Falling for the Geek

by R. Cayden

  Cass laughed and grabbed me from behind, squeezing me tight. “You had a crush on me,” he sang softly in my ear.

  “Maybe a small one,” I whispered. His embrace was so warm and firm, I had to nuzzle back into it. “You were kind of hot back then.”

  Cass rubbed my hips. “Back then?”

  I laughed. “You don’t mind?”

  “Mind? It’s hot! I’m just annoyed you didn’t tell me earlier.”

  I pressed my hand back and found the hem of his T-shirt, tugging on it as he held me. “I guess if you think it’s hot…”

  “Did you think about me when you jerked off?”

  I paused, his heartbeat against my back. “At least a few times.”

  He pushed his hand to my belly and up under my shirt. “You were a horny teenager for me,” he whispered in my ear.

  I laughed, wiggling back. “I can’t believe you didn’t notice that.”

  Cass let out a satisfied growl. “I’m noticing it now.”

  The door rattled again, and I jumped forward. My cock was stiff in my jeans, and I had to turn to the side, looking away from Leo as I adjusted myself.

  “Everything good?” Cass asked, his hands over his bulge.

  “Just never leave your husband for an up-and-coming social media star, especially not during a reelection campaign.”

  Cass nodded. “I can safely say I will never make that mistake.”

  Leo waved his phone. “I saw Mom texted back,” he said.

  I grabbed my own phone, then opened up the message. She and a few of her friends sat together on the bus to another museum trip, all waving and smiling. Mom had added a filter, though, so they all had antlers and Rudolph noses, too.

  Cass peeked over my shoulder. “Very cute.”

  I scrolled back, then showed him the photos with the Santa beard. “She used to dress like Santa for us every Christmas Eve,” I explained.

  “Like, until Shawn was twelve,” Leo laughed. “We begged her that we were too old, so it was just the Santa hat after that.”

  Cass chuckled. “Damn, your mom was pretty good, wasn’t she? I remember, anytime we got in trouble, she would just show up concerned about what was going on with you. I used to go to dinner drunk on a weekday, and my parents wouldn’t even notice.”

  “On the nights they made it home for dinner,” Leo added.

  Cass nodded. “They lived at their jobs, but it’s not like your mom was slacking.”

  “Single moms are amazing,” I agreed. “And we had a really special one.”

  I kept my eyes on Cass. There was that tinge of sadness in his eyes again, and I wished I could reach out and grab his hand. The conversation reminded me that I didn’t know nearly as much about his family as he did about mine, and I promised myself I would ask him more later. He might defer like he did earlier in the summer, but now that we were closer, I wanted to at least give him an opportunity to talk about it.

  “What do you boys say?” Leo asked. “Want to help me fire up the grill?”

  We all agreed and started to make our way inside, but Cass grabbed my shoulder, stopping me briefly.

  “What?” I whispered, turning to him. He had that wolfish look in his eyes, which sent a thrill to my gut.

  “I don’t want to wait until Leo leaves,” he whispered back. “I want to make your crush dreams come true tonight.”

  I shook my head quickly. “He’s sleeping on the couch. I don’t know how—”

  “Hey!” Leo threw the door back open and stuck his head out. “Come on. I need help carrying all this stuff.”

  “Right, coming!”

  “Tonight?” Cass whispered.

  I bit down on my lip and nodded. “Tonight.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Cass

  “Cass,” Shawn hissed. “Cass!”

  I sat up straight in bed. “Come in!” I whispered

  We hadn’t called the evening until midnight, and for a half an hour, I’d been lying in there, thinking about Shawn. With Leo tossing and turning on the couch, I wasn’t sure how to make my way to him, but it didn’t surprise me that Shawn had figured it out first.

  He closed the door quietly behind him, then snuck to the bed. “I shared a bedroom with Leo for eight years. I could dance around all night without waking him up,” he whispered.

  I laughed under my breath as Shawn took a seat on the bed, right by my thighs. We’d jerked off together outside plenty and on the couch a couple of times, but never in one of our bedrooms. It was intimate in a new way, and a different kind of hunger throbbed when I looked at him there.

