What Matters Most by Bailey Bradford

Josh’s lips, nipping his chin, his jaw.
    “Come on, baby,” Nick ground out, patting Josh’s ass. “We’re giving your…friend…a heart attack.”
    “Friend?” Josh forced his legs to unwind. The reward was a rough rub of their clothed dicks as Josh slid down Nick’s taller body. Nick hissed, his hands clenching against Josh’s back and butt. “Oh.” Josh glanced aside and found Evan staring at them, one brow arched and a grimace on his handsome face. “Oh. Evan. He’s my brother-in-law, to me, anyway.”
    Yours, too.
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    “Yeah,” Evan muttered, “And I’ve officially been kind of scarred for life. Now I know why you cringe when you see any of us kissing.”
    “Or groping,” Josh added. “There’s always someone groping, and the walls are really thin, or y’all are really, really loud.”
    Evan blushed furiously, a dark shade Josh hadn’t seen on him before. It was great, he really wished he had a camera, or his phone—
    Nick snorted and traced the skin under Josh’s left eye. “Poor thing. No wonder you look so tired.”
    Evan let loose a strangled sound as Josh cocked a hip and glared up at Nick. “Really. I look tired. You were, what, tracing a bag under my eye?” Nick’s eyes widened as he seemed to realise where he’d screwed up. Josh ploughed on, because he hadn’t had any fun since…well, since Nick. “And you think saying sweet things like that is gonna get your dick sucked?”
    Nick’s entire body jerked, his arms tightening so that Josh was pressed up against him so tightly Josh could barely breathe. Evan just chortled and walked away.
    “I…” Nick swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly. “You can’t… Fuck, Josh! I don’t…” More swallowing as a look that was suspiciously close to panic lit Nick’s eyes.
    Oh yeah. Not. Gay. Idiot. Fucking Idiot! How could Josh have been so stupid? Nick had the deer in the headlights look, but Josh had been so caught up in the look before that, the one that practically shouted ‘I want you more than air, more than the next beat of my heart’.
    At least, that’s what Josh thought it meant, but he was obviously wrong, big erection jabbing him in the belly or not.
    “Sorry,” Josh mumbled, trying to back away. Nick’s arms tightened, forcing the air to gush from Josh’s lungs.
    “No,” Nick growled, the look in his dark eyes enough to still Josh’s struggles if the lung compression wasn’t. “Stop. We’ll talk inside.”
    That sounded ominous, and Nick’s gravel rough voice was so sexy Josh thought for sure his balls were going to crawl up his dick and spew out the end until he was completely and utterly drained of cum. Unable to do more than gasp, Josh nodded.
    “Good, that’s good,” Nick said before brushing his lips over Josh’s. “Now introduce me or whatever so we can be alone.” He loosened his grip only enough for Josh to draw easier breaths.
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    Josh waved Evan, who was by the tailgate holding Josh’s bag, over to them. “Evan, Nick, Nick, Evan.”
    Nick lifted one hand to shake Evan’s. “Nick…?” Evan asked.
    Josh realised he didn’t know. What if it was Calhoun?
    “Mendiola,” Nick answered.
    “Got it. Nick Mendiola. I’m Evan Caldwell,” Evan offered, “Josh seems to forget about last names.”
    Josh almost blurted out his—Nick didn’t know it, did he? But then Evan would
    wonder why Nick didn’t even know Josh’s last name, and that would just be awkward. Best to avoid the whole mess.
    “I can take the bag,” Nick said.
    Evan hesitated, looking from Josh to Nick then back again. Josh felt Nick tense against him.
    “I’m not going to hurt him.” Nick held his hand out.
    Evan shook his head. “No, I didn’t mean anything like that. I was just trying to figure out if Josh would need help up the stairs, and if I should carry the bag so you could—”
    Josh had no warning. One minute he was