Chapter 4: Discovery

Josh moved in the following week. The transition was almost too easy. Josh’s divorce had left him drained—mentally, emotionally, financially. The life he’d built had crumbled so fast, he barely had time to process it before he was packing up his things and heading across the country to move in with Jake.

But the moment he walked into his twin’s apartment, something in his chest eased.

Because this?

This felt like home.

Living together again was effortless. They’d always been close—so close that growing up, people swore they had some kind of twin telepathy. Same laugh, same mannerisms, same taste in damn near everything. And now, despite the years apart, it was like no time had passed.

Jake had already set up a second gaming rig for him in the living room, and from the moment Josh dropped his bags, they fell into an easy rhythm—just like old times.

Gaming for hours. Late-night fast food runs. Bullshitting on the couch about work, life, and their exes.

And Nathan?

Josh hadn’t expected to click with him so quickly.

He had assumed Jake’s best friend would be Jake’s friend, not his. But within days, it was like they’d known each other forever.

Nathan just got him.

He was easy to talk to, easy to game with, and he never pried when Josh wasn’t in the mood to talk about the divorce. But when Josh did want to talk, Nathan was there.

No judgment. No pressure.

Just a drink in hand, a game on the screen, and a quiet, “That fucking sucks, man. You deserve better.”

Josh hadn’t realized how much he needed that.

The three of them settled into a perfect routine—hanging out, gaming, hitting bars, Nathan running wingman whenever they went out.

It was good.

It was so good.

Josh felt like he was finally getting his life back—piece by piece, night by night ... and suddenly, everything changed.

Josh wasn’t supposed to be home that early when he walked into Jake’s bedroom.

“Yo, Jake, you seen my—”

Josh froze.

Nathan was on his knees, sucking Jake deep, hands gripping his hips as Jake groaned, fingers tangled in his hair. The room was filled with wet sounds and heavy breathing.

Jake’s eyes flew open just as Nathan pulled off with a slick pop, eyes wide, lips still shiny from Jake’s cock.

Josh went rigid. His face turned red.

“ ... Okay,” he finally muttered, blinking. “So. That’s a thing.”

Jake swore, grabbing a pillow to cover himself. “Josh, get the fuck out!”

Josh didn’t need to be told twice. He turned and bolted, nearly tripping over himself as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Nathan let out a breath, wiping his mouth. “Well. Yikes...”

Jake groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck. I gotta talk to him.”

Nathan looked worried. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Jake sighed. “I’ll handle it.”

Later that night, Jake knocked on Josh’s door.

“ ... You decent?”

A muffled groan. “Unfortunately.”

Jake sighed and stepped in. Josh was lying on his bed, face-down, groaning into a pillow.

“Dude,” Jake said. “You gonna be weird about this forever?”

Josh turned his head. “I walked in on you getting your dick sucked. By our friend. I think I’ve earned some weirdness.”

Jake sat on the edge of the bed. “Look, man. I didn’t plan for you to see that. But ... it’s not a big deal.”

Josh let out a dry laugh. “Not a big deal? Dude, I had no clue you were into that.”

Jake shrugged. “I’m not, really. But Nathan? He is. And he’s fucking amazing at it.”

Josh hesitated. “ ... So, you’re still straight?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah. It’s not about that. It’s just ... damn, man. You have no idea how good it feels.”

Josh fell silent.

Jake eyed him. “You’re not ... like, grossed out, are you?”