“Oh um, I always kind of knew. I’m attracted to both. Noah’s the first guy I’ve been with, but I’ve always kind of known I like men and women, and everything in between.
“So pansexual?”
Jamie waves that away. “I’m whatever I want to call myself. I don’t care about gender at all, really. Noah knows all the ins and outs, the umbrellas and spectrums, but I’m just me. I like what I like. Pansexual. Bisexual. I don’t really worry about the label too much. I am what I am.”
“And what you are is a sexy monogamous man who’s rainbow glitter cock belongs to me.” Noah tugs Jamie’s shirt toward him and plants a kiss on his lips.
Rainbow glitter . . .I better not ask.
The rest of the game goes quickly, and Hunter’s pretty drunk by the end of it. The prompts included singing karaoke, but I was the only one who did. Everyone else got a point taken away. Noah wanted to go up there, but Jamie assured us it was for everyone’s safety that Noah didn’t sing, and Hunter, Mark, Bo, and Jamie didn’t want to. The one who surprised me was Bo, but he hasn’t been the same since that guy. What did he say to him?
Other prompts included eating the spiciest thing on the menu. Done. I love food. Bo skipped that one too—spicy food does not agree with him at all. Noah was in tears trying his best to finish a hot wing. He ended up losing that one.
“Congratulations, Cam!” Noah wipes the board down with a wet napkin. Hunter is pretty drunk now. I don't think Jamie drank at all. Mark’s pretty tipsy as well. “So what do you want?”
My mind is blank. My mind is on Bo. Has no one else noticed his demeanor change at all? Or is it just me and the subtle ways I know he gets when he’s sad. What did that asshole say? “Um, can I think on it?”
“Of course. Anything you want. Anything at all.” Noah slumps against Jamie. “Have you had enough peopling for one night?”
“I had enough of people before I stepped in the door.” He smiles down at Noah. “I want to go home.”
“Sounds good. Happy birthday Puck Daddy. I hope it was good.” Noah smiles at him.
Hunter's hooded gaze lolls to Mark. "Oh it's about to be."
Noah gags. “Oh! Bobo, would you like to go shopping with me tomorrow?” He leans in whispering, “I’m going to the naughty store.”
“Oh uh, yeah, you know what . . . yeah. I just have to see if I can switch days with our other pianist. That sounds like fun.” Bowen looks at Mark. “Are you coming?”
He shakes his head. “Lingerie isn’t my thing, and we’re going to my parents’ to celebrate Hunter’s birthday.”
“Just you and me, Bo.” Noah claps. “You are in for a treat.”
We settle our tab and I follow Bowen out the door. Cold air slaps us both, and I see him flinch from it when he steps onto the sidewalk. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“I know you, Bo. Something’s wrong.” He waves me away. “I mean it, what’s the matter? Was it that guy?”
He slides into my driver’s seat, taking the key fob from me. “It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re upset and I want to snap his neck. So it matters.”
“He just . . .” He shakes his head, sinking back into the seat. “I just walked up to them, and he looked me up and down and goes, ‘Honey, please be serious,’ then he laughed with his friends.”
That dickhead. I wish I’d known. For the first time in my life I don’t know what to say to him. That guy is wrong for that, and dumb. “He’s lucky you even approached him.”
“Cam, I know you’re going to best friend at me, and I appreciate it, but I just feel shitty right now, and I don’t think anything you say will change that.”
I swallow. I know he’s right.
So I don’t say anything. Instead, I slip my hand into his as he drives, holding it the entire way home, at a loss.
“Have you thought about what you want as your prize?” he asks.
“Oh uh, no. I’ll think about it. Do I have to tell Noah? How does this work? Is he the game-night master?”
“He thinks he is, which is why we usually end up playing strip poker.”
