“He’s already got one,” Rig made a show of settling on the smaller couch before taking a drink from his water bottle. “Is it about clitoral piercings? Because I know a lot about clitoral piercings. The thing about clitoral piercings is—”
“Stop.” Rory shook his head, his stomach knotting. “You’re banned from saying clitoral for the rest of the night on principle.”
Rig made a face. “Come on. It’s just us. It’s not like you’re going to embarrass me.”
Rory met David’s hesitant gaze and swore under his breath. He reached over and grabbed the card from his hand, reading it before laughing under his breath. “That sound you hear? That was our trial balloon crashing on impact.”
He tossed the card to Rig a little defiantly, knowing what he would see.
Do you prefer to give or receive oral?
What were the odds? No, seriously.
Jen and her men had done this to him. Left him with her dogs and his friends with their sex questions in this magical ménage mansion—because rich people in love were known for thinking logically and should be in charge of everything.
Not.
It was so quiet he could hear the dogs panting as they ran up and down the stairs for no apparent reason other than boredom. He could hear Rig’s heavy sigh and David’s nervous inhalation and all he could think was, We all know the fucking answer!
“I’m still dehydrated from last night, but I think this game Essie gave us is a giant success and not awkward at all.” Rory gave a sarcastic thumbs-up to the camera before David reached over to shut it off. “Spoilsport.”
“Rory.” David tugged at his t-shirt uncomfortably and Rory noticed it had something to do with that show that had the two hot brothers and a fallen angel driving around in an old car. Super something.
“Are we going to talk about it?” Rig asked as he sent Rory a look that could set his clothes on fire.
“About what?” The giant blowjob in the room? “I’d much rather watch Captain Awesome shred wood with his bare hands again.”
“Captain America,” David gritted between his teeth, looking as tense as Rory felt. “And join the club.”
See? That was the David he remembered. He wasn’t pan or bi or try-anything-sexual-with-a-man. He was a sexy geek who loved sci-fi, fantasy and boobs. The man who was obsessed with cleavage and dragons. He’d actually had a poster of Scar Jo on his office wall for years.
Rory would have sworn it didn’t get much straighter than that.
David also had an affectionate nature and a devilish sense of humor. More than that, a stillness to him. The kind of serene confidence and inner center that smoothed out Rory’s jagged edges and made him happy…when he wasn’t unconsciously driving him crazy with a hand on the back of his neck or a tender smile.
But he wasn’t perfect. He could be closed off and too quiet, and he was almost stubbornly naïve.
Naïve enough to let a few kisses and a warm mouth confuse him.
“I say we put it to a vote.”
Rig was glaring again. “I cashed in my favor so we could have an honest conversation for once. This is happening, Finn. Like it or not.”
“Shit,” David groaned. “You didn’t tell me about the favor.”
Rory nudged his shoulder in solidarity. “Still happy you came over?”
Rig’s hands slammed together, startlingly loud in the high-ceilinged room. “We’re asking our own questions. No cards necessary. I’ll start.”
“You are just full of good ideas.” Rory clenched his fists on his thighs, waiting for the hammer to drop.
“David, since this is an issue and it doesn’t need to be, will you tell Rory what we were talking about before we kissed last week? Before you let me do more than kiss you?”
Rory could see David was as surprised as he was that the question had been directed his way. As Rig stared at him supportively he started to blush. “Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” He rubbed his hands together, his side brushing against Rory’s as he answered.
“Him.” He blurted, gesturing a little nervously. “I mean your relationship with Rory. Getting together in college. The things you did together.” He swallowed audibly, lowering his voice. “What you do when you share a guy.”
Rory wondered idly if his erection could tear a hole in his jeans as he took in what David was saying. They’d been talking about that? Before he’d given David a blowjob, Rig had been discussing those few memorable weeks in college when they’d been an item?
It had never been what Rory would call romantic, but it had been one of the best times he’d ever had. A marathon of hot, sweaty wrestling that had taught Rory a lot about himself. Particularly how far he could go. How much he liked to be in control and how willing Rig was to follow his lead.