseparatethings
anymore.Theydon’tcontradicteachother.IwantandIwanttotakecareofyou.”
Jamiedidn’tsmileback.Helookedconfused,frowning.“But…butwhataboutHannah?I
thoughtyouwantedtogetbacktogetherwithher.Itoldyoutogobacktoher.”
Sighing,RyancircledhisthumbaroundJamie’sbellybutton.“Wetried,butwedidn’tfit
anymore.”Hehesitatedbeforeadmitting,“Iwasamesswithoutyou.”
“Yeah?”Jamiesoundedverypleased,theprick.
“Yeah,”Ryansaidwitharuefulsmile.“Imighthavebeenadicktoeveryone.Hannahwasn’t
impressed.Intheendweagreedwe’dbebetteroffasfriends.”
Jamiestudiedhim.“Anyregrets?”
Ryandidn’thurrywithhisanswer.HeknewthiswasimportanttoJamieafterhe’dbeenonthe
receivingendofhisangerandbitternessoverhisfailedrelationshipwithHannah.Jamiedeservedan
honest,thought-outanswer.
“Iwasinlovewithher,”hesaidatlast.“Ithoughtshecouldbeitforme.”Jamie’sgazedropped.
RyantappedhimonthebellyandJamielookedupagain.“ButIwaswrong.NowIknowit.WhenI
lostyou,shecouldn’tmakemehappy.Nothingcould.”Hislipstwisted.“Idon’tlikethepersonI
becomewithoutyou.I’mnotsureIevenknowthatperson.”Feelingnakedinawaythathadnothing
todowithexposedskin,Ryanclearedhisthroat.“Ididn’trealizehowmuchIneededyou,howbadit
wouldbe.Didn’trealizehowbadIwasatfunctioningwithoutyouuntil—untilyoubrokeupwithme
overthefuckingphone.”Heglowered,stillnotquiteoverit.
ApuzzledexpressionappearedonJamie’sface.“Ididn’tbreakupwithyou.Wewerenever
together.”
“No,weweren’t,”Ryansaidwithalaugh.“Butitsurefeltlikeabreakup.Amuchmorepainful
onethanmybreakupwithHannah.”
Jamie’sfacewasblank.“It’snotthesame,though.”
“No,itisn’t.Ididn’tlovehermyentirelife.”
Jamie’sthroatworked.“Don’t,Ryan,”hesaid,avertinghiseyes.“Youdon’thaveto.It’senough
formethatyougenuinelywanttobemorethanfriends.”
Ryanstaredathim.Thenherolledover,pinningJamieunderhim.“Isthatwhatyouthinkitis?”
hesaid,boringhiseyesintoJamie’s.“ThatIwanttobe…friendswithbenefits?”
Jamieshrugged.“Don’tyou?”
Ryanalmostlaughed.“It’dneverbeenoughforme.Notwithyou.”HeeyedJamie’slovelyface,
hisfeaturesdearandfamiliarinwaysthatmadehisthroatcloseup.“Iloveyou,silly.That’snever
beenaquestionforme.You’remyeverything.Iwanteverythingfromyou.Iwanttogiveyou
everything;Ialwayshave.Ijustcouldn’tbefore.”Ryanfrownedandcorrectedhimself.“IthoughtI
couldn’t.”HeleaneddownandkissedthecornerofJamie’smouth,breathinghimin.“Iwaswrong.It
justtookmeawhiletostopfeelingitwassicktowantyouthatway,too.”Hebrushedtheirlips
together.“Iwantyou.”HebitJamie’sswollenbottomlip.“Iwantyousomuch.God,Iwouldkeepmy
dickinyouallthetimeifIcould.”
Jamielaughedagainsthislips.“That’sabitofanoverkill.”Hegrinnedcheekily.“WhatifIwant
toputmydickinyou?”
Chuckling,Ryanpulledbackalittletolookdownathim.“Don’tpushyourluck,Grayson.”
Jamie’sgrinwidened.“Hmm,Ipreferbottominganyway,butweshallsee.Iknowhowbadyou
areatsayingnotome.”
Ryansnorted.“Yeah,apparentlyevenyourfatherknowsit.SpeakingofArthur,hetoldmetotell
youtostopbeingsuchadramaqueenandcomehome.”
Jamie’sgrinfaded.Hemadeaface.“He’lljustnagmeaboutdoingmydutytothefamilyand
marryingMegan.”
“Idon’tthinkso,”Ryansaid.“IthinkI’mnottheonlyonewhorealizedsomethingwhileyou
weregone.”
