“I—”
“Amos, you got a second?”
I startle and jump in my seat slightly as I look up and see Colin standing next to our booth. I quickly try to pull my hand off Xavier’s dick, but he holds it in place and continues to force my hand up and down his shaft.
“Uh, yeah. I can spare a sec,” I tell him nervously.
With a nod, Colin sits down in the booth across from us, running both of his hands back through his hair before he places them on the tabletop and starts to pick at his fingernails.
“I don’t want things to be weird,” he starts quietly. “And I know that I probably acted like a deer caught in headlights, but you have to see it from my point of view.”
Xavier lets out a shaky breath next to me as he sits up slightly, then shoves my hand further into his briefs. I cup his balls, giving them a firm squeeze, all while trying to keep an interested look on my face as Colin continues to stumble over his next sentence.
“I hope you know I don’t care,” he mumbles as he drops his hands from the table and looks into my eyes. I watch as he shoots a curious glance at Xavier who’s trying so hard to control his breathing right now. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. Just winded, I guess,” I respond with a shrug.
His eyes linger on him for a moment before he looks back toward me and nods.
“Anyway, if you want to take off ahead of schedule it’s fine. I’m pretty sure the crowds are going to start heading home soon, so I don’t think it’ll be busier than we can handle.”
I smile at him as I shift in my chair, taking the opportunity to move my hand back to Xavier’s shaft and digging my fingernails into it.
He grunts from the quick spurt of pain as I go back to stroking his length.
“Um, I think I’ll stick it out,” I say as I steal a glance at my brother. He looks like he’s ready to come with another three strokes, so it’s time to get Colin out of the booth.
“I’ll be back there in a sec, okay?” I say to him with a smile.
He nods and gets to his feet, and giving my brother a small wave, he shoves his hands into his pockets then heads back to the kitchen.
Just in time, I think in relief as Xavier’s cum begins to seep through my fingers after another tug on his dick.
“You don’t have to wait. I’m here ’til three,” I say as I pull my hands out of his briefs and reach across him for the napkin dispenser. I begin to wipe my hands clean as I get to my feet.
“No. I’m staying,” he insists as he struggles to sit back up.
Glancing down at my hands, I notice a small streak of cum on my thumb.
“Hey,” I say as I ball up the napkin in my other hand.
Xavier looks up at me as he tries to compose himself. Holding his eyes, I slip my thumb into my mouth, savoring the taste of him again, before I slowly let it slip out from between my lips.
A wolfish grin takes over half his face as he reaches for his cold cup of coffee and I toss the napkin at his chest.,
“Keep thinking about that until I clock out.”
Chapter Thirteen
Xavier
Cocky little shit, I think with amusement as I tuck the napkin in my pocket and straighten myself out. Stretching my arms above my head I down the dregs of my coffee and grimace. This tastes even worse cold.
Once I’ve taken another minute to compose myself, I get to my feet and head to the restrooms to splash some water on my face. Rubbing the back of my neck with my damp hand, I let out a sigh as the cool water seeps into my hot skin.
I inspect my reflection in the mirror, noticing the faint rings around my eyes and the slight redness in my cheeks. Jeez, what am I doing right now? Shaking my head at my tired reflection, I glance behind me at the pine door leading back into the diner.
What is it about Amos that’s drawing me to him like this? Up until now I’ve been content to play the insensitive, asshole big brother, but everything seems to have become twisted and warped, and instead of fucking with his life, I just wanna fuck him.