Recap: Drew’s cock stayed rock hard after our first blowjob at the gym, so we moved to the showers. The steam made everything hotter, and I washed him slow, teasing his slick skin before dropping to my knees again. I gagged and swallowed as I gave him a second round, making him come hard and breathless. He admitted no girl had ever done that for him. We joked about me being his new workout ritual until a text from Jason popped up.
I was still dripping wet, towel half-slung around my waist, when my phone buzzed: “Were you seriously sucking off my brother in the gym?”
The text lit up the screen like it was glowing. Jason. I stared at it too long. My heart did something stupid in my chest.
Behind me, Drew was still under the water, head tipped back, hands braced on the tile, letting the heat soak into his shoulders. Steam curling around him. His whole body relaxed like he hadn’t just changed the entire trajectory of my week.
I didn’t say anything. Just locked my phone, slid it under my towel, and stepped out of the steam. I grabbed my bag. Got dressed without looking at him. My throat still tasted like his cum.
Drew finally shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He looked wiped, hair dripping, abs still flexing like his body didn’t know it was over. I couldn’t look him in the eye. “You good?” he asked, rubbing at his face.
“Yeah,” I said too fast. “Thanks for the workout.”
He blinked. Then smirked.
“Anytime,” he said. Then, right before I turned, he stepped close and kissed the side of my neck.
Just a quick press of his lips. Warm. Barely a second. “Thanks for the blowjob, man. One of the best I've gotten."
I didn’t breathe. I nodded. I think I mumbled something like “Sure,” but I was already moving, slipping past him into the locker room.
—
By the time I got to the parking lot, it was pitch black, everything felt quieter than it should’ve. I tossed my bag into the back seat, went around to the driver’s side and stopped.
The front tire. Slashed.
“What the f....”
“Yo,” Drew called, jogging over, t-shirt now thrown over his still-wet chest, towel around his neck. “You okay?”
I pointed.
He swore under his breath. “Dude. What the fuck.”
“I don’t know who...”
“Someone must’ve really had it out for you.”
I shook my head. “Nah. No way. It’s not that serious.”
I rubbed my face. “I can Uber home.”
“To where?” he cut in. “It’s too late for all that. You look like shit and your throat’s probably still wrecked from earlier. Just crash at mine.”
I hesitated. “I… don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Drew leaned against the car, crossed his arms. “Come on. I ain’t gonna fuck you. My dick’s all tired.”
I snorted. “Yeah, okay.”
“You think I’m joking?” he smirked. “I’m fucking tapped out. I’m gonna pass out as soon as I hit the bed. You’re the one who’s gonna be disappointed.”
“It’s not that,” I said, scratching my neck. “It’s Jason. I haven’t seen him since we broke up. Haven’t spoken. I’m not tryna..."
“Bro,” Drew said, stepping closer. His hand landed on my shoulder, firm. “Jason’s not the boss of this house. It’s just a bed. You’re not gonna sleep on the sidewalk.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Come on,” he said, already opening his car door. “You’re unlucky tonight. That’s all.”
—
His place was exactly how I remembered it.
Protein powder tubs on the kitchen counter. A half-empty shaker bottle still crusty in the sink. Cardboard takeout boxes stacked like they were part of the decor. No coasters. No framed photos. Just gym gear, old hoodies, and that same fucking couch.
The couch Jason and I used to make out on.
I didn’t mean to look at it for that long, but I guess Drew noticed. He glanced at me, then nodded toward the hallway.
“My room,” he said. “Come on.”
I followed.
Jason was nowhere in sight. Probably holed up in his own room with his headphones in or something. Or maybe he already knew I was here and was waiting. I couldn’t tell which was worse.
Drew’s door creaked open, same messy chaos I remembered...weights under the desk, laundry half-folded, a bunch of hoodies draped over a chair. A big monitor on his desk showing the live feed from the gym security cams.
He tossed his gym bag on the floor, dropped his phone on the nightstand, and peeled his shorts down without a word. No shame. Just white briefs clinging to his thighs.
