Page 58 of Jealous Guy

I tell myself firmly that it’s rude to look at him like this, and that I should stop it at once. The man is trying to make us a nutritious breakfast. The last thing he needs is me sexually objectifying him when he hasn’t even had his coffee.

It doesn’t help at all. I ignore my own advice completely because I can’t shake the spine-tingling knowledge that Orion’s dick is lolling in his pants right now. He’s commando under his sleep shorts, so I know his dick is swinging loose, swaying gently from side to side as he pads around the kitchen.

A warm buzz travels down my lower belly, settling in my groin, and my own dick starts to swell.

When our breakfast is ready, we sit at the counter together. Before we dig in, Orion’s phone pings several times.

“Huh,” he says, crunching thoughtfully on a bite of toast as he reads the messages.

“Who is it?”

“It’s West.”

“What does he want this early on a Saturday morning?”

“He wants to know if we’re free. They’re going up to Tyler’s parents’ cabin in the Catskills for the night, and he wants to know if we want to join. Rowan and Riley were going to go, but they canceled this morning because they ate something suspect and they’re feeling like shit. Literally.”

Tyler!

Oh fuck, I forgot about Tyler. He’s one of Andy’s best friends, and he’s gay too.

How did I not notice how many queer guys I’m friends with?

I’m about to launch myself into a strong rejection of the plan when I remind myself of what Kirst said. Gay guys aren’t the problem. I’m the problem.

Tyler is a very nice person, and I always have a blast when I’m around him. Andy is great too. A little too good-looking, but it’s not like he can help that.

Orion tilts his head toward me and clutches his hands together beneath his chin. “Come on. Please. It will be fun,” he says. There’s no chance in hell of me denying him a thing when he looks that adorable, so I’m about to agree when he adds, “Uh, just one thing: Sarah’s already agreed to come along too, so West said we’ll have to share a room if we go. I don’t have a problem with it, but if you mind, we can skip it.”

“Are you kidding?” I boom. “Let’s do it! It’s been way too long since we’ve gone on a road trip.”

We packed in a hurry, me a little more so than Orion, but I’m keen to hit the road as soon as possible. We’re only going to be away for the night, so it makes sense to maximize the time we get to spend at the cabin. In under twenty minutes, we’re filling up with gas and stocking up on car snacks. My mood is next level. I’m overjoyed about the trip. I love hanging out with friends, and I love doing spontaneous things. And when I think about it, it’s been a while since I did either of those things. There’s no better time than the present to correct it.

Orion drives and I sing along loudly to the Road Trippin’ playlist I made years back when we first got our driver’s licenses. When I’m not doing that, I hand Orion snacks and drinks and daydream about asking him to stop so I can give him head. After a while, it occurs to me that I wouldn’t even have to ask him to stop the car. If he was up for it, I’d be more than happy to give him road head. I mean, yeah, technically, it is kind of dangerous, but I’ve never sucked a dick, so I probably wouldn’t be good enough to make him crash, right?

Pfft.

Who am I kidding? I’d definitely be good enough to make us crash.

It’s not the safest idea, but the beauty of road head is that it wouldn’t cost us any time because we wouldn’t have to stop the car. We’d still be at the cabin as per the time estimate on Orion’s GPS app.

The more I think about it, the more it seems like a solid plan, and after a while, the danger of crashing stops bothering me at all. I’m at the point where I’m mentally testing out the words to see what they feel like in my mouth when Orion says, “I came out to my mom this morning.”

I didn’t know he was thinking about doing that. It’s a big deal that he felt ready to do it, and I’m proud of him.

“No way? Congrats, bud.”

I don’t need to ask if she was supportive. I’ve known Ms. Brent for years, and she’s cool through and through, but I understand how daunting it must have been for him to have that conversation with her.

“Yeah,” he says with a wry smile. “She was great. It was pretty funny. She did this thing where she tried to act surprised when I first told her because she’d read somewhere that you shouldn’t say you already know when people come out to you. Apparently it makes them feel like you’re stealing their thunder or something. But there was this little delay in her response that gave her away.”

It’s things like this that make me love moms. They’re the best. You can’t get a thing past them. “So she knew all along?”

“Yeah, once I got her to fess up, she said the only thing that surprised her about me coming out was how long I’d taken to do it.”

He laughs when he says it, cheeks pinkening and making him look so goddamn gorgeous the last few nuggets of sense are knocked out of my head. Suddenly, I can’t think of a single reason that asking to give him road head isn’t a fantastic idea.

“It’s”—he glances over, making eye contact for a beat and then fixes his eyes on the road again—“one of the reasons I wanted to come up here this weekend. I was thinking about Tyler…”