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I blinked. “What?” God, that chick’s ass. What had we been…oh. Shame swamped me. Sebastian was having a breakdown over hot chocolate, and I couldn’t get my tongue back in my mouth long enough to focus on not being a dick.
I guess the way his shirt hung down hid how fucking bony he was. Nothing could hide what a fucking mess he was, though.
The thought of Sebastian nagging me about my shoes made me smile more than I had in years. My shoes lined up next to his looked like home, even if it was only temporary.
And here I was doing the same thing to Aidan, only in reverse: assuming he was so tough because that was how he looked. And yeah, same thing. He probably was pretty tough, tougher than me in a lot of ways. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried, and confused, and lost, and vulnerable.
My lips ached from smiling wider than I had in a long time. Aidan was blushing. Stupid straight guys never knew how to take a compliment.
Put another way, I had a hot, straight roommate who carried home heavy bags full of rainbow flowers and planted them for me, and who I was starting to really, really like. Oh, crap. I was in so much trouble.
Had I just — licked him? It wasn’t on purpose, but had Aidan thought I licked him on purpose? Oh God, oh God, I licked my straight roommate. With my tongue.
Aidan was my roommate. My friend, maybe. The guy who made me a rainbow garden. If he was going to let some drunk gay boy snuggle with him…why wasn’t it me?
The only thing less sexy than having awkward feet would be bursting into the bathroom while he was trying to wake up and demanding my tweezers, right? He probably wasn’t ready for that level of gay.
‘More subtly’ included lines like, “You’re really tall. Is what they say true?” while ‘less subtly’ included lines like, “How big is your dick?”
In the couple of weeks since Sebastian and I had hooked up for real, it had gotten basically impossible for me to hide the sappy, dumbass, I’m having sex with him and he’s so pretty look on my face every time his name came up.
I probably didn’t look any better. A lot worse, actually, because he had the head start of being a natural nine, while I was kind of a six on a good day.
If you’re with me, everyone will think you’re gay. I mean, it is kind of gay.” “To have a boyfriend? Yeah, that’s a little gay.”
Me, break up with you? Sebastian, you’re smarter than that.”
“Home,” he gasped between kisses. “We have to get home. I need you inside me like, yesterday.” “I was inside you yesterday,” I mumbled, his lips getting in my way.
Dicks were amazing: soft skin over hard flesh, sensitive and responsive and such a perfect fit for a hand. Why had I ever been satisfied with only having one to play with?
For the record, though? ‘Uncle Peter has better estate lawyers than you’ might be the most trust-fund-brat thing anyone has ever said, ever. I mean, I guess if you’d managed to work in a reference to a yacht —”
