“That’s so far away, Llew. How can I answer that?”
“This is so fucked up,” Llew growled. “You have no intentions of really being with me, do you?”
“That’s a crock of shit and you know it. What’s going on? Is your brother telling you not to trust me again? He barely knows me,” Moss argued, weakly.
“This isn’t about my brother. Who by the way, is the only one that knows you’re gay, and hasn’t violated your trust. So don’t talk bad about him. He’s my family and he accepts me for who I am. Will your family ever do that?”
“So your family is better than mine?”
“You can’t be fuckin’ serious. This is so stupid. I gotta go, Moss. I’m working.” Llew was poised to hang up when he heard Moss yell his name.
“Don’t go, Llew. Look, I’m sorry okay? That didn’t make sense. My dad has just been riding my ass this last year, so I’ve been under a lot of pressure, babe. You know what I have to put up with.”
Llew rubbed his thumbs into his tired eyes, and saved his work in his building design software. He powered off his laptop, moving over to look out over the rundown neighborhood. He couldn’t wait to live in his dream home. He’d already submitted the blueprints for his final exam in his Design and Building class, now he was adding to it. He’d build it himself when he started his own construction company. This trailer would all be a distant memory. He and his brother had a plan. Llew would get his degree, while Leslie worked hard and saved their startup money. It was an unfortunate necessity that they’d had to sell their parents’ home after they died, but he and Leslie just couldn’t afford the taxes and utilities. It was either the home or the business.
“Llew, come over this weekend. Friday my parents are going to a campaign dinner for some senator in Richmond, and they won’t be back until Sunday. We’ll have the place all to ourselves.” Moss whispered, seductively.
Llew cursed his eager dick. The thought of fucking Moss in a bed all night had his cock leaking almost immediately. When you were eighteen, and your boyfriend offered up his ass on a silver platter… refusing was not so easy. He let out an irritated sigh, he wanted to fuck, but he also wanted some answers. Moss was avoiding providing them.
“You have no intentions of being with me at UCLA, do you? I’m just what’s convenient here. Some sex is better than no sex.” Llew rubbed his chest as the pain, the reality sunk in. How the hell could Moss not love him? It made no sense. He’d given him everything it was within his power to give. Treated him like a king. Hmmm… maybe that was it.
“Llew, I’m going to be with you, and only you. I love you. You’re it for me. I can’t see myself making it there without you, I just can’t do it. Please, don’t start doubting us. I’m not my dad, isn’t that why you fell in love with me?” Moss’ voice was soft and sexy again.
Silence.
“Come to me so I can make love to you; show you how I feel about you.”
Chapter Three
Moss had insisted that Llew not come over until after nine o’clock. He knew it was because he didn’t want the neighbors reporting that they’d seen him over there. Llew propped his bike in the backyard, up against the house. Moss was standing in the side door, waiting on him. He tried not to show how much he appreciated the way Moss was dressed.
His black tank top molded to every hill and valley of his abs. The frayed, well-worn jeans hung low on his narrow hips, tempting Llew’s large hands. He wanted to grip him there and yank him against his body, squeezing hard enough to leave beautiful, purple bruises on his pale skin. He was sure he failed miserably at appearing impassive.
“What’s up, dude?” Moss said casually, as if someone was listening.
“Hey.” Llew eased past him into the kitchen, placing his book bag on the kitchen island. “Something smells good.”
Moss stalked over to him and hopped up on the hard surface, spreading his legs in invitation. “Come over here. I don’t like what’s been going on with us lately.”
“I don’t either,” Llew said, still not moving from his spot on the other side of the kitchen.
“Llewellyn. Come. Here.”
“I don’t even know why I’m here. We need to go back to being just friends, Moss. This isn’t a good idea. We’re not gonna be together in college, so I think it’s best we just stop doing this.” Llew’s throat was closing up with every word he spoke. He didn’t want that. God knows he didn’t. He wanted forever, but he knew deep down that Moss didn’t… or couldn’t.