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“As Logan says on his social media quite often, he’s living his dream with his husband and daughter. It’s all he ever wanted.” I give him a second to take it all in. I think of something that will trip him up, and I have it on my tongue. “Okay, it’s my turn, Farmer.” I already know the answer to my question, but he started out tough, so I will, too.
“Have you ever kissed a guy?” I ask. Clark Farmer has been a ladies man from the beginning of junior high. More so, his shy demeanor rakes them in at a higher number than the average ego-laced man.
He’s quiet, and his line of sight turns away from me. He clears his throat. “Well, yeah, I have.”
NO FUCKING WAY! And now my cock springs to life so fast I can’t help it. Slacks aren’t quite like boxers or athletic shorts, but they don’t hide an erection as jeans would. The blanket covers me, and I’m left with my mouth hanging open. “Explain, now. And don’t act as if I didn’t do the same earlier.”
“I’m bisexual. I realized at a young age, but only Jen, my parents, and Rex know this. And I guess, now you.”
Holy fuck, this fine specimen of a man and my archnemesis swings my way, too.
“I wasn’t expecting your answer. I was ribbing you. But fuck, I know what it’s like to be outed before you’re ready. No one will ever find out from me, no matter how much we hate one another.”
“But,” he begins. “Do we hate one another? Maybe we can put aside our vicious hatred for the other and act like civilized humans.”
I’ve spent my whole life hating Clark Farmer. My dad made me ashamed and fueled the fire, reminding me often that an ordinary farm boy beat me out of almost every single competition we had. My dad will forever continue to remind me of this.
“I suppose we don’t have to hate one another,” I admit.
“You suppose?” he teases, jabbing my side. “Okay, I’m next. Let’s see.” He taps his chin as if he’s in deep thought. “Who would you choose, like a celebrity or even someone you never could have, like maybe a straight friend.”
“I’ve always thought Ryan Reynolds is very cute.” It comes out so quickly, and Clark quirks a brow at me.
“Okay, on that note,” I continue, “it’s my turn. It’s relatively easy. Who would you kiss if given a chance? Since I’m new to this information that you swing both ways, please make it a guy.”
I want to ask who he’s kissed, but I don’t. I never want him to out others, and I’ll never be the reason someone is outed.
“I’m not naming anyone I’ve kissed. I hope you know that.” I answer with a bob. “But, Curtis in accounting is rather cute. But he has a girlfriend.”
Curtis is friendly, I think to myself, and he’s hot as hell. “Not bad, Farmer, not bad at all.”
“All right, Xan. Fair warning. This one is rather intrusive, but we have the time.” I wait because I have a feeling I know what he’ll ask. “Are you more of a bottom or a top?”
“I’m vers. I prefer to top, but there’s something about that P spot.” And I wonder if he’s ever bottomed for another. This could be my next question. “Okay, Farmer. You ever have a threesome since you swing both ways? And I’m not asking for specifics, like the people. A simple yes or no is good enough.”
A smile splits his lips. “Yeah. I have.” It’s all he gives me, but it’s all I need. “Now, you, Xan, same question. Have you ever been in a threesome?”
“I’m assuming my threesome would be different from yours regarding gender, but yes, I’ve been with two other men at once. David loved to watch and be watched.”
I’m giving the man a little too much of myself. Can I trust him that he won’t tell everyone this information? One look into his dark brown eyes, and I think I can.
“Ah, a little bit more than I expected, but that’s hot if you ask me. But now it’s your turn, Xan. Make it good.”
The room fills with a cold chill as the embers begin to die. “Let’s suspend the game for now. I’ll start the fire and walk to the end of the road to see if I can get a signal.” Tossing the log onto the fire, I move it around with the rod, and it starts blazing. I begin to dress, layering myself to contain the heat of the fire for a while. Opening the door, I look out into the white wilderness. Fuck, it’s still snowing. Son of a bitch. “I’ll be right back. Try not to miss me.”
How the fuck have I gone from hating the man to flirting with him and wanting to top his ass? This is a fucking bad idea if I’ve ever heard of one.
14
CLARK
Xander’s parting words were, “Don’t miss me too much.” And fuck, have we been flirting? I’ve never missed how he wears his blond hair tight against his head, and his blue eyes are both big and the color of the sky. I could fit my long arms around his tall and lean stature, and I could toss him around a little. I’ve been witness to his body for the past several hours, and the V is defined and fucking sexy. His voice is gravelly, as it seems he has been flirting with me.
He knows I’m bisexual. Will he do something with it? He’d thrown on his slacks, but I didn’t miss the outline of his cock. Yeah, business slacks do little to hide an erection.
What am I thinking? He’s made my life a living hell for years. And now what? Do my thoughts focus on his tight ass or how I could use a release? Has the cold gotten to me? And what the fuck is up with all the winking?
Sliding down the blankets, my cock has a mind of its own. Can I jack off while Xander is outside attempting to gain some sort of cell signal? Would I have time? Not likely, and if I were to hide in the bathroom, the coldness of the rest of the house would make my cock hide, too.
