Test Drive (Crossroads Book 3) (11 page)

“I actually haven’t been there. I love San Francisco, though. It’s probably my favorite city in the U.S. From what a lot of people say, Seattle reminds them of Frisco in some ways, so I’d probably like it. What about outside of the U.S.?”

“I don’t know.” Justin shrugged. “I haven’t thought much about it.”

“Really?” Drew asked, not sure why he was surprised by the answer.

“I mean, there’s the obvious—France, London, Scotland, Ireland. Everyone wants to go to places like that, but there’s no real reason behind it.”

“I love Scotland and Ireland. I think you would too.”

Justin looked down, and picked at the carpet. “Tell me about it,” he said softly, almost vulnerably.

Suddenly, it was incredibly fucking important to make Justin fall in love with whatever he said. To make him feel it, breathe it in as though he was living it. “Okay,” he replied. “Hmm…I think we’ll start with Scotland. Edinburgh is incredible. I like to climb Arthur’s Seat which is outside of the city. When you get to the top of the hill, there’s a beautiful view of Edinburgh. It’s peaceful up there, being surrounded by nature and seeing the bustling city below.”

There was a heavy pause in the air and then Justin closed his eyes and asked, “What would we do next?”

Those words did something to Drew. Tied him up, stole his breath. Made him feel like he was somehow giving Justin something he needed. That had never been important to him before, but right now, he wanted nothing more.

“We’d want something a little more upbeat after that. We’d go to the Royal Mile. The Palace is on one end and the castle on the other. We’d go from pub to pub, restaurant to restaurant, eating good food and drinking good beer. We’d laugh with locals, and meet new people.”

“Unhealthy food?” Justin asked and Drew laughed.

“We’re on vacation so it would be okay. We’d get so drunk that day we’d stumble to our hotel, but we’d feel okay when we woke up the next morning. We couldn’t feel shitty before going to The Isle of Skye. It’s a small fishing village where we’d explore medieval castles. We’d have to work off all the bad food you made me eat, so we’d hike some of the cliffside trails. They’re beautiful. I love all the green and seeing the ocean.”

“I made you eat, huh? This is your trip,” Justin teased before Drew continued.

“The coast is really beautiful there. I’d take you sailing. I love sailing. You’d be tired after that so we’d go back to our room. The next day we’d go see Stirling Castle and the Wallace Monument before we found a quiet pub to drink more beer and eat more food.”

“Then what?” Justin asked sounding almost…wistful, like he really fucking needed to be doing the things Drew told him about.

“I think Loch Lamond. It’s a freshwater Scottish loch. We’d take a boat out and go water skiing.”

He felt Justin’s hand on his leg and stopped speaking. Drew looked down as Justin let his fingers dance up and down Drew’s thigh—up and down, he walked them along Drew’s leg. Rubbed it with his thumb. It was such an intimate action. In some ways it almost felt more intimate than anything he’d done, which he was aware made no fucking sense at all.

“Thank you for taking me to Scotland. I needed to get away.” His voice was so damn honest, so raw, that Drew felt it in his chest.

He didn’t know what in the hell they were doing here. They knew nothing but each other’s first names when they’d jerked each other off in that club. Then Drew had bailed on him because he was still getting used to moving forward in exploring his bisexuality. Now they’d discovered a connection between them. One that made things a little sticky, and one that they needed to navigate carefully.

Yet, they weren’t doing that, were they? They’d somehow dived head first into…
something.
He didn’t know quite what it was, but it felt like more than spending time with his sister-in-law’s brother. A guy who had a hundred things going on in his life that made whatever this was even messier.

But Jesus, he wanted to know what this was. Wanted to enjoy spending time together because he enjoyed Justin. He felt the need to ease some of the pain Justin was dealing with. “Hey,” Drew said.

With the back of his head still against the mirror, Justin turned and looked at him. They were only a few inches away, and he wondered if Justin would feel his breath when he spoke. “You need to get away, just need a fucking break or whatever, I’m here, okay? I know that sounds dramatic. Jesus, who the hell am I to you? But I want you to know I’m here. Whatever you need.”

Justin gave him a small, teasing smile. “You like me.”

“I do,” he answered truthfully. What was the point in being anything other than honest? He liked everything he knew about Justin so far.

“No weirdness?” Justin asked. They were still only a few inches away, facing each other as they sat on the floor.

