“It only counts if you’ve had hands-on experience,” I told him.“If you just watched, it means you’re a backseat driver.”
He winked.“I do know how you taste, remember.”
I felt my face flush red.“Well, there’s that.”
“William was furious, incidentally,” Flynn continued.“He doesn’t like sharing the attention.”
“Whereas you looked furious that I’d been so presumptuous.”
He shrugged.“That wasn’t how it was meant to go.”
“And yet you still came in your pants, unless my memory is mistaken.So, planned or otherwise, I hope you’re not trying to tell me that you didn’t enjoy it.”
“That...hadn’t ever happened before.”
I tried not to preen at that confession.Or not visibly, anyway.
“So...when you do have sex...like, actual sex...”
Flynn sighed, presumably at my reticence.“Just ask what you want to ask, Oli.”
The problem was, I hadn’t really known what I wanted to ask.Had been fishing, really, for whatever details he might choose to tell me.Whichever blanks he could fill in.
“When you and William...”I started.
“Can we not talk about him, please?”Not said sharply, but the interruption came so quickly, there was no denying he was upset.
“Fine, fine.When you’re having sex, do you...well, what do you do?”
A laugh.“All the things you do when you’re having sex, I imagine.”
I couldn’t resist the side-eye, my eyebrow arched.“All the things?”
He blinked at me, then shook his head.“Don’t tell me I’ve stumbled onto some terrifying kink, in a niche I’ve never even heard of.”
“No comment,” I told him, smirking.
“Look, I suck dick, and I fuck, and I eat ass, and I do all the fun stuff.Or” - he gave me another of those skeptical glances - “a lot of the fun stuff, anyway.Present company’s terrifying kinks notwithstanding.The denial wouldn’t feel so meaningful, if I didn’t enjoy what I was missing out on.”
There was something simultaneously thrilling and guilt-provoking, to be talking about all this stuff surrounded by his wrecked apartment.Like I’d swooped in, pretending to be there because I was worried about him, only to end up grilling him for his bedroom preferences.
“We don’t have to talk about this stuff...I mean, if you’re not comfortable.”Easier, anyway, than talking about the gap that William’s absence now left.New, but already yawning with a challenge of its own.Easier than examining why, for all I knew its danger, the thought of not talking with him left me feeling hollow.
Flynn sighed.“Look, if you’re asking what I think you’re asking, then yes.I would’ve gladly traded places with William, on both occasions.Or, if you’d preferred it, pushed you onto your hands and knees, and fucked you for as long as I could last.Which, given how hot I think your ass is, would probably not have been that long.”
I felt light-headed.So used to the teasing and the tiptoeing that this blunt, outspoken version of Flynn was making me dizzy.
“I...I see.”
He gave me a searching look.“Forgive me, if that wasn’t the answer to the question you actually had in mind.”
My shoulders felt jerky, the muscles twitchy, as I shrugged.“You think my ass is hot?”
Flynn’s laugh sounded a lot closer to normal than anything else I’d heard since arriving.
“I think all of you is hot, Oli.Watching you have sex, and not being able to join in, was a particularly effective torture.”
“Uh, thanks?”
