“What am I, three? I won’t tell.”
Fuck. Her girlfriend? Ellen likes pussy and not dick? Joel was after her for fucking years, tongue lolling like a dog in heat, hoping to dip his dick in her.
The urge to laugh is cutting off my breath, but he’s staring back at me bleakly, his normally sunny blue eyes dark, and…
And suddenly I’m aware of where I’m sitting—on his muscular thighs, our crotches aligned, heat seeping through the thin fabric of our pants—and I scramble off him.
Shitshitshit.
I stand in front of him, trying to think. “So you watched Ellen and her girlfriend make out. Did it work for you?”
A pause, then he shakes his head.
Ah. Not sure if to be relieved or concerned. “But chicks still do it for you?”
A vigorous nod.
“What about watching a guy and a girl get it on together?”
He stares at me.
“Porn, dude. Do you jack off to porn?”
“What do you think?”
“Okay. And you can’t get off?”
“No, I fucking can’t. Happy now?”
“Hey, I’m only trying to help.”
What I can’t help is the blood heading south, the heat spreading in my dick, hardening when I think of Joel beating his meat while watching others going at it, his face flushed, his hand a blur over his dick.
Because, by the way, hey, J, did you know I’m bisexual? Did you know I want you? Did you know I want you and a girl, together, to get off?
“How about two guys together?” I ask, my mouth dry.
“No,” he says slowly. “I don’t think that does it for me.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he tried, but nah, too soon, too much.
“Lemme think about this,” I tell him and try to ignore the jubilant voice whooping in the back of my mind. “Don’t worry, buddy.”
I’ll figure out what turns you on. What makes you come like a freight train.
Oh, for chrissakes. Shut up, brain. Shut the fuck up.
I try to ignore all the suggestions my subconscious is throwing at me, because this isn’t about me. It’s about him.
A plan is taking shape. Simple, basic. Rudimentary.
The fact it might give me a chance to be with Joel in a way that’s only been a fantasy so far is beside the point.
Not about me. And I’m not about to jeopardize our friendship over my lust.
It’s a crazy, improbable plan, but it might just work, and it’s not like I don’t wanna do this. I’d give my right arm for the chance. Right now, I’ll take anything I can get.
Chapter Seven