Again, he went with the truth. “Maybe a little. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the family connection worries me slightly. It’ll make things worse between Jacob and me…but that part we can’t do anything about. That’s on him, but I worry how our friendship could affect you. I know you’re still trying to get to know Landon and Shanen. I would hate for Jacob to overreact and for it to cause problems between you and Shanen.”

Justin nodded. Blinked, his thick lashes creating a brief shield between them. He knew that was something that had to worry Justin too.

“What about the rest of it?”

Drew’s brows pulled together. “You being a guy? No. Not really. Like I said, regardless of how little I’ve explored it, I’ve always known I was bi. It’s hard in the way that I feel like I’m fumbling a bit. Everything is new, and in some ways, I feel like I’m a virgin again. But I have no problems with what we’re doing and who I am.”

Justin’s fingers started moving again. His eyes tilted down, watching them, but Drew continued to watch him. “I can’t make you any promises. My life’s a fucking rollercoaster right now. And I know you aren’t asking for any either, but I feel like I need to say it. My home is in North Carolina. I’m losing my father. I can’t commit to anything beyond friendship.”

“And blowjobs?” Drew winked at him, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’ll also throw in fucking, if we get the chance to work up to that. Oh, and if you think I give good head, it’ll blow your mind when I eat your ass. There’s a fine art to ass eating. I’d be happy to impart my knowledge to you.”

Drew’s balls tingled at that, even though it wasn’t something he’d ever really thought about having done to him before. It felt incredibly intimate…having someone’s tongue on your ass, a little different, and definitely intriguing. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. There’s nothing like it.”

The tingle in Drew’s balls got stronger. He suddenly couldn’t keep his mouth off Justin, so he leaned in and kissed him. He’d kissed quite a few men by now, but there was always the brief second when their lips touched when he thought about how different it was. It felt equally as good as kissing a woman, but it was just…different.

He swept his tongue inside Justin’s mouth, and then let his hand cup Justin’s dick. He was already hard, straining against Drew’s palm. He wanted to taste him the same way he’d tasted Drew. Wanted to drive him fucking crazy. Wanted to help him forget.

“I’m going to blow you now,” Drew said against his lips. “I’m feeling a little bit of performance anxiety, though. I don’t have a lot of experience. I’m not nearly as good with a cock in my mouth as you are.”

Justin leaned back and winked at him. “Then we’ll have to practice a lot.”

Drew smiled, perfectly okay with that. He grabbed one of the towels he’d had earlier, but hadn’t used. “Ass up.” He patted Justin’s leg. There had to be a better place for them to do this, but right now he didn’t care.

Justin leaned back, and lifted his ass. Drew shoved the towel beneath it, so he wouldn’t be sitting on the bare floor, and then pulled his jeans and underwear down. The second Justin’s dick sprung free, he realized how much he really wanted that cock in his mouth. Wanted to taste it, to memorize every inch of it with his tongue.

He didn’t take the time to pull the jeans past Justin’s knees before he lay down beside him and swirled his tongue around the purplish head of Justin’s prick.

“Oh see? You’re already fucking good. Suck the crown,” Justin instructed him and Drew did. He put the head of Justin’s erection in his mouth and nursed it. He tasted pre-come on his tongue. Smelled soap from Justin’s shower and wished it didn’t cover up the natural scent of him.

Justin pulled Drew’s hat off, and shoved it down on his own head. Drew smiled around the cockhead in his mouth before he sucked Justin deeper. He felt the veins beneath his tongue. The soft skin covering his hardness.

“Balls need love too. Give ‘em a little attention, Drew. Lick them.”

So Drew did. He let his tongue make a trail down the seam of Justin’s nuts. He tongued them, sucked them. Felt Justin’s pubes scratch against his face, and goddamn that felt good.

“Yeah…like that. Christ, you’re a fucking liar. You’re good at this. Tell me you like it. Tell me you like having my balls in your mouth.”

Oh fuck, did he like Justin’s dirty talk. Drew pulled back. “Yeah, I like it. We’re definitely going to have to keep doing this. Wanna taste your cock again, though.”

“Then do it. It’s all yours.” Justin ran a hand through Drew’s hair as he took Justin’s dick. He couldn’t go nearly as deep as Justin could, but as far as Drew could tell, he didn’t seem to mind. He went fast, then slow. Made himself choke once or twice but just kept going. There was something about this that made him feel…powerful, causing Justin to make noises and take deep breaths and fist his hair.