Jamie’seyeswidened.Hestartedsmilingbeforefrowningsuddenly.“Ican’tgohome.Yousaid
Lukehasbeenmissingfortendays.”Heswepthiseyesaroundtheroom,guiltflickeringinhiseyes.
“Iwastoobusyfeelingsorryformyselftonoticethathe’dbeengoneforsolong.SomefriendIam.”
“Hemightbefine,”Ryansaid.
Jamieshothimaskepticallook.“Heshouldhavebeenbackbynow.”
Ryansighed,floppingontohisback.“Iknow.I’mworried,too,butlet’snotassumetheworst,
okay?IthinkLukehasjustbeencaughtupinwhatevershadybusinesshisfatherisinvolvedwith.
MaybeWhitford’s…associateswanttouseLukeasleverageinsomedeal.Hemightbesafeenough.
ArthurtoldmeWhitforddidn’tseemallthatworriedabouthisson’swell-being,justannoyedbythe
situation.”
“Isthatsupposedtomakemefeelbetter?”Jamiesaidwithapinchedlook.
“No,”Ryansaidfirmly.“Butthere’snothingyouorIcandotohelpLukeevenifheneedshelp.
Wedon’tknowthecountryorthelanguage,orwheretostartlookingforhim.Nottomentionthat
yourvisaisendingandyouliterallycan’tstayinRussiaevenifyouwantedto.”
Jamiestilldidn’tlookhappy,butnodded.“Iknow.IthinkDadhassomeacquaintancesinthe
MI6.I’llbemoreofahelptoLukebackhomethanhere.Icangivethemthedescriptionoftheman
Lukewenttomeet.”
“Yes,”Ryansaid,lookingawaytohidehisrelief.Maybeitwasselfish,buthedidn’twantJamie
tostayhereandgoaroundaskingquestionssomepeoplemightfindtoouncomfortable.Ryanliked
Lukeandwasgenuinelyworriedabouthim,butJamie’ssafetywashispriority.Italwayswouldbe.
“We’llflyhomethisafternoon,”Ryansaid.“Butfirstwe’llgetyousomethingtoeat.”
Jamierolledhiseyeswithasmile.“Yeah,whatever.”Heclimbedoffthebed.“ButfirstIwanta
shower.”HelookedbackatRyanandsmiledcoyly,asifhecouldn’tquitebelievehewassayingit.
“Coming?”Hestretchedhishandout.
Therewassomethingsurrealaboutit.
IfsomeonehadtoldhimhalfayearagothathewouldbeinaRussianhotel,naked,withhis
equallynakedbestfriend,andthatJamiewouldinvitehimtojoinhimintheshower,hewouldhave
laughedoutloud,thinkingitwasabadjoke.Halfayearago,hehadthoughtHannahwastheonefor
him.Nowheknewbetter.Therehadalwaysbeenonlyonepersonforhim.He’djustbeentooblindto
seewhathadbeenthereallalong.
Hegotoutofthebed,hiseyesfixedonJamie.
“Ryan?”Jamiesaid,cockinghisheadtotheside,hislipsslightlyparted.God,hewasfucking
beautiful,andhewasallhis,Ryan’s.
“Iwanttokissyou,”Ryansaid,takingtheofferedhandandpullingJamieflushagainsthim.
Jamieactuallyblushed.“Iwanttokissyou,too.”
“Whyaren’twekissingyet,then?”
“Idunno,”Jamiesaid,loopinghisarmsaroundRyan’sneck.
“Wemustrectifythat,”Ryanmurmuredbeforedoingjustthat.Thiskisswasn’thungry.Itwas
slow,exploratoryandsensual.Itfeltgoodinawaythatmadehisstomachachewithaffectionand
love.HeturnedhisheadandkissedJamiedeeper,mouthwetandopen,losinghimselfinthe
sensation,theirtonguessliding,Jamiepantingandmoaningintohismouth,everyslickpointof
contactlikeaconfession:Iloveyou,Ineedyou,Iwantyou.God.HehadlovedHannah,butbeingwith
herneverfeltthisway.Beingwithhernevermadehimfeelsofuckingwhole.
Theybrokethekissgently,pantingalittleandsmilingateachother.
“We’renevergoingtoliveitdown,youknow,”Ryansaid,sighing.“Afteralltheyearsof
denyingit.”
Jamiemadeaface.“Tristanwillbeinsufferable.”
Ryanchuckled.“Healreadyis.”Though,tobefair,Tristanhadbeenabsolutelyright:It’swrong
andweirdonlyforaslongasyouletitbe.
