Chapter 23

“What, are you a diehard fucking top or something?” Adam sounded less drunk and far more frustrated. Or pissed off, whichever.

“How bout I just blow you off instead?”

“Fuck,” Adam sat back in the seat. His hand fidgeted in frustration around his zipper. “Fine, but make it good.”

Brian took a deep breath through his mouth as the smell of Adam’s hotness filled car. He looked at Adam again before going down, all thoughts of Oliver and Matt gone for a few moments. “Three second warning, okay?”

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Matt

Even though pitch-blackness surrounded them, Matt was completely exposed. He shifted comfortably on the Mazda’s windshield and his head grazed James’. “This is amazing,” he breathed. “I don’t know how I’ve never done this before.”