“If history has taught us anything, it’s that you have a horrible gaydar, Wesley.” I shake my head slowly. This just doesn’t make sense. Yes, I’ve thought about it. I’ve dreamed about it. I’ve tossed off to incredibly vivid fantasies of it more times than I can count. But the idea of Devon Montgomery genuinely being interested in having another guy’s cock up his arse, or down his throat, or really anywhere in his general vicinity outside of my imagination just seems ludicrous. It’s as though Natasha is trying to convince me that the sky is green.
