“Yeah.”
“Good.”He smiled.
“Guess I’ll see you at the next gig?”
“Yeah, or maybe the three of us can grab dinner some time?”
“That’d be nice,” I said.
Chapter Fifteen: Tap
For a while, thingswith Eddie and me were almost perfect.One Sunday morning when both of us had the day off, we slept in together.I was still holding him, ’cause I’d gotten into the habit of spooning him when we went to bed, and usually, like today, I woke up still holding him.
I teased his T-shirt between my fingers and said, “You wanna go out and throw a Frisbee around?”
“Straight-boy stuff?”
“Yeah, we can play in the park like straight boys, then we come home and have sex like bi boys.Do you want to?”
“I’m up for that,” he said.
“There’s a Frisbee in the closet.”
He disentangled himself from me, and maybe I made it harder for him because I didn’t want to let him go.But he got up, opened the closet, and started rummaging.He looked so tempting kneeling down and leaning into my closet that I got out of the bed, knelt behind him, and put my arms around him.
“Craig?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you have any sex toys?”
“No,” I laughed, because no one had ever asked me that before.
“You ever tried anything in that department?”
“No.I was never with anybody long enough to experiment.”