He fell back onto the bed with a sigh, arms above his head, legs wide, dick half-tilted under the cotton like he didn’t care I was standing right there watching.
“You take the bed,” he muttered, not even opening his eyes. “I’m too tired for round two anyway. Don’t get your hopes up, Romeo.”
I rolled my eyes, but my face was hot.
Drew didn’t move. Didn’t say goodnight. Didn’t even turn toward me. Just lay there breathing, chest rising slow.
And me?
I stood there for a second too long, feeling like I was 18 again, sneaking around this place for a kiss on that fucking couch. Except now I was in his brother’s room. Watching his brother sleep in his underwear.
My ex was just down the hall.
I slid into bed with Drew, careful not to bump him, though he didn’t even stir. Just lay there on his back, one arm flopped across the pillow, briefs riding low on his hips.
I rolled to my left, stared at the ceiling for a while. Time passed. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes. I heard nothing except the soft hum of the fan and Drew’s steady breathing. I glanced over. He was totally out. Probably from the workout… or from the fact that I’d just sucked his soul out in the shower. A faint patch of stubble along his jaw. He looked peaceful. Maybe a little too peaceful for someone who got blown by his younger brother’s ex an hour ago.
I couldn’t sleep.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and unlocked it. The screen lit up the dark room. I turned the brightness down and opened our old thread: me and Jason’s.
The messages were still there.
So were the pictures. Us on the beach. At some music fest. Me wearing his hoodie. Him in nothing but a towel, smirking at me. I didn’t delete any of it. Maybe part of me knew this wasn’t really over. Or maybe I just liked the hurt.
I scrolled slower. Stared at the last message.
Were you seriously sucking off my brother in the gym?
The bubble sat there, threatening. Heavy. Unread.
And then it happened. Three dots popped up. My heart dropped to my stomach.
They disappeared.
Came back.
Then the message appeared from Jason.
I know you’re here. Come to my room.
My chest locked up.
Fuck.
Drew was still passed out beside me, one arm flopped above his head, mouth parted slightly. His tight white underwear had ridden up his thigh in his sleep, the curve of his ass half-visible beneath the cotton. He looked peaceful in that messed-up way only a guy does when he knows he’s the one being wanted. I didn’t let myself look too long.
Just slid out from under the covers, grabbed my phone, and tiptoed out of his room, bare chest prickling with leftover sweat and nerves. The hallway was dim, carpet cool beneath my feet. Jason’s door was cracked open. Of course it was. Like it had been waiting for me to come to my senses.
I didn’t knock. Just pushed it open and stepped inside. The door creaked softly under my palm.
I don’t know what I expected. Maybe yelling. A storm. But Jason didn’t move. He was still, leaning against the dresser, half in shadow, arms loose at his sides. The sharp line of his jaw caught a sliver of hallway light. His expression was unreadable. Not angry. Not smug. Just still.
I closed the door behind me, heartbeat thudding in my ears. .The bulge in my underwear still obvious from sleeping so close beside Drew all night.. the guilt clinging to my skin like static. My whole body buzzed, like it already knew this was a mistake.
Jason’s eyes dropped to my hips. Then climbed back up, slow. Like he could smell where I’d just been. “I always knew you were eyeing my brother,” he said. His voice was low, flat.
My throat clenched. “What?”
He stepped forward once, casual, but precise. “Even when we were together. I’d catch you looking.”
I shook my head, barely. “That’s not fair.”
Jason didn’t blink. “Was I not enough for you?”
That one hit harder than I wanted it to. I felt it in my gut. “You’re the one who dumped me,” I snapped, trying to keep my voice level. “Don’t act like I cheated. You ghosted me and broke up with me.”
He let out a scoff, but it was more bitter than smug. His feet shifted on the carpet like he was resetting his stance.
“And then what?” he said, stepping closer. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his bare chest gleamed in the faint light. “You waited, what...two weeks? Before deepthroating my brother in the gym like it was some fantasy you’d been choking down since high school?”
“Shut up.”
“You were gagging on his dick like it was the answer to a question you’d been too afraid to ask,” he said, voice sharp and even. “Was it? Did he taste how you imagined?”
