“He kissed Vicky.” His voice wassoput out at that. It was adorable.
Oh shit.
He picked up the carton of Thai noodles again. “You?”
“I was pretty sure I was straight, I didn’t even mind kissing girls. Irene, Marcia… I even scandalized Najwa’s family by kissing her. Thankfully, her parents were trying to be more open than strict traditional Iraqi, so it turned out fine.”
He watched me, and shoveled more food into his mouth. “How’d you finally realize?” The words came out around the food, and I didn’t know how he did that. But I wanted to see him try with my cock in there.
Ohshit.
“I…uh. I dated Emma for two years, so when we were seventeen, it just seemed the right time to take the next step in our relationship.”
“Didn’t work out?”
“I had to pretend she was Johnny Depp to finally seal the deal.”
“Pirate Johnny, Edward Scissorhands Johnny?”
I coughed. “Ed Wood Johnny.”
“Oh, you areso gay!”
Sighing, I picked up my carton for Lad Na. “I am. I really am. I think it’s why I take on all the gay romance novels that I do. They make me feel like the world may finally someday justget over itselfand let men love men or women or men and women.”
He gasped, “Ménages?”
“Better.” I leaned in close. “Harems. Why choose?”
“Oh to have a harem at my disposal.” He sighed.
“You know there’s a whole subgenre of reverse harems, right?”
“You can’t have areverseharem. A stable of available sex is still a stable of available sex.” The slow rise of his eyebrow was goddamned adorable.
“It’s a way to connotate that there are stallions in the stables, not fillies,” I explained. “And some of them? Are really hot when the men get to ride each other while the others watch, or ride along.”
“Are we comparing human sexual interaction to horses right now?” Chase looked confused and distressed.
“Wanna read one? I’m supposed to record the audio for it next week.”
“Oh, sweet Jesus, no.”
“The two guys didn’t know they were bi before getting together with the heroine.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Lots of dirty details.”
“And straight sex.”
“Not just. Just yes…mixed in.”
“Fine, I’ll take a copy.”
I started laughing. “You’re easy to please.”
Chase grabbed the remote, and flicked on the streaming options for television. “I’m not. I’m really, really not.”
CHASE
MARCUS WOUND UPON MY COUCH on Monday night, and we ate pizza. We talked for hours about stupid shit like my coworkers and the graphic design world.