“Yeah,but…”Lookingthoughtful,Jamieshrugged.“Hedidhelpmefigureoutafewthings,so
IguessIshouldthankhim.”HelookedRyanintheeye.“Ifitweren’tforhim,Iwouldn’thaveeven
toldyouhowIfeelaboutyou.YouwouldprobablybestillwithHannahandIwouldstillbe...”
Ryan’sheartclenchedwhenhesawpainflickeracrossJamie’sface.Itwasgonequicklyand
Jamiesmiled,butithadbeenthere.Itwasstillthere:theyearsofpretendingandputtingonahappy
faceforhissake—oldpain,nevertrulyhealed.
HecradledJamie’sfaceinhishandsandleanedtheirforeheadstogether.“Wewillthankhim,
then.Wewillbevery,verynicetohim.”Alazysmirkstretchedhislips.“Itwillconfusethehelloutof
him.Itwilldrivehimcrazy.Tristangetshilariouslyflusteredwhenpeoplearenicetohim.”
Jamie’slipstrembledagainsthisbeforelaughtereruptedfromhischest,unburdenedandhappy.
Grinning,Ryanwrappedhiminhisarmsandheldontohim—hisbestfriend,hislover,hisotherhalf,
hishappiness.Labelsdidn’tmatteriftheyallmeantthesamething:
Jamie.
Epilogue
(ExcerptfromJustaBitRuthless)
Monthslater
LukeWhitfordsatbythepool,watchingthebrightlyilluminatedhouse.Hecouldhearthe
laughterandmusicevenfromhere.ItwasJames’stwenty-thirdbirthday,andsinceJameswas
practicallylivingwiththeHardawaysthesedays,hisbirthdaywasbeingcelebratedatZach’shouse
thisyear.
Wrappinghisarmsaroundhisknees,Lukesmiledwanly.Hewasgladforhisfriend,gladthat
everythingwasfinallygoingwellinhislife.Jamesandhisbrotherweregettingalongwellenough,
thoughitwasstillaworkinprogress,consideringwhatapricklyblokeTristanwas.Theystillribbed
eachothermercilessly,butitwasobviousthattheyenjoyedtheirbanter.EvenJames’srelationship
withhisfatherhadimproved:ArthurseemedtobeslowlycomingaroundandacceptingthatJames
andRyanweretherealdeal,andnothingwouldkeepthemapart.
AndLukeknewnothingwould.Hehadneverseenhisfriendsohappy.Itwasastrikingcontrast
totheguyLukehadleftinMoscow,andLukecouldbarelybelievehiseyeswhenhesawJamesagain
monthslater,afterLuke’s…return.
Yeah.HewashappyforJames.Anditwasnicetoseethatlovethisstrongreallyexistedand
happilyeveraftersweren’tathingoffairytales.
Bitinghislip,Lukeliftedhiseyestothemoon.
Heshouldprobablygobackinside.ButGod,hewassickofbeingonthereceivingendof
pityingandconcernedlooks,asifhewasterminallyill.Hewassickoftellingeveryonethathewas
fine.Noonebelievedhim,anyway.
Amovementontheterracecaughthisattention.Lukesmiledalittle,noticingthetwotallfigures
standingthereineachother ’sarms.RyanandJameswerekissingunderthefullmoon,handsineach
other ’shair,mouthsgreedyandtenderatthesametime.Theykissedliketheyownedeachother.It
mustbenicetoloveandfeelloved.
Realizingthathewasstaringatthemhungrily,Lukedraggedhiseyesaway,tothesmoothdark
surfaceofthepool.Anotherburstoflaughtercamefrominsidethehouse.
Hedidn’tbelonghere.Butthenagain,hewasn’tsurewherehebelongedanymore.
Behindhim,abranchcracked.
Luketensedup,goosebumpsrunninguphisspineasthemostpeculiarawarenessfilledhim.He
heldhisbreath,hishearthammeringagainsthisribs.Thud-thud,thud-thud,thud-thud.
Itwassilly.Therewasnoonebehindhim.HewasbackinEngland.Hewasbackhome.
Hecouldn’tbethere.
Abig,callousedhandwrappedaroundhisneck.
AshudderrolledthroughLuke’sbody.Itwasn’tpossible.Hewasimaginingthings.This
couldn’tbehappening.
Swallowing,heturnedhisheadslowly.
Icyblueeyesmethis,andLukecouldn’tbreathe,drowningintheircolddepths,likearabbit
caughtinahunter ’ssnare.
Hecouldscream.RyanandJameswouldhearhimeasilyifhedid.
“Missme,solnyshko?”saidadeceptivelysoftvoice.
Lukelungedforwardandslammedtheirlipstogether.
