Knox: A Suspenseful M/M Brother's Best Friend Romance, page 6
The way his face lights up at the statement makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Pushing it aside, I clear my throat and focus on the road.
The drive is quiet at first, and the air between us feels different but not awkward, thank God. Today has already had enough tension-filled rides after the market and the pizza joint. It was enough for me to never want to experience that again.
As we get closer to home, I notice that I’m letting my guard down again, and it’s obvious Gunnar is doing the same. He laughs at my dumb jokes and gently shoves my shoulder. And it has my thoughts traveling to a place they shouldn’t.
Sophy’s words about him needing a push bounce around in my head, and I internally shake myself. Fuck my friends for planting this seed in my head. As much as I want Gunnar Carr, I know I can’t have him.
“Are you hungry?” Gunnar asks as we walk into the house.
I shake my head, needing to control my train of thought. I’m getting far too comfortable being around him and terrified I will do something dangerous if I stay. “Nah,” I respond, but I don’t miss the way his face falls. “I think I’m going to call Tatiana and call it a night.”
“Oh,” he mumbles, the defeat in his voice like a knife in the heart. “I’m gonna watch TV for a bit. If you can’t sleep, feel free to join me.”
“ ’Kay,” I mumble and head to my room.
I should want no part in spending more time with him. I’m the one who made up an excuse just to get away from him.
Yet the offer is enticing.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I call my sister like I told Gunnar I would so I don’t turn out to be a liar.
“ ’Bout time you called, asshole,” she answers.
I laugh and sit on the bed, running water echoing through the walls. It seems Gunnar decided to have a shower.
“Sorry, life has been a bit crazy. You know, with my house burning down two days ago and all,” I respond after a brief pause, my thoughts wanting to drift to him in the shower.
Tatiana sighs on the other end. “I’m so sorry that happened, baby brother. Do they know what caused it?” she asks.
“Not that I’ve heard of yet.”
“You take such good care of your house. Do you think it was intentional?” she questions.
A shudder runs down my back, and an eerie feeling sits at the bottom of my spine. I’d be lying if I said the idea didn’t cross my mind, but I don’t want to think about it. I mean, what would be the reason for someone to do something like that? As far as I know, I don’t have enemies.
“Fires happen,” I finally say after a moment of silence. “How have you been feeling?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Good, ready to get this break dancer out of me, though,” she complains.
“Baby still moving like crazy?”
“I know it’s a good thing, but it would be nice if they could sleep when I sleep,” she states, sounding tired.
“Only a couple more weeks,” I remind her.
“I wish Tony was here,” she whispers, obviously missing her husband.
“You know he’d be here if he could be. And he’ll be back before you know it,” I try to reassure her.
It really sucks that Tony won’t be back until after Tatiana has the baby, but he doesn’t have a choice. The military runs his life for the time being, and I don’t envy the man.
“I know,” she says with a sigh.
A muffled noise comes from Gunnar’s bathroom, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was a moan, but I’m probably wrong. Unless he’s jacking off in the shower. Just the thought of that has my cock throbbing, and I try to think of anything else to get my growing erection under control—dead things, algebra, baby vomit, whatever I can think of that is a turn-off. I do not want to have a hard-on while talking to my sister. That’s just fucking weird.
“Did you want me to stay with you instead of Gunnar?” I offer, trying to get my thoughts back on track.
Tatiana is quick to laugh. “Fuck no,” she responds through her giggles. “You know I’d kill you. You would be such a hoverer, and I’d never get a moment’s peace.”
I chuckle because she isn’t wrong. It’s one of the reasons I never really thought about crashing there.
“Call if you need anything,” I tell her after our laughter dies out.
“Same goes for you. If you really need a place to stay, my door is open. But, like, make sure you have no other options.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Love you too,” I mumble, but there is still a smile on my face.
“Love you, baby brother, talk soon,” she tells me, and the line goes quiet.
I drop the phone beside me, and the water shuts off. Silence follows, and I fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I actually heard what I thought I did.
A few minutes later, my stomach growls, and I head to the kitchen, a little disappointed that Gunnar is still in his room.
The space is a good thing, yet I don’t want it, and it doesn’t stop my mind from wandering.
Is it possible that he was jacking off in the shower, and what if he was thinking about me? But what if he wasn’t? A cold shudder of jealousy runs down my spine at the second thought.
I want him to be thinking about me when he touches himself, even though I shouldn’t. There is this part of me that wants to say fuck it and let the world burn because I’m dying to see what might happen between us.
There is a strong possibility this will blow up in my face, but I think I am done caring.
Chapter Ten
Gunnar
Once Knox is in his room, I head to mine as well. I need a shower and some time to think about the evening. A lot of unexpected things happened today, and it’s completely thrown me for a loop.
Like when Knox stepped into my bubble at Dante and Nixon’s house, his breath was hot on my face and smelled like chocolate. And the fact I got hard from how intensely he was staring into my eyes. There are a million reasons I should create space between us, yet when we got home, I only wanted to spend more time with him.
