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“You loose enough?” Brad asks. My head whips his way, and it takes me a long second to realize he’s talking about our warm-up. “Yeah, uh, I’m good.”
Lolol
“Definitely not into blood. So…showers?” “Oh, God,” he mumbles, sounding pained. “Yep. Let’s do it.”
POOR GUY
Although you might have to tuck me into bed later. It’s the least you can do after stuffing me so thoroughly, if you know what I mean.” He winks, and I cough, nearly spitting out my water.
“I shave,” I inform him, in case he’s curious. “I’m well aware,” he mumbles.
BAHAHA
I accept the sixteen-ounce bottle of lube Brad passes me, wondering if I’m dreaming. Or if, perhaps, this is a nightmare. “Um… Where am I supposed to put this?”
HAHAAHAAHA
Brad shrugs, like it’s perfectly reasonable that I might need sixteen ounces of lube on my first date inside what appears to be a mom-and-pop Mediterranean restaurant.
“I don’t have a chance, do I?” he asks Joey. Joey stops his own machine, looking almost apologetic, although I’m not sure why. “It’s not… He’s not…”
Maybe it was my feet that carried me across the finish line, but you can never discount the encouragement people give you along the way.
I cross my leg over my knee as Brad sucks butter and salt off his fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Alice shooting me a thumbs-up. Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Being queer isn’t the part that scares me.” “No?” I ask, throat tight. “What scares you?” “The thought of losing you,”
My breath leaves me softly, my eyes slipping shut as response after response flits through my head, each far too transparent to speak aloud.
It dawns on me who Alex is, beyond Brad’s friend. He’s Tink, a porn star at Elite 8 Studios. Several of these men work there, in fact. Dixon, Niko, Teddy. Cas did, too, as Himbo. And it didn’t occur to me until just now.