  I definitely enjoyed having a man in my bed, it turned out. And especially this one.

  I hooked my arm over Shawn’s shoulder, then pulled him close for a kiss. I was wearing my boxers, and he was in a short pair of boxer briefs and a loose T-shirt. He took his glasses off and set them on the nightstand. We pressed our bodies together, and he writhed against me, kissing at my neck as I laid back, one hand flat against the sheet and the other grabbing his side.

  “Fuck,” I gasped. “I was really used to getting off with you every day. My balls hurt just looking at you.”

  Shawn laughed loudly, then flew his hands over his mouth, stifling it. We both glanced to the door for a tense second, then laughed under our breath.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “It’s just that every now and then you say something that reminds me you’re kind of a straight guy.”

  “What, you’re telling me gay guys don’t get blue balls?” I grabbed at his waist, squeezing. “If I’m bisexual, does that mean only one of my balls is going to hurt from now on?”

  Shawn laughed and lowered himself onto my lap, his knees folded at my hips. “I hope that neither of your balls hurts,” he laughed, then reached out a hand, palming my sack through my boxers. “I’m too attached.”

  I grabbed his wrist, holding his hand there. My balls pulsed, hot as coals, and I groaned under my breath from the sensation. “What did you use to think about?” I whispered. “When you had a crush on me.”

  Shawn licked his tongue across his bottom lip, then rubbed his palm against my sack. “I had this fantasy where you walked me home after school, and when we came inside, I gave you a blowjob.”

  I hitched my hips, another flare of desire shooting through my muscles. “With those pretty lips?” I asked, then drew my hand over his and shoved my boxers down.

  Shawn took me in his hand and stared down at me with a pained, eager look in his eyes. I watched his lips, slightly parted and perfectly curved. It was so hot to me that he had been crushing on me all that time. I had been clueless; I didn’t even know enough to consider him. But Shawn had known, and it made this intense attraction I was feeling to him even stronger, knowing there were years of buildup behind it.

  Shawn rubbed at his erection, straining his boxer briefs. “Can I?” he whispered.

  I fisted my cock, bouncing it. I was fat and hard, and the blue vein that ran down my shaft was throbbing. “Fuck yeah.”

  Shawn lowered himself forward, then wrapped his lips around my cock. His breath was hot against my crown, and his lips closed into a soft, wet seal, tugging and sliding my length. I groaned with deep satisfaction and grabbed the back of his head, curling my fingers in his hair.

  He pulled his lips back and turned his eyes up to me. “Is that good?”

  “Fuck is it ever,” I groaned, and Shawn fell forward, throwing a hand over my mouth as he laughed to shush me.

  I grabbed his ass, squeezing him close. “Fuck is it ever,” I whispered.

  Shawn giggled, then crawled back down my body, kissing and licking at the whole way. His lips were so soft and warm, my cock thickened in response.

  I trailed my fingers in his hair. “I’m obsessed with those lips.”

  “Yeah?” Shawn palmed my shaft, his breath hot across my crown. “I really like your cock.”

  Shawn darted his tongue across my slit, licking up the fat drop o
f precum that was waiting for him. I clenched my jaw, burying a groan as I rode my hips down into the mattress.

  His mouth was warm and tight, and his tongue lapped the seam of my cock. When I looked at Shawn, desire flooded me from my skull down. I saw the curve of his ass, wiggling in the air, and the curls of his hair, soft between my fingers. He kept whimpering and pulling his lips back long enough to whisper how much he wanted me.

  “Taste so good,” he gasped, then swallowed me down again.

  I thrust my hips, desperate to feel more. Shawn whimpered louder, then took me to the back of his throat. His hand found my balls, tight against my body, and when he started rolling them, I rode the edge of an orgasm.

  Outside the room, Leo yawned loudly. I grabbed the sheet with both hands, gritting my teeth, and Shawn and I went still. He held my shaft by the base in a tight fist, and with his mouth only a few inches away, his breath played across my crown.

  “Babe,” I whispered, as quietly as I could, my orgasm throbbing. “Babe!”

  Shawn looked at me, then at the cock in front of his lips, then slowly released me.

