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“Give it to me hard.” Good grief. Unable to deny him, I slap his palm.
Lol
“If you could have any one thing, like a wish without all the potential baggage and repercussions, what would it be?” Brad’s smile tips up, as if he likes that question. He doesn’t have to consider it for long. “A good cuddle sesh.” His answer takes me so off guard, it’s a moment before I can say anything at all. “Really?” “Yeah, man. It’s been a while for me, you know? I miss, just, like…touching someone. Holding.” Fu-u-uck. How long would it take to custom-order a ring?
“Dude. That’s rad.” “Is it?” he asks, an eyebrow raised. “Yeah. Your partners sound lucky. Do you like rimming?”
Wtf lol
“What’s next?” he asks. I look up at him with a grin. “Balls. How do you like them?” Joey covers his face.
Again wtf lol
“The inside is more important to me,” he says. “I want someone like… Well, someone like you.” “Dude,” I say slowly, setting down my fork. “That’s a super-nice compliment. Thank you.”
“Bradley,” he answers before taking another bite of his food. I pause, my fork halfway to my mouth. I set it back down. “Your name…is Brad Bradley?” His head bobs in a nod. Oh, good Lord.
Wtf?! Lmao
Smaller straps lead down to the high, fancy, herringbone socks I’m wearing. My briefs are ridiculously short, leaving my upper legs bare. And I’m shirtless. But I have a bow tie. That’s something.
“We need a code!” I realize. “A code?” “For when a guy is flirting and you’re interested. Should it be a word? A gesture?” “I can think of so many words,” Joey mumbles.
Joey rubs his temple. “Have you actually been in the back rooms?” “Honest mistake,” I tell him. “I thought there was candy.”
*face palm*
And I’m not sure if you know this, but sometimes you smell like sawdust. Like those happy memories you mentioned from your childhood. I could see that becoming someone else’s happy memory, too, you know?
“You have coffee?” he calls. I’m not sure I have a single functioning brain cell left after that.
“Besides,” he goes on, leaning forward, the move bringing us closer. “Being queer isn’t the part that scares me.” “No?” I ask, throat tight. “What scares you?” “The thought of losing you,” he answers, just about doing me in. “I couldn’t stand to lose you, Joey.”
“Oh, shit,” Brad whispers. “There’s Greg again, huh?” I pause, my lips on his neck. “Did you name my dick Greg? As in…gregarious?” “Yeah?” “Of course you did,” I mutter, unable to stop my laughter.
“This is going to be a thing now, isn’t it? Me hearing about you and his—” “What do you think his dick looks like?” “Yep. There it is.”
“Hello, Greg,” I whisper. “I’m Brad. It’s so very good to meet you.” Joey makes a choked sound above me. “Did you just…give my dick a handshake?”
yeah...wtf?
This is my Joey. And touching him has never, not once, felt wrong.
okay, very cute!
People spend their entire lives searching for this. Trying to find the right person at the right time. To know I’ve found mine…my right person…without yet knowing if it’s the right time? It’s terrifying.
“I want you all the time,” I admit, the sound of my hips slapping Brad’s ass and the feel of his thighs around my dick turning my control into a tenuous thing. “All the time. And I’ll never take more than you want to give me. But I’d take everything if you let me.”
