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.Johnny released him and collapsed into his seat, wrapping the hand he’d used to get Brennan off around his own dick.He gave it a few leisurely pulls, the slickness of Brennan’s cum acting as lubrication, and added his own to the mix a couple of moments later, his second orgasm stretching longer than the first, diffusing through his limbs like slow-flowing honey.He was panting when it was over, his body strung taut, but gradually he became aware of his surroundings again.The realization of what had just happened, out in public and in broad daylight no less, had him bolting upright and peering around in horror.He couldn’t see anyone around, but he was too alarmed to feel any kind of relief.How could he have let things get so out of hand? What the hell was wrong with him? What if there had been kids playing nearby? Or, worse yet, a cop driving past? God, what a shitstorm that would have been.Johnny glanced sideways at Brennan.He was slumped against the door, eyes closed and a blissful expression on his face.His pants were still open and cum stained his underwear and the bottom of his shirt.Seeing it reminded Johnny that he still hadn’t cleaned himself up.He leaned over and opened the glove compartment, snagging a couple of napkins from the stash he kept inside.He used them to wipe himself off as best he could and tossed them onto the floorboard.After redoing his pants, he put the car into drive and pulled out onto the street without saying a word.Brennan straightened when the car started moving.He tucked himself back into his jeans and pulled up his zipper.“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he said, reaching over to grab Johnny’s hand and thread their fingers together.“I can’t believe you came twice in a row.You were so fucking hot.”Johnny yanked his hand away and placed it on the steering wheel, gripping it with white-knuckled tension.“What is it?” Brennan asked, not quite able to hide the hurt in his tone.“What’s wrong?”Johnny shook his head.This thing between them, it was too dangerous.Johnny had never been so desperate for someone that he’d literally forgotten where he was.Until Brennan.He didn’t like feeling so out of control, as if his body was acting of its own free will, against his reservations and better judgment.So many things could have gone wrong, but his desire for Brennan made him reckless.“Johnny?”“We can’t do this anymore.”“What?”“I mean it, Bren.We just can’t.”“I don’t understand.”They reached the rental house then.Johnny parked the Challenger and cut the engine, but he didn’t make any move to get out of the car.Neither did Brennan.Johnny took a deep breath and turned to face him.Brennan’s eyes were wide and his mouth trembled.He was obviously fighting to keep his emotions in check and probably only seconds away from failing.Johnny wished he could spare Brennan any additional pain, but there were no other options.He’d do what needed to be done.“This was a mistake.This and everything else that’s happened between us.”Brennan flinched away from his words.“Why are you saying this? Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”“You can’t be that surprised, Brennan.I told you from the very beginning that we aren’t in a relationship.This is, and has always been, about fucking.”“But I thought that when… I thought you’d changed your mind… after that night.”That night.When days of yearning had culminated in Johnny taking him on the floor with rough urgency and then later allowing Brennan to top him for the first time, face-to-face, slow and gentle and sweet.But none of that mattered.Brennan was leaving, moving on to greener pastures and greater things.If he thought he had something with Johnny, something lasting, he might want to stay.And later he might regret having chosen Johnny and his nomadic existence over moving to Indianapolis and being near his family, going to college, meeting someone who could love him the way he wanted.What if Brennan picked Johnny and then one day he looked back and resented his decision? Maybe Johnny was getting ahead of himself by contemplating those things, but what was the point in risking it? Their relationship, or lack thereof, could only end one way: badly.“Nothing’s changed,” Johnny said finally.“I know what you want and I can’t give it to you.”“I just want to be with you.I won’t ask for anything more.”Johnny sighed.“Don’t sell yourself short, kid.”“I’m not a kid.”“You know what I mean.You can do better than this.Better than me.”“Shouldn’t I be the judge of that?” Brennan’s voice broke on the last word, and he looked away, glancing out the front windshield, his jaw working.“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.I know you’re going to be leaving.There’s no point in dragging this out any further.”Brennan’s head jerked toward him in surprise.“How did you—?”“Your brother told me.When were you going to?”Brennan frowned, shrugging lightly.“I hadn’t decided for sure yet.”“What’s there to decide?” Johnny asked, searching Brennan’s face.“You can’t really want to stay with the Asylum crew forever.”“You have no idea what I want.” Brennan glared at Johnny, his amber eyes fierce.“And you know, that really amazes me because I thought I’d made it pretty obvious.”“Bren—”“No.We’re done here, aren’t we? You decided that.” He turned and pushed the car door open before Johnny could stop him.Johnny watched him run up the stairs and go into the house.He groaned, slamming his palms against the steering wheel.Fuck.That hadn’t gone as he’d intended.But he supposed the end result was the same one way or another.Whether Brennan was heartbroken or just pissed off, or some combination of both, Johnny had succeeded in driving him away.He’d done what he set out to do.He’d gotten what he wanted.Right?Chapter FourThe next several days passed with torturous slowness.Johnny hadn’t spoken to Brennan since their last conversation in his car.No one in the house had seemed to notice the sudden tension between them except for Cameron, though he never brought it up, at least not to Johnny.He knew Cam had talked to Brennan, though
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