  I gasped as I leaned back against the pillow, listening as Leo walked to the kitchen, ran the sink, and then wandered to the bathroom. Shawn slapped his hand over his eyes when his brother peed with the door open, and we both held our breath as his footsteps returned to the couch.

  Shawn looked at my cock, needy, then up to me.

  “Shawn,” I whispered, nervous. “He’s still awake.”

  But my cock was twitching against my abs, dripping precum. Shawn kept staring at it, his hands on my hips as he leaned close again.

  “Shhh,” he whispered, a finger over his lips.

  My eyes rolled back in my head as he took me between his lips, teasing me with his tongue. All my muscles trembled, desire pulsing from my balls, heavy with cum. I bit my finger as Shawn pursed his lips around my shaft, then dragged them up and down with a perfect suction.

  My mouth flew open with a soundless cry, and finally, with a thrust against the back of Shawn’s throat, I shot my load. It rocketed through me, quaking all my muscles as Shawn swallowed me with quiet, wet whimpers.

  I grabbed the back of his head and finished shooting into his mouth. Shawn pulled his lips back, and his dazed, open-mouthed smile told me that he’d swallowed my load.

  I caught my breath, then pulled him up on my chest. “That was amazing,” I whispered straight into his ear.

  He moaned and curled up close. “Yeah it was.”

  I reached down to squeeze his ass, wanting to feel all of him. “So what else happened in that fantasy?” I whispered.

  He laughed into my chest. “Nothing we can do now. I can still hear Leo tossing and turning.”

  I stroked the side of his head. “If I can be quiet through that orgasm,” I whispered, “then you can be quiet through this one.”

  I grabbed Shawn by the shoulders and spun around, placing him against the mattress on his back. He gasped and bit down on his lip. “Cass,” he whispered.

  I grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs, then tugged them down. I hadn’t really thought ahead about going down on Shawn or what that would feel like for me, but after getting such an amazing blowjob, it suddenly felt like the only thing I could do. The whole universe was pointing in that direction, and I was more than happy to oblige.

  “So pretty,” I whispered as I took his stiff pink cock in my hand, curling my fingers around it slowly. It fit perfectly, curving in a way that was nice to squeeze and stroke. I already knew how fun it was to play with Shawn and make him wiggle and moan. It was about time I learned what I could do with my mouth, too.

  “Oh Cass, oh Cass,” Shawn gasped, then pulled a pillow over his face. I ran my tongue up his shaft, tasting him. He was sweet and salty like sweat, and when I reached his pretty tip, I wanted nothing more than to swallow him down.

  Shawn whimpered as his cock slid between my lips. I dropped my jaw to take him in and reached my hand up, pawing at his chest. Shawn grabbed it with both of his hands, holding me tight, and it was like we were a circuit, shot through with electricity.

  My cock was half-hard and still tender between my legs. I palmed myself as I swallowed Shawn, sucking and lapping at him. All my instincts kicked in, telling me how to tease him with my mouth, and Shawn rewarded me with a stream of precum.

  He let out a low whimper from behind the pillow, then tossed it aside. I looked up and saw his face, achingly open, right as his crown landed at the back of my throat. Shawn’s entire body started shaking and twitching, and his cock throbbed in my mouth, shooting a salty stream of cum.

  I swallowed and then swallowed again. It was warm down my throat, and I wanted every drop that I had earned.

  I released Shawn’s cock, and it flapped against his abs, still hard. His face was pink and sweaty, and he looked as happy as I’d ever seen him.

  I crawled up on top. “How was my first time sucking cock?” I whispered in his ear.

  Shawn twitched. “Like a pro,” he whispered back, his lips flicking my ear.

  I laughed and laid back beside him. Shawn turned on his side and pressed his hand against my chest, right over my heart.

  “Why don’t you stay for a minute,” I whispered. “Wait until you’re sure Leo has fallen back asleep.”

  Shawn nodded. “Sure,” he said.

