I snort at my own thoughts.
“Dude, I’m a walking, talking sex toy. Who’s gonna fall in love with that?”
Miles doesn’t answer. He just stares, his jaw tightening into a hard line.
Yeah, I bet he’s chewing his tongue to not say “no one”.It’s fine. I get it.
“Look, it’s not that deep. I like what I like, and right now, I like getting used. Maybe down the road I’ll want to hold hands and shit. I guess I can figure things out later, because for now? I just wanna get railed senseless.” I glance at him. “Anyone hearing this outside this house would think I’m a complete freak, by the way.”
“Anyone in this house would also think that,” Miles says, completely serious. “But we don’t care.”
I nudge his shoulder, letting out a chuckle.
“So... uh,” he starts.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Hypothetically,” he says, dragging a hand through his hair, “if I wanted to… you know. See if I actually like dick or, uh, ass. Like, regular, non-doll ass. And you,hypothetically,wanted to test the waters too...”
“Hypothetically, huh?”
“Yeah, man.” His throat bobs when I shift, turning my grin completely toward him. “Would that be...?”
“Weird?”
“I was gonna say ‘on the table,’ but sure, let’s go with weird.”
I consider it. Miles is my bro. Miles also just sucked my tits and ate my cum like it was food. Miles is currently trying to eye my dick.
“Yeah,” I say finally. “Hypothetically, if you want to experiment, I’m down.”
Miles exhales sharply, his fingers flexing against his thighs. “Cool.”
“Cool.”
He opens his mouth to keep going—and part of me hopes he’s about to ask if we can try itnow. But before he can, the door slams open.
“Okay, so this is not my fault—” Walker shoulders his way through the doorway with Finn folded over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, face slack, completely blacked out. “Found him in the fucking hedges. Like. In them. Don’t ask me how.”
Thank fuck I shoved that pillow over my lap earlier, and I move it casually to make sure it’s fully covering my lap. My dick’s still half-hard, but at least Walker’s too busy being pissed to notice. Miles shifts next to me, subtly adjusting his pillow too.
I don’t know why, but I don’t want Walker asking about the doll right now.
“Dude iswasted,” he groans, heaving Finn onto the other bed. Finn flops face-first into the mattress, arms splayed. “This clown cost me my shot with this smoke-show sorority girl. She dipped the second I had to carry his ass home.”
“Damn,” Miles says, voice dry as hell. “Real tragedy.”
Walker glares at us, then at Finn’s unconscious form.
“Bro, I had herright there. She was gonna let me hit.” He mimics some crude hip motion, and Miles snorts.
“Thought you were ‘too sad for hookups.’”
Walker scoffs, rolling his shoulders. “Sadness is over.” His eyes flick to me, lingering a second too long before he shrugs. “Whatever. Now I’m too tired.”
He slaps Miles on the shoulder too hard, and stomps out, slamming the door behind him.
Miles and I look at each other.
