Page 29 of Worth the Risk

“What do you want, Gregory?” he asked weakly.

“All sorts of things.”

“Give me a list then.”

“I want to know why you’ve spent half your life blaming me for what happened between us. I want to know what the past fifteen years has been like for you. I want to know how you met Verity. I want to know what these muscles of yours look like when they’re covered in my cum. Lots of things, Landon.”

Gregory reached across the table and picked up Landon’s coffee mug, taking a long drink.

“You still take your coffee black. That’s four things.”

Landon used the side of his fork to cut his eggs into pieces, his mind screaming all kinds of things at him that he couldn’t make sense of.

“You still snore,” Landon whispered.

“I breathe loudly,” Gregory countered with a laugh. “But nice try.”

For a time, the only sound was the scraping of Gregory’s fork as he moved food around his plate and into his mouth, the crunch of bacon, and the soft slurping of hot coffee. Landon watched Gregory eat, watched the muscles in his throat flex as he swallowed. He got up and refilled his coffee, coming back with a mug for Gregory.

“You know how I like my coffee,” Gregory observed. “So that’s one thing you still know about me.”

Landon chewed his thumbnail between his teeth and assessed Gregory as he continued to eat his breakfast. The things Gregory was asking of him shouldn’t be so hard. If he didn’t have a history with Gregory, Landon would be sitting here answering any question the man had about him, but for some reason, with Gregory, his tongue tied.

Gregorywasright, and Veritywasright. Their break-up was just as much Landon’s fault as it was Gregory’s. Landon knew, somewhere deep in the back of his mind, that a long distance relationship between two eighteen year-old boys wouldn’t have ever worked. Gregory was right; they would have resented each other, and then had nothing. But as it was now, they still resented each other and had nothing.

Resent was a strong word, though. Landon’s cock definitely didn’t resent anything about Gregory. In fact, it was vividly remembering everything it had thoroughly enjoyed about Gregory in the past. Maybe if he could just get Gregory to fuck him and get it out of his system, he could move on.

Yeah, right.

“Would you fuck me?” Landon blurted.

Gregory choked on his coffee. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you fuck me? Right here? Right now?”

Gregory stared at him with his lips parted and his eyes wide.

“I can’t fucking think straight with you here like this.” Landon waved his hand at Gregory’s naked chest. “All I can think about is the way your dick felt against my back all fucking night long. It’s driving me insane.”

Gregory’s pupils dilated and he stood, pushing his chair back noisily from the table. It toppled and clattered onto the tile floor. Landon stood up and met him halfway around the table.

“God, please,” Landon sighed, his shoulders deflating.

Gregory reached out, his fingers sliding around Landon’s throat, not hard enough to cut off the air, but only to hold him in place. Gregory searched Landon’s face, looked in his eyes and traced his lips.

“You want me to fuck you.”

Landon swallowed a whimper. “Yes, please.”

“Right here?”

Landon nodded.

“I don’t have lube. Condoms.”

Landon could feel Gregory’s pulse racing through his fingertips and battering against his throat. He reached between them and loosened the tie on his robe, displaying his hard cock. He was being ridiculous, but he couldn’t fucking think.

“I don’t care.”