Could Knox tell I was disappointed when he left me on my own?
I blow out a frustrated breath, strip out of my clothes, and turn on the shower. As I wait for it to warm up, my traitorous brain starts playing a montage of all the times Knox made my heart race today, and it gets my cock excited again.
Great, now I’m hard as a rock and unsure what to do about it.
It seems wrong to jack off to thoughts of Knox with him only one room away, but I’m not going to be able to stop myself. It seems the more I try to fight this attraction, the harder it’s becoming to keep things under wraps.
I try to think of dead animals and stinky fish to get this raging boner under control. But when I step into the shower, the hot spray relaxes my muscles, and the second my eyes close, I’m met with the memory of captivating hazel ones staring back at me. Again, my cock is rock fucking hard, it’s almost painful.
With a firm grip, I grab my cock, and a tantalizing fantasy plays out in my mind.
“You’re fucking sexy,” I tell Knox as we stroke each other’s cocks.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as I swipe my thumb across the head, smiling that I can make him react like that.
“S-s-so go-o-od,” he stutters and moans.
“Turn for me,” I instruct. “I’m dying for some cake.”
He obeys quickly, and I chuckle, kneeling behind him. The hot water beats on my back, and I move into position, pulling his firm cheeks apart and diving in for a taste.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” I groan out, then go back for more.
At first, I just lap at his hole, basking in his perfection and enjoying the soft mewls and whimpers coming from the large man in front of me. But it’s not enough. I straighten my tongue and spear inside his entrance, gripping his hairy thighs firmly.
“Jesus Christ,” Knox cries out.
My cock bobs between my thighs. I’m dying to be inside him. As fantastic as he tastes, my dick wants in on the action too.
“Pass me the lube,” I command, moving to stand.
It’s almost comical how fast Knox moves to get me what I asked for. I guess someone else wants this just as bad.
With lightning speed, I pour a dollop onto my fingers, spreading it around and leaning forward to kiss Knox’s broad shoulder.
“I don’t need much stretching,” he tells me when I press a digit to his hole.
“Did you already prep for me,” I question as he easily takes me in.
He nods ridiculously fast, and I chuckle.
“I need you,” he pleads, and I slip in a second finger, scissoring them for a few minutes before giving in to what we both desire.
“How do you want it?” I ask, pouring a generous amount of lube onto my cock and stroking myself.
“Hard,” he begs. “I want you to use me. Make me yours.”
All the air is stolen from my lungs at his words, and I’m suddenly lightheaded.
“Please,” he adds, and I move into position.
“Ready?” I check, lining up with his entrance. The instant he nods, I slide in. “Holy shit.” I gasp for air as his channel strangles my cock. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Gah,” Knox cries out as I slowly sink into him.
The second I’m balls deep, I pause, kissing his shoulder again and reaching around to stroke his hairy chest.
I’ve always loved a man with body hair.
“Need… you… to… move…” he chokes out when my hand snakes its way down his body and grips his cock.
I don’t need to be told twice. Pulling my hips back, I pause for a split second, then slam into him. Giving him exactly what he wants.
A good hard fucking.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as his body clinches around me. Has sex ever been this good?
“I’m close,” Knox whimpers.
Thank God because I’m not far behind myself.
“Give it to me, baby,” I demand. “Come for me and clench down on my cock as I keep fucking you. Splatter the walls while your ass milks my shaft.”
I stroke him harder, pounding into him with everything I have, his tight ring gliding up and down my cock, my aching balls slapping against his taint as I spill forth my dirty words.
I watch as it has the desired effect. This huge, sexy-as-hell beast of a man falls apart, turning into a mewling, whimpering, and groaning puddle. The sight is heady and euphoric. It makes me want to growl and roar in triumph at being able to give him such pleasure.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he yells as his orgasm hits, and the way his channel constricts even harder around my cock has me seeing stars.
With a roar I can’t hold back, I instinctively push down on his back to bend him over farther for me and unload into his hot ass.
My eyes shoot open, and my grip tightens, pumping hard through my orgasm. My cock shoots out rope after rope of cum that splatters against the tiles and paints the walls of my shower. I stand there, stunned, needing to blink a few times before I come back to myself. Then it hits me hard, and I realize what I’ve done.
I just had the most intense orgasmic experience of my life, and it was to a fantasy of my best friend’s baby brother.
Shit.
I’m fucked.
Leaning my head against the cold wall, I take a moment to even my breathing and slow my racing heart. I’m not sure why this feels like the end of the world. It’s not like I actually fucked Knox. It was just a daydream. This doesn’t have to change anything. And what Malcolm doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
I take another deep inhale, slowly let it out, and switch focus to getting myself clean.
This is fine.
Everything is fine.
Tomorrow, I’ll make sure to put Knox firmly in the friend box and get over this new little crush I’m developing.
Knox is off-limits, and that’s okay.
I’ll just have to keep repeating that a million times a day.
I quickly clean up, dry off, and get dressed. By the time I’m done, my stomach is rumbling. I guess I actually was hungry when I offered Knox food earlier.
