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“Do you make all the boys you go out with pay? I thought you’d be better at this.”
“Stick to the dollar menu, and my debit card is all yours,” he says, chuckling, but wincing like he can’t believe we’re really having this conversation. “I don’t get you.”
I don’t get me either, and even more so lately. Though whatever this thing is doesn’t feel as wrong as it should feel. I can’t pretend the back of my neck doesn’t sweat when I think about what I told Troy, but the banter, and hell, even the sex, feels like the next level to what we’ve been doing for years. “At some point we had to step up our game,” I tell him, “and we did that. There’s no reason to stress about it.”
“First of all, how did you know that’s what I was talking about? And second, did you forget you’re straight?”
I drop my head against the back of the seat and close my eyes. “Clearly, I can’t be totally straight. You get my dick hard, Troy. That doesn’t happen between two straight guys.”
“But how…when… You know what? Hold that thought.”
He pulls into McDonald’s, and instead of going inside, heads for the drive-thru. He doesn’t need to ask what I want, which is typical for Troy when we go to McDonald’s, automatically getting me a ten-piece nugget, medium fry, and a Sprite, followed by his own order. Before I know it, he’s paying for our meal, getting the food, and driving away. “Where are we going?”
“Shh.”
“I’m not allowed to talk at all? I thought I just had to be quiet about the sex we had and whether I’m queer or not.”
“Nope. Everything. I can’t focus on you and drive right now.”
“But—”
“Shh,” he says again, and I can’t stop the laugh falling from my mouth.
“Whatever you say, lil stepbro.”
“You’re still talking.”
“You’re still replying.”
This time he ignores me. I watch him drive, which is a little weird, but don’t stop until he pulls into the lot by the greenway. Troy parks toward the back, under a tree, where there aren’t any other cars.
“Can I talk now?” I tease.
“Yes.”
“Were you trying to get me alone?” I pump my brows, and he rolls his eyes.
“I’m trying to be serious here for a minute, okay? I just… Have you been with other guys?” When I chuckle, he shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s so funny.”
“This whole conversation is about jealousy?”
“Jesus. No.” He takes the food bag from me, removes his own, then dumps the fries and the nuggets into the bag together, the way I always do. When he tries to hand them to me, I don’t move for a moment, struck…I don’t even know the word…stupid, I guess, that he would automatically do that for me.There’s no one in my life who pays enough attention to know how I eat my McDonald’s and then cares enough to do it for me.
Which means I should offer him something too, shouldn’t I? That’s the way people-ing is supposed to work. “You know I haven’t been with a guy. I told you that was my first BJ before it even happened.”
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t gotten your dick sucked by a dude, or jerked off, or fuck, a hundred other things.”
“Nope. I save my practicing for you.”
He stills mid-bite, holding his burger up to his mouth comically, and I can’t help but laugh again.
“I never know if you’re being serious or not. All I’m trying to say is, I’m here if you need to talk. No matter how confusing our relationship can be sometimes, you can always come to me.”
My heart starts doing the salsa or some other fast dance. The damn thing is beating too fast, and I don’t know why or how to stop it. What he said is…sweet. No one is sweet to me, and I’m not sure how to respond to it. “I’m not having a crisis about my sexuality. You get me hard. I like sucking your dick. I guess I’m bi. The end.” Reaching into my bag, I pull out a nugget and a few fries, biting into them together.
“Like?” He quirks a brow.
Shit. Damn it. Oops? “Liked. Past tense.”
