Rocket Science (Love Logic, #1)

by K.M. Neuhold

“I don’t tell you about all my hookups,” I argue weakly. Prior to two weeks ago that would’ve been a lie, but I didn’t tell them about Elijah, and I have no plans to. And not just because I don’t need the grief. In a weird way, it feels too private to tell anyone about. Wow, maybe I’m maturing or some shit like that.

“I don’t get you. That first night at the bar with the Star Wars argument, you were so passionate and smart. You’ve been the same when you come to hang out at my place or text me. But then tonight you’re this dude-bro asshole who only thinks with his dick. It’s like you’re some kind of horny Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.”

Maybe everyone is right when they say sex ruins friendships. I didn’t even get full on sex before the friendship was ruined. I feel kind of ripped off.

I wonder for the dozenth time about Theo’s feelings toward Elijah. Even if he only sees him as a friend, he trusted me to watch out for him, not get him naked and then do a one-eighty as soon as the cum cools.

This isn’t a frat party; it’s a nerd party, and I can get on board with that.

It’s definitely a nerd party, that’s for sure—I swear to god a game of D&D seems to have broken out at the kitchen table, and that’s the kind of shit you just can’t make up.

I glance over at the bunch of ripe bananas on the counter and eye them cautiously. It almost feels like I’m on some kind of prank show where as soon as I start practicing fellating a banana, someone’s going to pop out with a camera.

“I can totally do this,” I say out loud into the empty apartment, feeling no more stupid about that than about the fact that I’m about to get to third base with a piece of fruit.

Elijah: Should a person get their butthole waxed if they want to get rimmed? Theo: Funny, Pax, did you steal Elijah’s phone? Elijah: This isn’t a joke Theo: Wait, who do you want to rim you? Elijah: Just this guy Theo: Like a boyfriend? Elijah: Not a boyfriend Theo: What then? Elijah: More of an experiment Theo: With rimming? Theo: Potentially, yes Theo: Ooooookay. Yes, get waxed, and I’m going to send you a link for…um…prep Elijah: What kind of prep? More than waxing? Theo: Oh, child.

“When did you get such a filthy mouth?” “Probably when you put your cock in it,” he reasons, and I bark out a laugh.