TheEnd
AbouttheSeries
CurrentlytheStraightGuysseriesincludesthefollowingbooks:
#0.5-
Young,blondandhandsome,Sageattractsunwantedattentioninprison.Whenhiscellmate
offershimprotection,Sageacceptstheoffer,eventhoughhedoesn’ttrusttheguy.Littledoeshe
knowhowmuchitwillchangehislife.
Whenhe’sreleasedfromprison,Sagefindshimselfneedingandwantingthingsheshouldn’t
want.Sageisstraight.Heis.Hehasagirlfriend.Whathappenedinprisonstayedinprison—orso
Sagetellshimself.
Untilhemeetshisformercellmateagain.Xavier.Theguyhehatesandcraves.
ProfessorDerekRutledgeishatedandfearedbyallofhisstudents.Strict,reservedandruthless,
hedoesn’ttoleratemistakesandhaslittlepatienceforhisstudents.
ShawnWyattisatwenty-year-oldstrugglingtoprovideforhisyoungersistersafterthedeathof
theirparents.Onthevergeoflosinghisscholarship,Shawnbecomesdesperateenoughtogoto
ProfessorRutledge.
EveryonesaysRutledgedoesn’thaveaheart.Everyonesayshe’saruthlessbastard.Shawnfinds
outthateveryoneisright.
HestrikesadealwithRutledge,butunexpectedly,thedealturnsintosomethingsomuchmore.
Somethingall-consumingandaddictive.
Somethingneitherofthemwants.
#2-
AlexanderSheldonlikesorderandcontrolinhislife.Heisn’thappywhenhisgirlfriendinvites
anotherguyforathreesome.Alexanderbelievesinmonogamy,andhe’sneverbeengoodatsharing
histhings.Itdoesn’thelpthatChristianrubshimthewrongwayfromthebeginning.
Butwhatstartsasanimosityturnsintosomethingelse.Somethingunexpectedandverywrong.
HewasneversupposedtotouchChristian.Hewasneversupposedtofeelpossessiveoftheguy.
Andhemostdefinitelywasn’tsupposedtowantChristianmorethanhewantshisgirlfriend.
It’sarecipefordisaster.
#3-
(GabrielandJared)
Whenthelinebetween"need"and"want"getsblurred…
GabrielDuVal,risingsoccerstar.
JaredSheldon,teamphysician.
Totheoutsideworld,they’rejustgoodfriends.Butthetruthis,Gabrielisn’tentirelysurewhat
theyaretoeachother.
Somecalltheirrelationshipunhealthy.Somecallitcodependency.Gabrielcallsitconfusing.He
knowsJaredwantshim–asmorethanafriend.Hedoesn’twantJared.He’sstraight,hehasa
girlfriend,andhelovesher.ButJaredis…Jaredismore.Jaredishis.Heneedshim–histouchand
hisstrength.
ButisitenoughforJared?
#4-
ZachHardawayisoneofthebestphysiotherapistsinEurope.
TristanDuValisayoungsoccerstarwithagroininjury.
Theydespiseeachotherfromthemomenttheymeet.
AsfarasZachisconcerned,Tristanisarich,spoiledbratwhoistoousedtogettinghisown
way.
AsfarasTristanisconcerned,Zachisabossy,presumptuousprick.TristanhatesZach.Hedoes.
Theproblemis,healsowantstoshoveZachagainstthenearestwallandclimbhimlikeatree.
#5-JustaBitConfusing(RyanandJames)
Bestfriends,inseparablesincechildhood,oneinlovewiththeother,theotherstraightandin
lovewithawoman.
Storieslikethisdon’thaveahappyending;JamesGraysonknowsit.Heputsonasmile,he
laughs,hejokes,andhepretendshe’sfinewhenRyankisseshisgirlfriendinfrontofhim—untilhe
can’t.
Exceptnothingiseasyandlettinggoturnsouttobemuchharderthanonemightthink.Some
bondsaretoostrongtobebroken,evenforastraightman.Andsometimesloveanddesirecanhave
differentfacesandlayers.
Astoryoftwomentryingtofunctionwithouteachotherandfailing.
#6-JustaBitRuthless-aworkinprogress
FromtheAuthor:
Thankyouforreading.I’mcurrentlyworkingonJustaBitRuthless,Luke’sstory.Itwilllikely
bethemostcontroversialintheseries,andI’mveryexcitedaboutit.Thebookwillbepublishedin
2016,butthere’snoreleasedateyet.Tobenotifiedwhenthebookbecomesavailable,youcan
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IhopeyouenjoyedRyanandJamie’sbook.
Allthebest,
Alessandra