“No.”
Not Tommy?Not Trish?
“You gonna put it on?”I said quietly.
He tried it on each of his fingers.It was too small for all of them, except the pinkie finger of his left hand.
“I didn’t know what size you were.You don’t own any rings for me to measure, and I didn’t want to spoil the secret, so I had to guess.”
“It’s perfect,” he said, “and I will.”
“Will what?”
“Marry you.”
“Oh.”Real bright, Porter.“Sorry it’s a crappy ring, and we’re on the highway, and I fucked everything up.”
“You didn’t fuck anything up, sweetheart,” he murmured.“You did everything right.”
“What did you call me?”
“You heard me.”He popped his seatbelt and moved his hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair.He leaned in and kissed me.
He’d called me “sweetheart.”No one had ever called me that.
He kept kissing me.
“Before you get any ideas,” I said, “we’re on a highway.”
“Too bad.Guess we’ll have to stick to making out.”
And then he decided it would be a good idea to unzip my coat and slip his hands inside and—
“Eddie?You’re making me...a little excited here.”
“Sorry.”He held on a bit longer before relaxing his grip and pulling his hands out of my coat.
“When we get home, we can go as far as we want, and we don’t have to stop,” I said.
“You gonna make it home?”
“I don’t have a choice.”
I thought about finding a gas station and fucking him in the washroom or letting him fuck me.I didn’t have the balls to do that.But I fantasized about it as I started the engine and pulled onto the highway.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
“Is it normal for a bi guy to prefer being fucked to doing the fucking?I mean, I enjoyed fucking you a lot, but when you did it to me, it felt so good it was unreal.”
“Most guys have a preference,” he said.
“Even bi guys?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you?”
