7. Feelings

Brody felt like he was on top of the world on Monday morning when he entered his office. Last Saturday night went great, Callie came over and they spent the night kissing and making out. They both agreed to leave sex until their next date.

Well, it was her idea, obviously. His princess wanted both of them to think things through before going all the way. Brody knew she considered it knowing about him and Hendry, though Callie also knew that it didn't work out between them. What she didn't know was how Brody was still in love with his ex-housemate.

So, maybe postponing sex was a good idea after all. Though on that same day when evening came, Brody knew that he would jerk off in the shower the second he saw Hendry who looked perfectly handsome walking into his home like he owned the damn place. It was true that Hendry had been there too many times before. The man even had his own key. But when Hendry told him on the phone that he was bringing dinner, Brody was not expecting that he still felt the heat for the guy as he lazily parked his ass on the sofa. Not after he made out like crazy with Callie on the same damn seat just last Saturday.

"You're checking in on me, why? I told you I'm better. I even went out on a date with Callie, last Saturday." There, he threw it out there, and his heart skipped a beat when he clearly saw Hendry flinch and his jaw tightened.

"You're moving forward with the union?"

Brody laughed when he referred to what was going on between him and Callie as something so official, work-related, even when it was all social and necessary for both of their future.

"People had done this for centuries, Hendry, we'll survive and she was nice, beautiful, and turned out to be a good kisser." Again, it was like Brody was pushing his buttons when he was sharing too much with his ex.

"Brody, I don't need to know this."

There, it was the hammer that kept on stomping his heart. Brody had been let down by Hendry's hot and cold too many times already. He moved to the windows and looked out at the same view that he and Callie shared previously. Brody was such a mess, in the one hand he has Callie with her joyful spirit who was ready to take the leap with him, but on the other hand, he kept on torturing himself with what would never be between him and Hendry.

Brody should be over him when he saw the love of his life practically maul his assistant while he was sleeping on Hendry's sofa. But no, Brody had to be so fucked up in the head that he was still craving his attention.

"And why are you telling me this?" Hendry stepped behind him as he asked, he rested his hand on Brody's waist, kissing the back of his neck too fucking sweetly.

"N-nothing, I'm sorry," he stepped away from him but Hendry didn't let him, and his hold on him was getting tighter.

Hot...too damn hot. Brody's mind wandered to what could've been between them. Again.

"You know, there will always be an us. Even if you marry her. I don't mean that you'd cheat on her. I just... I need to adjust to your situation, I...you know I love you more than friends right?"

"You do?" Brody was shocked by his confession, this was not the fucked up situation that he wanted himself to be in. It felt like he was betraying both of them.

"I do," Hendry turned him, cradled his jaw, and caressed his thumb over his lips.

"Yet, you kissed your assistant," Brody couldn't help himself to get jealous knowing that he was not supposed to get jealous in the first place.

Hendry chuckled and told him that Sloan is a very sexy man, "That guy is a temptation, don't tell me that you don't find the man attractive?" he slipped a hand under Brody's t-shirt, feeling that familiar warmth on his well-defined abs.

"He...he's good-looking," Brody shrugged, trying with all his might to process Hendry's words when he said that he loves him and not be jealous about his confession for his PA.

"Sloan is handsome, though you're also so handsome. And I love you," he slipped his hand onto his strands and finally... finally pressed his lips to Brody's hungry ones.

"Oh, fuck, you taste so delicious, baby," Hendry's rough voice trickled down his spine and Brody was gone, nothing else in his whole world matter when they were in each other's arms.

Hot, still too damn hot.

"Hendry, we shouldn't," Brody moaned when his hand found his cock and started stroking it over his jeans.

"You're not married yet," Hendry growled and took their kiss deeper, and pushed him onto the sofa. Straddling him, pulling off his t-shirt and licking his neck, nipping and sucking while he grinds their dicks.

"Not yet," Brody's hands fumbled, unbuttoning their jeans and reaching down for their erections.

"Fuck, baby, do it," Hendry pushed his cock letting it slide in his grip. He was barely gripping both of their cocks when he moaned telling him to use both hands.

"Stroke us, Brody, come on..." Hendry seductive words made him lose it and Brody was fucking their cocks, frotting, up until they were interrupted by his doorbell.

The bell wouldn't stop chiming and Hendry groaned when he pushed him to back away and tucked his dick back into his pants. He washed his hand before opening the door. It was the courier guy bringing the client's contracts that he insisted his secretary send it over to his house for his morning meeting the next day.

"This is why I live in an apartment, you need someone to get that stuff for you. Why are you still living in his white picket fence house anyway?"

Brody sent him a look and Hendry shook his head. "Of course, your future, picture-perfect family. You know at some stage I need to meet with Callie, right? I have to vet her."

"I know, and I've been dragging that part. Hendry, she knows about you. About us."

"Oh," that part Hendry did not know. He didn't think that Brody would be that open with his future wife, and somehow the knowledge irritated Hendry even further.

"Yeah, so because of that...whatever we have. I think... I think we should stop."

There, the was the pained expression on Hendry's face that had made Brody relent several times already. Hendry had this way about him that makes his ex repeatedly falls back into his arms. The knowledge that he was letting Hendry down was hurting him the same.

Brody knows him too well, this happens every time he is back in town. Whenever he's in the vicinity it seemed like his best friend had a pull a string over him. This would go on for weeks until they'd get irritated with each other and their stubborn nature made them fall apart all over again. Brody needed to get back to reality, back to dating Callie.

She was charming, they do have a lot in common and Brody thought he would be able to envision his future with her. Though he knew that he was not there yet, he still wanted to try.

After Hendry's confession, Brody knew that it was still impossible for them to be together. Sure he loves the guy more than friendship and their make-out session had always been explosive. But the sex was... He couldn't give what Hendry needed. Brody knew it would be only time until the guy cheated on him. Hell, Hendry already had his PA against the wall while he was drunk off his ass. Brody could already imagine their future relationship doomed from the start. His heart breaks a little. Just like it always does every time the realization sinks into his mind.

So, he needs to pull his head out of his ass and man up and started thinking of ways of wooing Callie. But first, he needs to get the love of his life out of the door.

The temptation was too much.