What Twisted Webs We Weave

One Night and One More Time

(Pete's POV)

I didn't want to get up.

And I didn't mean I wanted to stay in bed and get all the rest I could get. No. I wish I was up and out of this hotel room. Already driving to Patrick's place. I wish I'd woken up at Patrick's place. Because if I'd stayed the night with Patrick, none of this would have happened.

I wouldn't have been up at two in the morning with nothing to do. I wouldn't have felt so lonely and vulnerable. I wouldn't have been here when Ryan decided to knock on the door in boxers. I definitely wouldn't have spent the rest of my time awake having sex with him. And I damn sure wouldn't be awake right now at seven in the morning, holding him while he slept,  wondering how the hell to get out of this situation.

The blanket over us was the only thing hiding our naked bodies. Ryan's small back was pressed against my chest. His ass still firmly pushing against my pelvic area. I lifted my head to peek over his shoulder. Tyler was awake. He was laid on his back, staring at the ceiling.

My movement must have caught his eye because he turned his head towards me. I expected to see disappointment or even disgust on his face. After all, he just listened to me have loud, messy, rough sex with Ryan a couple of feet away from him. He'd listened to me cheat on the man I told him I was in love with. He knew I spent the day with Patrick only to come back and spend the night with Ryan.

So of course I was confused when I didn't see any negative expression on Tyler's face. He took one look at me and smiled. The kind of smile you smiled when you were trying to hold back laughter.

"What?" I whispered as quietly as I could.

"Stuck?" He whispered back.

"Fuck you." I smiled too. He knew exactly how I was feeling right now.

"Language, Pete."

I could feel when Ryan woke up. His body became more alert. He stiffened, probably trying to remember exactly where he was. After a couple of awkwardly silent seconds, he snuggled closer to me. If that was even possible. I began to involuntarily harden from the movement. It wasn't my fault. I swear I didn't want to.

"Why are you staring at us?" His voice was perfect. Because only Ryan could wake up without sounding like he hadn't been asleep at all.

"I-I wasn't." Tyler turned to face the ceiling again.

"Yes you were."

Ryan sat up in the bed. Kicking his legs over the side and standing up. The unexpected loss of his body heat made me shiver. He didn't bother covering himself up. And I had to wonder if Tyler snuck a glance. Ryan wasn't hard to look at. He was gorgeous and he knew it.

Tyler had never discussed his sexuality with me. I assumed he was straight because of his religious beliefs. But I wasn't one hundred percent positive. There were gay Christians, right? Was that a thing?

I wondered what would have happened if I had stayed with Patrick last night. How would Tyler have reacted when Ryan knocked on the door? I knew how Ryan could be when he was in a sexual mood. Would he have managed to seduce Tyler? Snatching his innocence before he even knew what was happening? I didn't like thinking about that. Ryan wouldn't be good for Tyler. He'd undoubtedly hurt him. It's a good thing I was here last night.

"Leave him alone, Ryan."

"Alright." He grabbed his boxers from the floor and slipped them on. "If you don't think it's weird he watches you sleep. Okay."

I ignored that. "Are you heading home?"

"Why?" He glanced at me while he put his shirt back on. "Did you want me to stay?"