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Bonus Scene: Getting Caught 
Remember that scene where Jake came back from his date....Dylan was this close to wrecking me, but we played it cool, watched a movie, and pretended nothing happened?
Yeah...
They almost got caught.
But what if they actually get caught?
Here is an alternative ending / bonus scene
Dylan’s breath was still hot against my cheek, lips brushing the side of my face like he wasn’t done with me yet...like he’d barely even started.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he murmured, voice dark and smooth, “you won’t be able to walk out of the gym tomorrow.”
I was about to laugh, probably choke out some dumb reply like I don’t even lift—when we both froze.
“Yo! Troy?”
Jake’s voice.
From upstairs.
Dylan’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way.”
My heart jumped out of my chest. “Shit....”
We scrambled apart like two magnets violently repelling each other. I practically fell backward off the carpet, grabbing at my hoodie like it was a life vest. Dylan rolled to the side, trying to yank up his sweatpants in one motion but getting them caught halfway around his thigh because of his hard cock.
“I swear to god,” he whispered, “are you seriously going to leave my dick wet after this?”
“I can’t help it! Jake is here!”
“I know! But I’m gonna start barking if I don’t...fuck, where is my shirt?!”
He grabbed a random cushion off the couch and dropped it casually over his lap to hide his boner just as the basement door creaked open.
Jake came down the stairs, skipping the last two steps like he always did. His hoodie was wrinkled and he looked a little flushed, but not suspicious. Just tired.
He looked at us like we were just two guys chilling. Me sitting there, hoodie up to my nose, trying not to combust. Dylan looking like a casual king with a firm-ass pillow in his lap.
Jake plopped down on the couch between us, exhaled hard, and said, “Man. Tonight was… not what I expected.”
We made it through the whole story, Starbucks, dinner party, vegan tart, Codenames. Dylan shifted every now and then like the cushion wasn’t helping anymore. I barely breathed. The whole time, I could still taste him on my tongue.
Eventually, Jake queued up a movie. Something action-heavy and loud enough to drown out our nerves.
About twenty minutes in, he was fully invested. Stretched out on the couch, blanket over him, hand halfway in a bag of chips. The soft crunching and explosions gave me enough cover to sneak a glance at my phone.
Dylan: I was about to fuck you but my brother’s such a cock block.
My lips twitched.
Dylan: I’m still hard. I’m in the living room. Come fix it.
I looked up.
He was gone.
Just… vanished from the couch without Jake even noticing.
I sat there, pulse jumping in my throat.
After a beat, I stood.
“Gonna grab popcorn,” I muttered.
Jake waved vaguely, eyes still glued to the screen. “Sweet.”
I slipped out of the basement and stepped quietly into the darkened living room. The TV was off. The only light came from the dim glow under the kitchen cabinet.
Dylan was there, standing near the stairs, arms crossed, jaw tight.
He looked up at me and exhaled sharply.
“I’m so hard it’s not even funny,” he muttered. Then, as I stepped closer, he reached down and palmed his bulge through his sweatshorts. “Dude. Look what you fucking did.”
I swallowed. “Well… fuck it.”
I looked at the stairs.
“Sit,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow.
I pushed gently at his chest until he dropped onto the bottom step, legs spread, body tensed like he was barely holding himself back.
I knelt between them.
“Jesus,” he whispered as I tugged his waistband down just enough for his cock to spring free, already leaking.
I didn’t tease this time. Just took him into my mouth, slow and deep.
Dylan hissed, hand flying to the back of my head.
“Fuck...Troy…”
I worked him steadily, feeling the flex of his thighs, the way his body twitched every time my tongue hit that spot beneath the head. He didn’t last long. His breath was getting sharper, his grip tighter.
“Shit, I’m close....fuck, I’m...”
I didn’t stop.
He came with a ragged gasp, hips twitching, his cock throbbing in my mouth as I swallowed every drop.
And that’s exactly when it happened.
The kitchen light clicked on.
Footsteps.
Then...
"What the fuck?"
I froze. Dylan froze.
Slowly, so slowly....I turned my head.
Jake stood there. Barefoot. Hoodie half-zipped. Holding a half-empty bag of chips like it had personally betrayed him.
His eyes darted between us, me kneeling in front of Dylan, still wiping my mouth, Dylan slouched on the stairs, cock out and softening, a little too pleased with himself.
Jake blinked hard.
"Troy." His voice cracked halfway. "What the actual fuck?"
I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. But it was still full of Dylan.
Jake looked away immediately, running a hand over his face like he was trying to wake himself up from a nightmare.
“Dylan,” he muttered, quieter now, “I didn’t expect this from you, man.”
“I mean… it’s not what it looks like,” Dylan offered, shirtless, flushed, dick out.
Jake stared.
“You’re literally getting a blowjob.”
Dylan gave the world’s most unapologetic shrug. “...Okay, so it’s exactly what it looks like.”
Jake just shook his head. “Dude, no. No. I don’t...Troy, I....what the hell, man?”
I finally managed to swallow.
“I...I didn’t mean for you to see....I don’t even know how to explain...”
Jake raised both hands, backing toward the hallway. “You know what? No. I’m gonna pretend I didn’t walk into a blowbang in my own kitchen. I’m gonna go upstairs. You guys figure your… whatever this is.”
And with that, he turned around and walked off.
Still holding the chips.
The silence after was unreal.
Dylan looked down at me and snorted.
“Well. That went great.”
I just stared at the floor, my mouth still warm, wondering if I was going to spontaneously combust.
“How do I even face him again?” I whispered.
“You don’t,” Dylan said. “You avoid him forever. And then when he brings it up ten years from now at Thanksgiving, we pretend it was a prank.”
I groaned and dropped my face into Dylan’s bare thigh.
“I hate you.”
He patted my head affectionately. “Nah. You love this dick too much.”
I laughed into his skin. Couldn’t help it.
Even through the embarrassment… I kinda did.
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Note to Readers: This scene does not affect the ongoing story. It's a special alternative scene
I will be posting all parts one by one on here as well.
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