“Holy shit. You sucked him off?”
Shawn nodded curtly.
Christian let out a short laugh. “Wow, I never thought you’d actually flirt with him, much less... So, what was it like? I mean, were you grossed out?” He sipped his coffee.
Shawn was tempted to say yes. It would have made everything simpler. But he couldn’t bring himself to lie.
“No,” Shawn said. “It was okay. Even the first time.”
Christian choked on his coffee and started coughing.
“The first time?” he said when the coughing finally subsided. “You mean you did it more than once? Is he still forcing you to do it for a grade?”
Shawn wondered whether whoring himself out for a grade was better than whoring himself out for money. He wasn’t sure.
“Look…” Shawn ran a hand over his eyes. “I don’t really want to talk about it. Yeah, it’d been going on for a few weeks, but the important thing is, it’s over now. I ended the deal.”
“But did you, you know… did you fuck him?”
“Yeah,” Shawn said, struggling to keep his voice casual. “I fucked him. Well, he fucked me.”
Christian grinned, brown eyes dancing with mischief. “How was he? Any good?”
Smiling crookedly, Shawn shook his head. “Come on, do we have to talk about it?”
“Of course we have to talk about it! You had sex with Rutledge! Rutledge!”
“Hush,” Shawn hissed, glancing around. “I don’t want to talk about it. Nothing to talk about. It didn’t—it didn’t suck, but obviously I’m glad the whole thing is over.”
He felt Christian’s eyes on him, unusually serious and assessing.
Shawn fidgeted under his scrutiny. “What?”
“Then why is he so pissed at you if it’s over?” Christian said, drumming his fingers on the table.
Shawn had an idea why, but it wasn’t something he wanted to think about. “No idea.”
Christian gave him a skeptical look, but didn’t press any further and looked down at his cup. He fell silent, a distant, thoughtful expression on his face.
Shawn eyed his friend. Come to think of it, Christian had been a bit distracted all day. “Something wrong?”
Christian looked up. “Not really. Just… you know Mila?”
“Mila?”
“The girl in Rutledge’s class? Very pretty, curvy, dark hair?”
Shawn shrugged. “It’s a big class. Can’t say I remember her. So what about her?”
“She invited me for a threesome.”
Shawn raised his eyebrows. “And what’s the problem? It’s not like you’ve never done threesomes before.” There was very little Christian hadn’t done, actually. His friend got so many lewd offers sometimes it got silly. The guy didn’t even have to try. If Christian wasn’t so damn likable, all guys would hate him.
“The problem is her boyfriend,” Christian said.
“What about him? You know him?”
Christian hesitated. “Not exactly. But I’ve seen him around. He always picks her up after school.”
