Fuck. My. Life.
32
Kaden
“So,you’redefinitelynotstraight, then?” Seth says, handing me a can of Coke.
I’m flat out on his couch. Still high on endorphins.
I wasn’t going to come tonight. Like,come, come. I had this idea in my head that I was going to show up, blow his head off with a mind-blowing orgasm and leave.
But I couldn’t. I would’ve exploded. I’ve never been so hard in my life, and my balls were basically up in my stomach. There’s nothing that turns me on more than making someone else fall apart at my hands. Or mouth.
And that was a headfuck—sucking a dick, I mean. I didn’t think I’d like it, but… Fuck, I did.
“You just figuring that out?” I say, taking the Coke from him, cracking it open.
“So, are you bi?” He drops down on the other end of the couch, frowning a little, like he can’t figure me out.
Welcome to the club, dude.
“I don’t know.” I shrug.
“But you’re not gay? I mean, obviously, you’re not, since you’ve always had girlfriends. But like…” He scratches his head, and I can basically hear the gears turning.
“There’s smoke coming from your ears,” I state.
“Fuck off!” he chuckles.
I take a deep breath. “I don’t know. Honestly, I haven’t really thought about it. I feel like I’m just going with it. Like, yeah, obviously, I’m not straight, but I don’t know if wanna slam on another label, you know?”
“Fair.” He nods.
“I mean, how do I even know?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” I sigh. “How did you know you were gay?”
He tilts his head back and forth. “I guess I always knew. Like, I looked at boys the way boys looked at girls.”
“Yeah, but see, I don’t do that,” I say, pulling myself up to sit.
“You don’t look at boys the way you look at girls?”
I scratch behind my ear. “I don’t know if I look at girls either.”
He frowns. “But you’re always in a relationship?”
“Yeah, but, it’s always them coming on to me first. I don’t think I’ve ever hit on someone, unless they’ve shown interest first.”
He drops his head back, eyes in the ceiling. “Oh my god, your head is huge right now.” His hoarse voice breaks at the high note.
“Fuck off!” I snort, and he laughs.
“No, no, I get it. You’re hot as hell!”
I tilt my head. “Dude!”