In only a pair of sweats, I make my way to the kitchen to find a bite to eat and am surprised to find Knox there eating a bowl of cereal.
“Hey,” I say with a weird kind of half-smile.
Knox looks up, almost shocked by my appearance.
“Hi,” he mumbles, sounding as awkward as I feel.
“I wasn’t expecting you out here,” I mumble, heading to the refrigerator.
“Got hungry,” he responds, and I nod as I search for sustenance. “Plus, you invited me to watch TV with you. After I got off the phone with Tatiana, I decided to take you up on your offer.”
I stick my head into the refrigerator and gulp. So much for having some space. But it will all work out. I can put him into the friend category sooner rather than later. I’ll set the standard on how we should be behaving moving forward. It will be a piece of cake.
Grabbing some hummus and the container of veggies I cut up the other day, I pull them out and set them on the counter in front of Knox. “Have anything you’ve been dying to watch?” I ask, plating myself a snack.
“Whatever. Maybe a documentary,” he suggests casually, and I’m positive he has something specific in mind.
I smirk. “Which one?” I ask, playing along.
Knox has always been obsessed with documentaries, history, and political events growing up. I always thought it was funny that he was a jock and a nerd. And now, as an adult, it seems some things never change.
“There’s this new one about this crazy cult,” he tells me with bright eyes and a killer grin.
I chuckle and grab my plate. “Let’s go then,” I say with a tilt of my head.
Knox puts his empty bowl in the dishwasher, then follows me to the couch. When he plops down beside me, his arm brushes against mine, and I turn to look at him. His easy smile and captivating eyes almost steal my breath, and I know I am fucked.
All Knox has to do is make the first move, and I’m a goner.
Chapter Eleven
Knox
Gunnar has been off ever since he came out of his room, and my thoughts are racing a mile a minute.
What happened while I was talking with Tatiana?
He seemed eager to spend time with me before I went to my room. Now it’s like he wants anything but.
Was he actually jacking off to the idea of the two of us together, and now he feels guilty about it? Or is that just my wishful thinking?
“You okay?” I ask, scrolling through the streaming service, looking for the documentary I’ve been dying to watch, trying my hardest not to think about Gunnar in the shower.
Popping a boner right now would make things even more awkward than they already are.
“What?” he squeaks out.
I shake my head and quirk a brow at him. “Did something happen? You’re acting weird,” I tell him, wondering if he’ll confess the truth.
Oh God. What happens if he does? Am I ready?
He shakes his head. “I’m just tired,” he replies, refusing to look at me.
His body practically vibrates as I press play on the documentary, and his spine is stiff as a board.
This is fucking awkward.
But I can’t exactly tell him that I heard his muffled moans because what if I’m wrong? What if there is another reason he’s acting weird? I want to push the subject, mainly to put me at ease, but I’m not sure what good that would do. Instead, I try to focus on the show. But every time my arm brushes against Gunnar’s, he shivers, and I don’t think it’s because he’s cold.
Eventually, Gunnar relaxes and leans into me a little more, which has my heart racing. Does he know what he’s doing, or is it a subconscious thing? Either way, I’m not going to fight it. I like being this close to him. Maybe a little too much.
We are about halfway through the program when Gunnar’s head lolls over, resting on my shoulder. My entire body freezes at the contact. The air is stuck in my lungs, and I try to figure out what to do. Clearly, he wasn’t lying when he said he was tired. I could wake him or gently move and let him lay on the couch instead of on me.
Both options feel wrong. So, rather than disturbing Gunnar, I move my arm to wrap it around him and grab the blanket off the back of the couch to drape over him. Once we’re situated more comfortably, I turn my focus to the television, trying to forget that my brother’s best friend is cuddled into my side. I also try not to notice how perfectly he fits there.
The end credits are rolling when Gunnar finally stirs, blinking at me with sleepy eyes.
“Shit,” he murmurs, sitting up fast and running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“Not a big deal. It seemed like you needed the rest.”
Gunnar hums in response, staring at his hands, but slowly, his gaze raises to mine. I’m at a loss for words as he stares deeply into my eyes.
All of a sudden, it’s like my body is acting on its own, and I’m leaning into him. To my surprise, he doesn’t stop me. In fact, he meets me in the middle.
When our mouths touch, my eyes flutter shut, and fireworks erupt behind my lids. His lips are soft and pliable beneath mine, and the garlicky taste of his hummus lingers there. It’s not a turn-off, though, and I lick at the seam of his lips, demanding entrance.
A gasp leaves the gorgeous man’s lips, giving me the access I wanted, and I moan as our tongues dance together. With firm hands, I grip Gunnar’s hips, guiding him to straddle me, and the make-out session turns even more heated. He grinds into me, and I buck into him. Our cocks are rock-hard, and I hate the barriers between us.
Unfortunately, when I move to undo his pants, he’s snapped out of this lust-filled daze and starts to shake his head.
“We have to stop,” he says, gasping for air and jumping off my lap.
“Why? Did… did I do something wrong?” I ask, stumbling over my words.
