“What would you call him?”
“Err—” Hammer bit his lip. “Fen. You know, short for Fenrir. That’s what my childhood dog was called. It was a spaniel, so it didn’t quite fit, but I really wanted to imagine him as this dangerous beast at the time.”
Dex cocked his head and laughed. “What kind of name is Fenrir? Sounds fancy-pants, not dangerous.”
Hammer chuckled. “It’s from Viking myth. The wolf who eats the sun at the end of days. I always thought that was pretty cool.”
"Look how smart he is," Dex cooed at the dog and ruffled its fur. “Yes, he is. My man is so smart.” He kissed the side of the dog’s head and got up. “I better take him back.”
“Did you and the dog just mock me?”
The beast cocked its head and made the tiniest yelp, as if it wanted to answer the question.
Hammer snorted. “Wow. That warrants harsh punishment, Prospect.”
“No way! I mean it. You’re so cool, and collected, and you know stuff. But I’ll take the punishment anyway.” Dex winked and… stroked Hammer’s hair before walking back to the bar with the dog, leaving Hammer stunned.
My man.
Dex called him his, and touched him in public as if it wasn’t a big deal, and Hammer still felt that touch burning at his skin as he kept his gaze on the kid’s back. Was this what he wanted? So maybe there would be some douchebags who might confront him about showing affection to another man, but Hammer feared no one, especially not men who tried to establish their self-worth by attacking random strangers.
And it had felt good to be touched.
Called Dex’s.
Now that they’d established basic rules, were they… boyfriends? Even if Hammer didn’t want to tell the club about this development, they could enjoy each other more openly on trips out of town.
He watched in astonishment when Dex received two plates with massive pieces of cake from the red-haired waitress and brought them over to their table.
“She gave them to me for free. How nice is that?”
“How did you manage to convince her? Would they go into the trash tonight otherwise?” Hammer asked, baffled. The only times he got anything for free was when producers of expensive items wanted to ensure his further custom and added free shit to his orders.
“Oh no, we just had a really nice chat about the dog, she said she baked the cakes herself. I told her I didn’t have my wallet, but she really wanted me to try it, so she gave me one, but I said that I couldn’t just eat it in front of my boyfriend, so she gave me two. Hope it’s okay I said that? We’re out of town? And it’s just for the cake.”
Hammer glanced toward the red-haired lady, who gave him a little wave before walking off to chat to another customer at the bar.
The underside of his skin felt itchy, but not so much that he’d want to tear it off. “I... yeah, I suppose it is. It’s just a weird thing to go through at this age, when I thought I had everything figured out,” he confessed, staring at the slice.
Dex frowned, already shoveling cake in his mouth. “Oh? Okay, I think I get it. It would be really weird if I suddenly found out I do actually like boobs. I’m not disgusted or anything, it’s just a body part, but they do nothing for me.”
Hammer smirked, and his hand tingled where it had stroked Dex’s cock vigorously not that long ago, making up a little sleeve for him to thrust into until he came. Did it still smell of cum, even after the shower? Hammer rubbed his face with it and felt somewhat disappointed to only sense soap.
He definitely enjoyed Dex’s dick, despite trying not to touch it too much when they’d first started fucking. But he enjoyed his pecs too, and the hard feel of his body. Having no preference when it came to body hair, he’d been with plenty of women who didn’t constantly shave, so Dex’s own hairs weren’t that much of a surprise. The stubble? Oh, he did likethatvery much.
But those feelings of awe and pleasure were so recent he hadn’t yet decided what they implied. “You never quite know for sure, as you can see.”
Dex leaned over the table with a mischievous smirk, which suggested he was about to say something inappropriate, but then he groaned, grabbed his cake and walked over to Hammer’s side. He made Hammer move over in the booth for more room, but still sat so close their thighs touched.
“But what’s it like for you? Is it okay ‘cause you like anal—sorry, Stefani said it—or do you like my dick too?” he whispered.
What the hell was Hammer to say in response?
The funeral pyre of his strictly heterosexual existence was making him boil from the inside out, and he was already getting sweaty. “I—I likeyou. How you move, and how you feel, and I like looking at you.”
He must have chosen the right words, because Dex’s charming smile widened. And he pushed back his fluffy blond hair. “I would be happy to be the only guy you ever like. No problem for me. I can’t take my eyes off you most of the time.”
Girls did say nice things to Hammer, but the compliments were about the things he did rather than his looks. He smiled. “You better. I’m… working things out, if you know what I mean. I’m not repulsed by dicks, but I was just never… particularly interested in them.”