I clenched my fists, jaw tight. “Jason....”
“Did you swallow?” he whispered, almost thoughtfully now. “ did he paint your throat?”
I felt the heat crawl up my neck. His words were knives, and I hated that they landed. Hated how much he still knew where to cut. He took another step, almost curious. “I saw how you looked at him. Even back then. We’d be on the couch, and your eyes would drift. You think I didn’t notice?”
“That’s not true.”
He didn’t stop. “You think I didn’t feel it?”
I backed up, until my shoulders hit the wall. His shadow moved with mine.
“I didn’t want this,” I said, voice unsteady. “I loved you.”
He tilted his head. “Loved?”
“I still.." My voice cracked. I couldn’t finish the sentence. I didn't want him to know I still loved him.
Jason’s eyes didn’t waver. His thumb was now on my lip, rough now, a little pressure behind it. “Did these lips do all the work today?” he said quietly. “Bet he liked that. All those years you spent practicing on my cock, and now you go show off your oral skills on my brother?” He laughed, but it wasn’t funny. “That’s not fair.”
“Jason...stop.”
Instead of stopping, he reached for my hand. Took it, firm and casual, and pressed it down against his crotch. His cock was already hard beneath the fabric. Thick. Heavy.
“Look,” he said. “You still get me like this. To this day. Just showing up with that fat, jiggly ass of yours. Those luscious lips. You know exactly what you do to me. You think that ever went away?"
“Jason...” My voice was smaller now. But I didn’t pull my hand away.
He stared at me. “You don’t want this?” His fingers dipped into the waistband of his sweats, tugging them low. “Walk away.” Then, slower, rougher: “But if you stay...”
He let them fall.
His cock dropped out, half-shadowed by the dim light, thick, heavy and veiny.. Uncut. Curved. Just like I remembered. My stomach turned over. He was already leaking. Still trim like he used to be, he’d always shaved for me, because I’d once made a joke about hating hair in my mouth and he never forgot.
He caught me staring.
“Last chance,” he said, tone almost flat. “I’ll put it back if you don’t want it.”
I hesitated.
I should’ve left. I should’ve walked out and shut that door and gone back to Drew’s room and tried to sleep beside the boy whose dick had been in my throat earlier that night. The boy I didn’t love. Not the way I had loved Jason. But the boy I was insanely attracted to.
But I didn’t move.
Fuck you, I thought. Fuck you for making me feel this way. For ghosting me and then pulling me back in like you never left. I hated him. And I wanted him. Still. So fucking bad.
I looked down at his cock again. I remembered everything. The way he liked it held. The way his body jerked if I used my tongue right under the head. The way he used to moan when he grabbed my hair and pushed me down slowly, whispering, “babyyy.”
I sank to my knees without a word.
Jason didn’t smile. He just exhaled; quiet and sharp and stepped forward into the space I left open. His hand cupped the back of my head as I leaned in.
My mouth parted. I licked the underside of his shaft once, slow, just to feel the weight of it again. The taste of him. The salt. The heat. It was the same and it wasn’t. Older. Dirtier. Better.
He twitched in my mouth when I finally took him in, lips sliding over the crown, tongue curled underneath. His fingers curled hard in my hair, not guiding, just anchoring. I looked up at him, and the expression on his face, somewhere between regret and ownership, almost broke me.
My jaw ached, but I didn’t stop.
I didn’t want to.
The only sound was his breath, quick and shaky, and the soft wet slide of my mouth as I worked him deeper. My palms pressed to his hips for balance. My own dick strained in my briefs. I was leaking too, I could feel it now, sticky against the cotton.
Jason’s voice finally came, low and hoarse. “God, you’re still so fucking good at this.”
I moaned around him. Let the vibrations do the rest.
He didn’t say anything else. Just stood there. Let me do it. Let me have him again, at least like this.
And in that dark, quiet room, I let everything else disappear. Drew. Regret. Even love. All of it dissolved in the way Jason’s cock pulsed on my tongue.
We didn’t finish. Not yet. The moment hung, heavy and open, like something unfinished. Something we’d come back to.
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