Ch 3

Rhett

I keep reliving that moment in my head. Of course, dad only gave me a week to get my shit in order and I am moving back into the family home today. The guys have three more weeks to move or pay rent. I will be under the same roof as the man with the sexy promise who is everything I despise. Not only did he sell out and give up his dreams to go run a business, but he got investors and shareholders and all that corporate crap, and he hides his sexuality. 

Still, the way he grabbed my arm and twisted behind and under me and his hot breath on my neck makes me hard just thinking about it. I masterbated more than once this week with that moment in my mind. 

“Put my music gear in the pool house,” I tell Max and Bryan as they unload Bryan’s truck. “I’ll follow you with my art stuff.”

“What about this?” Kai asks. “And the thing Trent has?”

“Dude! Trent has my easel that comes with the art stuff! You have the box of fun that goes in my bedroom, in my bedside table,” I chuckle. 

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want your father carrying that in,” Kai laughs. “You are still going to come hang out, right?”

“Yeah, of course, but I’m gonna have to live by dad’s rules so I’m sure it won’t be as often as you are used to,” I sigh before walking around to the pool house and then guiding Kai up to my bedroom.

“Shit! This place is swanky!” Kai says and I shake my head.

As long as we have been friends I have always avoided bringing him into this stiff museum of a house.

“Sometimes you are so weird, dude!” I laugh.

Kai places the box down and steps up to me looking at my lips as if he wants to kiss me. Now is not the time to fuck, so I quickly turn my head. Sure, Kai has an amazing body, but sometimes I think he is no longer playing by the rules we set back in high school.

“Hi, neighbor!” Gabe’s voice sounds from my doorway and I see him eyeing up the situation. “Is this your…”

“Gabe, this is my best friend for life, Kai! Kai, this is my dad’s friend Gabriel. I guess Arianna switched to a different room so she doesn’t have to share my bathroom, huh?” I groan.

Great, now I am sharing a bathroom with the man I both despise and want to let drill me into the wall! I am going to need some massive relief. At least the pool house is still reserved as the realm of music and art.

“Yup, you know how girls are?” He remarks, but I see how his eyes travel over my body and he bites his lower lip before continuing along his path with his book in his hand.

“Yo! Did you see what he was reading?” Kai asks and I wrinkle my brow.

“What does it matter?” I scoff.

“He’s reading that book I told you about. The one with that scene I want to recreate,” Kai whispers.

“OH!” I exclaim. “That’s…wow! I can’t believe he’s reading it openly!”

“What? It’s not like there is shame in reading kinky gay romance,” Kai replies.

“You don’t understand…my father dislikes me being bisexual and I doubt he knows his friend is gay. The dude is a closet case, yet reads that openly?” 

“Maybe things aren’t what you think, man,” Kai says with a shrug. “He’s good looking.”

“I’m not talking about it with you. You don't get it man,” I grumble.

“What? That you have a hot, older guy sharing your bathroom and reading gay smut and your body reacted the instant you heard his voice, you wouldn’t admit we are more than just best friends…yeah…that doesn’t look like you hiding something or anything,” Kai says with an eye roll.

“We are best friends! I am not introducing you to anyone as my fuck buddy,” I huff.

“I’m tired of the games, Rhett!” 

“What games, Kai?”

“You don’t get it!” Kai yells and walks off.

We quickly unload the rest of my stuff and Kai refuses to speak to me the entire time and then the guys take off leaving me with my family and the last bags that are in my car.

“What was Kai angry about?” Arianna asks as I carry the last of my belongings into the house.

“Who says he was angry?” I ask in response.

“It was apparent from his body language and the scowl on his face,” she pouts.

“Nothing important,” I groan.

“You two haven’t fought since seventh grade, so what’s up?” She asks.

“It’s Kai wanting something he can’t have,” I groan.

“If he wants to go out with me, he should ask me, not you,” she giggles. 

“Not all guys want a girlfriend, sometimes it’s about other things,” I snap and storm upstairs to my bedroom.

I unpack and organize my bedroom and then hop in the shower after being sure to lock the door to keep Gabe from barging in on me. I think about him and what he said last week as my hands wash my body and then about that scene in the book. The scene where one character ties the other so he is bent over a  wooden bench and then whips him and it only gets more steamy from there…yeah. That does things to me.

I moan at the thoughts but a knock on the bathroom door brings me back to reality.

“Rhett, I can hear you in there and I don’t want to disturb you, but…ah…I left something in there I need,” Gabe calls out.

I’m done washing myself. I was just working up to an orgasm, but it will wait, because I don't want him hearing me.

I step out and wrap a towel around myself then unlock the door and open it grunting, “ What? Is your viagra in here?”

Yeah, I know it’s rude and I know he doesn’t need the shit.

“Um…ah…I just…nevermind,” Gabe says in a flustered tone as he takes in my mostly naked body, still dripping water from the shower. 

“Whatever, just get what you need and give me space to dry off,” I sigh and that is when I see it. 

Gabe is charging a vibrator on the bathroom sink.

“Do I make you horny, Old Man?” I purr, running a finger down the front of his buttoned shirt. “Or is it that kinky book you are reading?”

Gabe says nothing, but flushes intensely. 

“Oh, Gabriel, pussy got your tongue? That’s right you don’t like pussy do you? You just like to hide behind the facade built around you, because why would anyone want or need to know the hot shot CEO is gay?” I taunt. “Take your vibrator and get your rocks off, unless you are man enough to follow through with those promises.”

I pin Gabriel between my wet body and the bathroom door and the man who is more than half a foot shorter than me looks up into my eyes with desire swirling in them. He licks his lips and then makes his move, only I anticipate it this time and pull him against my chest and then kiss him as hard as he kissed me last week. It’s brutal and sexy and I let my towel fall.