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“I think we’re all a little gay after that. That was hot.” Rossi slaps Cohen’s shoulder. “Still only you, dude.”
What did that Katy Perry sing about again? I kissed a guy. And my dick really fucking liked it.
“You’re right. I liked it. Wanna know why?” My response clearly takes him by surprise because when I dip my mouth down next to his ear, he doesn’t pull away. “You were finally fucking quiet.”
I keep replaying that damn kiss. Jacobs’s lips on mine. His tongue in my mouth. That groan … I’d sell my soul to hear that again.
“I liked kissing you, okay! It was hot, and it made me hard, and I swear I’ve jerked off so much to the thought of it, I was worried my dick would fall off. I wanted to see if it was a fluke.”
My newfound enjoyment of manhandling does have some limits. Rough sex, good. Murder, bad.
“You know, this is practically a date.” Jacobs sprays coffee all over the table, and I lean back in my seat victorious.
“Teddy Beckett. Teddy Beck.” My eyes widen. “Teddy B … ear. You realize you’re Teddy Bear from this day forward, right?” He smiles at me from across the table, and there’s no hint of his earlier annoyance. “Topher and Teddy. I like it.”
If someone told me to label it right now, I’d say, “I’m dating a guy, and I like it.” Is Tophersexual an identity? Because I’d be down for that.
Shake it off, Beckett. You have to beat Jacobs at something. He’s mastered BJs. Be the best damn bottom ever. Become one with bottoming. Be your carefree, fuck the consequences self and take dick like a champ.
But I refuse to keep Beck a secret. It might have made sense early on when I’d been sure things were only physical, but now we’re actually together, now we’re both committed to this thing, I’m going to claim him. Beck is mine. And everyone is gonna know it.
“Why would I be nervous about that? It’s no big deal. It’s nothing special—we’re just two dudes who are dating. There’s nothing to be nervous about.” “So … you’re terrified, then?” “Quietly shitting myself, yes.”
“Oh my God, I love you.” I reach for the precious, precious liquid. “Aww, I love you—wait, you’re talking to the coffee, aren’t you?” “I love both of you equally. Don’t make me choose!”
“Turns out there’s a fine line between love and hate, and that line is blowjobs.”
