Neutral Zone Trap - Bianca Sommerland Page 0,25

normal.

Normal like they’d been with Hunt before the man somehow figured out the chicks they hit on were doing nothing for him. Hunt must have noticed. Why else was he acting like a stranger? Braxton had figured out his crush wasn’t going anywhere, but things still weren’t completely okay. He had to fix that. He wanted his friend back.

You’re fucking wasted.

He flopped an arm over his eyes. “I think that last shot was a mistake.”

“Yeah.” Ian sat on the edge of the bed. “You okay?”

“I guess.” Braxton sighed, something inside him breaking open. He couldn’t hold back anymore. “I just…fuck, I can’t do this anymore. I keep hanging out with Hunt, and I love the man, but he doesn’t get me.”

White dropped onto the bed beside Richards. “What do you mean?”

“I’m gay. Like, totally, completely, into guys.” Richards’ stomach clenched as he turned his head, expecting White to tell him to get lost. He bit his bottom lip. “Go if you want. I know I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Why? I don’t care who you fuck.” Ian pressed his eyes shut. “I’m straight. Or I think I am. I don’t know. It’s fucking confusing.”

“Is it? I don’t think I’ve ever been confused.” Richards rose up on his elbow, feeling a bit more comfortable opening up after White’s confession. “Like, I’ve tried stuff with girls, but just because I thought I should. But when me and Hunt fool around with chicks, they don’t get me hard. And that’s where it’s fucked up. We shared a chick once and…well, I was thinking about him the whole time. And I know he’d hate me if he knew.”

“I don’t think he’d hate you, but…maybe you’re just into him? Like, maybe that happens? You’re into someone and everyone else just…isn’t them.”

Was White talking about him? Damn, that would be nice. Ryan had acted like Braxton shouldn’t make a big deal about sex. Maybe he was right. And maybe Braxton was finally getting an opportunity to see that what they’d have wasn’t a big deal. Ryan clearly saw it as nothing.

Him as nothing.

Just a warm body. And White was warm and close and just as drunk and confused as he was.

“But you don’t have to be into someone for them to get you off?” Braxton turned on his side and stared at the man beside him. A bit blurry, but he saw no judgment in his eyes. “I don’t want to play with girls. I’m tired of pretending I do.”

“Then stop.”

“I want to stop. But…I’ve jerked off thinking of Hunt. And that was good, but nothing compared to fucking the one man I really want.” Braxton slid his hand over White’s chest, jerking away when he abruptly sat up. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean I want you—”

“Okay, that’s good.” White rubbed a hand over his face. “Because you’re not fucking me, kid.”

That White didn’t move away was a bit confusing. He didn’t stop Braxton from touching him again. His breaths quickened and he eased back against the pillows as Braxton’s fingers drifted down to his stomach.

“I don’t want to fuck you, White.” Braxton slid his hand over White’s rock hard cock. He was being way too bold. He needed to make sure there weren’t any misunderstandings. “But I want to suck your dick. I want to know I can do that without it meaning anything.”

“Fuck.” White’s hips rose as Braxton continued to stroke him through his pants. “I wanna let you.”

“Why?”

“Because it not meaning anything sounds good. And that feels good. Maybe that’s all that matters. Maybe I’ll stop thinking so much if I just take what I can get.”

Then we’re on the exact same page.

Braxton moved slowly, unzipping White’s pants and sliding down, groaning as White’s fingers tangled in his hair. Sex didn’t have to mean anything. He could make another man feel good. He wanted to. This was the first time since Ryan that he hadn’t felt like he was being smothered. White’s dick on his tongue was hot. Thick. The bit of precum on the tip made his mouth water.

Then White went soft. Braxton tried moving faster, tried letting his hand move with his lips with a bit of pressure from both, but White stopped him, cupping his cheek.

His words were slurred, but they got through to Braxton.

He wanted to get more food. Call that girl and her friends.

A knock at the door got him moving. Were the girls there already? That was fast. Maybe someone was here to complain about the music. He’d