The scenery whizzed by, ignored and unseen, as he fought with his inclination to drive home and put his fist through his brother’s face. Violence was better than giving in to his desire to reenact what had happened earlier. Although he’d been furious at first, something had subtly shifted within Dom. The rage he’d felt dimmed, leaving behind the nauseating realization that he’d brought the encounter on himself. It was Mason he’d overheard mentioning the glory hole to one of their friends. Dom had simply believed Mason was going there to take care of the same urges Dom himself yearned to sate. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought Mason would be the mouth on the other side of the hole. However, now that the line had been crossed between brother and lover, Dom’s mind was having trouble differentiating between the two. Memories of the way they’d fooled around as kids came back to him in full clarity. He’d always believed boys experimented together, that what they’d done under the cover of darkness was perfectly natural.
