This was… odd. Affectionate and sweet and completely unconscious.
I should stop, but Jules was cum drunk again, and he seemed to like it, so why not. It wasn’t like he’d remember this in a few minutes anyway.
I held him up, shifting him in my arms.
“Angry Ash has mad skills,” he mumbled.
I chuckled against his back.
“You still want me to thank you? ‘Cause I totally will. That was the best dick ever. Five stars. Ten out of ten. Would get fucked by it again.”
He dissolved into giggles, leaning back on me limply.
“Breathe, Jules.” I rubbed one hand over his stomach, then slipped it under his shirt and scratched his soft skin. “Just breathe. You’ll start thinking clearly again soon.”
“Mmm’kay.”
He felt good in my arms, too good.
This needed to end.
Sex with Jules was amazing. Hands down the best I’d ever had. But it was dangerous. It made me forget things, made me feel… wanted. Like someone actually gave a fuck about me.
But it was all an illusion.
Jules didn’t want me. He wanted my dick. I was still his annoying stepbrother, whom he hated.
That was fine because that was who he was to me too.
Is he really?A voice at the back of my head asked.Do you really hate him?
Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I focused on Jules and how he was doing.
He seemed a bit more alert, more in control of himself, but he was still leaning back against me and letting me hold him, so he obviously wasn’t completely with it yet.
The moment reality hit and he realized where he was and what we’d just done, he stiffened.
I let go of him and stepped back.
He stayed still against the wall, his posture rigid and uncomfortable.
“It doesn’t have to be awkward. It happened. We wanted it. It’s over. No need to freak out.”
“Right.” He pulled his pants up but refused to look at me. “No big deal.”
“And it’s not like it’s going to happen again. No matter how bratty you get,” I added pointedly, smiling when his ears went pink.
“I’m never bratty.”
“You are.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree. But you’re right. It can’t happen again.”
Something in my stomach flipped over at the finality in his tone.
Good. This was good.
It meant we were on the same page.