  I nodded, relieved I wasn’t going to have to say goodbye to the good feeling I got by holding him in my arms. Even just a few minutes together would be nice, I thought, and closed my tired eyes.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Shawn

  The next morning, I woke up with a startle. Cass’s arm was wrapped around my shoulder, and our feet were tangled together at the end of the bed. It took me a second to remember the night before and realize that we must have fallen asleep.

  Damn it. It felt so, so good to be there with him. I could smell him on the sheets, and his breath was warm on the back of my neck. It grounded me, rooting me in his touch and the security I now felt when I was with him.

  But that didn’t mean I got to stay. I kissed his arm lightly, grabbed my glasses, and then crawled out of bed and snuck into the kitchen. I was only there a minute, drinking water and staring out the window as I tried to wake up, until I heard the bathroom flush.

  “Oh hey,” Leo said, wandering out. “Morning.”

  I stared for a second like I had been caught, then puffed out a slow breath.

  I really was good at sneaking around Leo, even after all those years.

  “Morning,” I said. “You’re up early.”

  Leo stood on his toes, looking over the counter. “Cute undies.”

  My cheeks warmed as I laughed. I had picked flattering underwear, for obvious reasons. I held my glass in the air, then waved it. “I was just getting some water. I’ll come back down in a minute, and we can make breakfast before you go?”

  “Yum, breakfast,” Cass said, emerging from the bedroom in his boxers and a gray robe I’d only glimpsed a couple times before. “Should I make an omelet?”

  Leo laughed. “Oh, you make omelets now?”

  Cass shoved the back of Leo’s head as he walked by. “If you came to visit, you’d know that.”

  I ran upstairs to compose myself and put on a pair of pants before Cass looked at me the wrong way and I was stuck with an erection again. The morning was beautiful, and the birds were calling outside, and when I peeked out the window, I saw the morning dew glisten on the grass. For some reason, that made me think of the time I spent in the house as a kid, and I felt sad that Leo was leaving.

  When I got back downstairs, the guys had turned the kitchen upside down making breakfast. Leo had the sleeves on his T-shirt rolled up as he attempted to improvise waffles, sending clouds of flour into the air. There was a carton of eggs sitting out next to some cups of coffee, and Cass was standing over the trash can and slicing the green parts off of strawberries.

  It was nice to see the two of them togeth
er. I remembered how important their friendship used to feel to me. Even when Leo and I were fighting, the time I spent with Cass felt like I still had a connection to him.

  After we all had eaten our full of way too much breakfast food, I gathered the plates. “I’ll clean,” I said. “You should get your stuff together, Leo.”

  “Right.” He glanced at his phone. “I should make a call before I go, too.” He drank from his mug, then set it down with the phone. “That reminds me, Cass, I almost forgot.”

  Cass leaned back on the counter. “Forgot what?”

  “I was talking to a friend who was a music agent last week. I told her what happened with you and Twice Shattered. She says now would be a great time to capitalize on their success, even if you’re going in a different direction.”

  Cass frowned. “Capitalize on what? What the hell does that mean?”

  I dropped the drain plug in the sink, then flipped on the hot water. I knew exactly where Leo was going, and I was sure Cass would hate it.

  “She said she’d represent you. There’s always a couple big label bands looking for a new drummer or a backup for a tour.”

  Cass sighed and drummed his knuckles on the counter. “Leo…”

  “What?” Leo asked. “That’s a huge opportunity. Even if you don’t want to tour with Twice Shattered, maybe there’s another band you do want to tour with.”

  “I’m fine just like I am,” Cass said, his voice tired. “Nothing wrong with the way I’m making a living, Leo.”

  “Right,” Leo pushed, “but you could just talk to my friend. She wouldn’t charge you anything to just talk to her, and maybe when you hear more—”

  “Leo,” I interrupted. “He said he didn’t want to.”

  Leo frowned and looked at me. “Oh no,” he said. “Are you two teaming up on me? I knew you were getting too comfortable with each other. I should have never stuck you in a house together.”

  Cass gave me a relieved smile, then smirked at Leo. “Yes,” he said smugly. “Shawn and I are teaming up on you.” He stood, then threw his arm over my shoulder, squeezing me tight. “Isn’t that right, Shawn?”