He used his hand on him, stroking Justin’s thick cock as he sucked it. Justin kept touching him, running his hand through Drew’s hair, brushing his thumb over Drew’s cheek.

He pushed on Drew’s head, so he took him deeper.

“Christ, you’re killing me here. My balls are so fucking full. Gonna let go.”

Drew almost pulled off, but at the last second, he sucked harder and took Justin as deep as he could go. He flinched at the first spurt of thick come on his tongue, but then he swallowed it down. Justin blew again, giving him another mouthful and this time, the swallowing came automatic as he drank Justin down.

“I needed that. Give me a kiss,” Justin told him and Drew leaned forward and did it. He knew Justin had to be tasting himself on Drew’s tongue and that only excited him more. He was half-hard in his shorts.

Their tongues wrestled before Justin pulled away much too soon. “That was fucking awesome. You were worried for nothing…” and then, “I don’t mean to come and run, but it’s late. I should go soon.” He lifted his ass again, pulled his jeans up, then sat back down. He touched Drew’s head and then Drew found himself leaning it against Justin’s thigh. “We’ll catch our breath and then I’ll go.”

“That was the first time I’ve swallowed.” Drew wasn’t sure why he’d just told Justin that.

“There it is,” Justin said softly, brushing his thumb over Drew’s cheek. “You blushed at the bar the first night we hung out. It’s cute. Don’t be shy, though. Who wouldn’t want my come?”

Drew playfully rolled his eyes…and then closed them. Lack of sleep was catching up with him. It was probably four in the morning by now.

Justin still wore his hat and had his hand in Drew’s short hair when he spoke. “I was talking to Nick tonight.” Drew let his eyes slip open only to see that Justin had his closed.

“He was talking about Bryce… How they met and became friends. How they just started talking and how good it felt. I don’t think I realized it at the time…but I think that’s why I came here. To talk, just like he said, because it makes me feel good.”

Drew felt himself smile, but couldn’t find it in himself to reply. Justin didn’t say anything either, and before he knew it, there was nothing but darkness.

“Drew? Um… it’s time to wake up…” Justin’s eyes popped open at the soft, female voice saying Drew’s name. Drew still had his head in Justin’s lap, and Justin had a hand in Drew’s hair. His neck had a kink in it from sleeping sitting up against the mirror.

“Oh shit. What time is it?” Justin rushed out.

It was then that Drew’s eyes shot open. They took in the woman, then Justin. A small burst of panic exploded in his eyes that made Justin’s already uneasy gut roll.

He leaned up and as he did, Justin pushed to his feet.

“Um… It’s five thirty. We open at six. I’ll just… Go… clean… the… locker rooms….”

“Thanks, Robyn. I appreciate it,” Drew replied as he stood, and the woman scurried away.

“I can’t believe I fell asleep!” Justin picked up his bag, afraid to look at his phone. He’d left Joy at home with his father. With his
sick
father and he’d come here after work and spent the night? “Fuck…
Fuck!”
He nearly yelled it the second time. “I have to go. I can’t believe I did this. What the hell is wrong with me?” He went to run a hand through his hair, which made him remember he was wearing Drew’s hat.

After sleeping on the floor with him.

Drew with his head in his lap.

When no one knew he was bisexual. “I’m sorry. I hope everything is going to be okay with you here. I called and told Joy I was making a stop after work, but I shouldn’t have been out all night.”

“Hey…no. Go. Don’t worry about it.” Drew crossed his arms, not as though he was annoyed, but more like he didn’t know what to do with them. He was a little embarrassed. Justin could see it by the way Drew wouldn’t look at him and that slight pink in his cheeks. Or hell, maybe he was just trying to figure out what he was going to tell Robyn, the same way Justin didn’t know what to say to him.

“It’s normal for two buddies to fall asleep at the gym together, right? Just another night?” Justin tried to joke but it didn’t quiet the silent cursing he was doing at himself. He was supposed to be taking care of his dad, and now he not only had a job getting in the way of that but his dick, too.

“I’ll tell her…. I don’t know exactly what to tell her, but I won’t deny who I am. That’s not what this is about for me. I’ve never been in the closet. I just don’t think I took my bisexuality seriously.”