Crossroads (Crossroads, #1)

by Riley Hart

“Let’s try this again... How does it feel to spend the day with your ex-girlfriend/best friend/woman your mother thinks you’re dating while pretending your current boyfriend is just a friend?”

“You fucking hit me!” Bryce’s hand was shaking as he wiped the blood from his bottom lip. “You fucking kissed me!”

Did they really make cocks that thick?

“What are we doing here, Bryce?” They were two straight guys, each screwing around with a man for the first time, when there were so many things standing in their way. They were a fucked up accident waiting to happen. “I don’t know.” Bryce’s hand was in his hair then. “I just know that I can’t imagine not doing it.”

“I’m almost there. Fuck, I’m almost—put your goddamned hand back on me!”

“You have to research sex?” Nick asked. “I’m sorry, I was under the impression you knew what you were doing when it came to that. How is it I’ve only been with one person besides you and I don’t have to research how to fuck?”

“How many demands do you have, Bryce? You just told me I’m putting a finger in your ass and your dick in my mouth in one shot.”

“Obviously. I’m going to turn you into my little cocksucker.”

And tonight they were watching porn. Gay porn. And he was supposed to give his first blowjob. You know, just a normal Saturday night. He was scared shitless.

If anyone else’s tune doesn’t go with yours, it’s just background noise.

Bryce grabbed his arm as Nick tried to walk by. “I’ll taste you, too. I want that. I want to try everything with you.”

Everything suddenly sounded like the biggest word in the English language.

“Cocksucking 101 is about to start.”

Bryce could only mutter three words. “Orgasm fucking heaven.”

“It snuck up on me as well. It’s like a magic-fucking button or something, and now I want to suck you off, too.” Bryce rolled so he lay on top of Nick. “And just so you know, I do plan on swallowing.”

Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend. Jamie had just called him Bryce’s boyfriend.

Don’t ever apologize for wanting me to be yours.

He was the definition of masculinity, down to the grease beneath his fingernails, yet looking at him now, Nick was pretty sure he didn’t even know what sexy was until he’d met the man standing in front of him.

“I’ve never known anyone like you—your honor and sense of right and wrong. Your kindness. You love so fucking big.”

“Do you want this?” Nick asked more quietly, “Want me?”

This answer was even easier. “So fucking much I can’t think clearly most of the time. It’s like you filled this place in my world that I didn’t know needed to be filled. Hell, I didn’t even know it was there before you came and claimed it. Wanting you is the only thing I’m sure of. I don’t know how it happened or why, but I know it’s there.”

“With that thick cock of yours, you’re going to fucking kill me. I’ll take it, though. Want to.

“I’m falling in love with you. I don’t know what it means for us, or how you feel about it, but I thought you should know.” Bryce rubbed a hand though Nick’s short hair. “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

“What’s wrong? Why are you in such a bad mood?” Nick asked from the driver’s seat of his car. “Do I really have to answer that? We’re on our way to an adult store to buy a dildo to train my ass to take your cock.” Apparently he not only didn’t take life seriously and had the potential to hurt those he cared about, but he couldn’t even be a gay man correctly.

And just like that...some of the worry disappeared. Bryce’s chest felt lighter, his head not quite as full. “So, you don’t think you’re better at being gay than I am?” Bryce winked at Nick. “Maybe a little.” Nick grinned.

“I’m a mom, Nick. I live on coffee.”

“Holy shit, Bry. You shouldn’t hide that big heart of yours behind laughs and the pretense of not taking things seriously. You’re human like the rest of us.”

“You don’t know shit about him. Don’t ever fucking talk about him like that again, do you hear me? It takes more of a man to take it than to give it, and let me tell you, I go fucking crazy for his dick. Nick is all man. More than you, asshole.”

All they wanted to do was be in a relationship with each other. Why did they have to wait for people to come around, or need other people to support them? The only thing that should matter was the fact that they cared about each other. End of story.

He’s the only person in my life I can tell you I’ve ever been in love with.”

It wasn’t Christi’s voice, Nick. It wasn’t a female voice at all. It was a guy. I think it was you.”

“What took you so long?” “It’s been fifteen minutes.” “Fifteen minutes too long.”

“There’s no walking away from him, Ma. He’s it for me.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way. If you change your mind, you’re welcome to come. And if you think there’s something wrong with the man your son is, then you don’t know him. He’s the best man I know.”

Why does everything have to be so black and white? Boy or girl? Gay or straight? Why does everything have to have a reason? Maybe some things don’t have reasons. Maybe they’re destined to be for no other reason than the fact that they are.”

Nick squeezed him tighter. “It’s a crossroads, Bryce. Which way are you going to go?”