Hell, they were back to this?“Why don’t you tell me why not.”
“I’m too skinny,” Sam said.
“No you aren’t.You’re fine.You don’t look anorexic or anything.”
“There’s a big difference between not being anorexic and being hot.I’m in between those two points and you know it.You like muscle on your guys.Tell me you thought I was attractive when you first saw me.”
Ian opened his mouth, and barely stopped himself from saying, “I didn’t.”But he was left with his mouth hanging open, looking suspicious.Like maybe he’d been about to say, “I didn’t.”
Sam looked away.Farther away.He’d been looking at Ian’s chin before, but now he was staring over his shoulder.“Exactly.I’m not attractive.You know how many guys I’ve ever asked out?One.You, when we first met.You shot me down.”The entryway filled with silence, except for the sound of Ian shifting his legs uncomfortably.Jesus, was he fidgeting?
Sam went on with the torture.“You think any guy like you has ever come on to me before?A guy who could have anyone?Of course not,becauseyou can have anyone, so why would you want a guy who’s gangly and too skinny?Except my mouth.That’s too big.”
Finally.“It’s not too big.Every time I look at your mouth I get turned on.”
NowSam focused on him, twisting his sexy-puffy lips.“What, all three times you’ve seen me?”
Hell.“Okay, fine.”Fuck it, he wasn’t going to lie.“The first time, no.I mean, I kind of thought you looked like that guy on that show where those kids sing, but it didn’t do anything for me.Not until after you sucked me off.Now that I know what you can do with your mouth, yeah, it makes me hot.”
“What show where the kids sing?”
“They’re in high school.They sing.They get slushies in the face.”
“Glee?You think I look like Trouty Mouth onGlee?”Sam asked, like maybe that was an okay thing.
“Uh, yeah.Your mouth looks like his.”Especially when he had puffy, pink dick lips.
Sam scrunched his brow.“So you’re saying tonight it got you hot.Was that before or after you laughed at your friend’s comment about the gay waiter?”
Fuck, he couldnotbe blushing.Ian didn’t do that.He tried to force the heat out of his cheeks with the power of his mind.
Sam pointed a finger in his face.“You know what got to me most about that?That he knew I was gay just by looking at me.Not because I’m one of those cute little blond gay boys who’re six inches under average height and have sexy asses.No, I’m an overgrown bland gay boy who can’t hide it.When you’re one of those cute little twink guys, at least you have fag hags and the other stereotypical benefits of being gay, like clothes hanging well on you.Butnoooo, I’m the dorky type of gay guy.I’m swishy, but I’m too tall and gawky to pull it off.”
Wait, why did it sound like Sam blamed him for this?“What the hell?What do you want me to say, Sam?I barely know you.”
Sam’s face blanched, and he pushed up from the floor and sat against the wall, bringing his knees up in front of him.Ian closed his eyes, feeling weird.Guilty.But what the fuck did he have to feel guilty about?
“You’re right,” Sam said.“You barely know me.I think this hookup is over, and you need to go.”
Ian hadn’t expected to get away this easily.He’d thought it over earlier and figured if he went home with Sam tonight he’d be here for the duration.What a relief.
Shouldn’t I feel more relieved?
“Bye, Ian,” Sam prodded.
He sighed, rolled over onto his back and put himself away, then pushed up.Sam was staring at the floor in front of him.Ian couldn’t help but touch his head for just a moment.“Bye, Sam.”When he pulled his hand away, there was cum on it.
Nice.He probably deserved that.
Sam didn’t look at him as Ian let himself out.
The phone rang way too early the next morning.Sam cracked an eyelid and made himself focus on the clock.11:23 ante meridiem.Therefore, too early, at least on the mornings after he worked at Fatty’s and then whored himself in his entryway.But because Sam was unfailingly nice, he answered the dumb phone.
“’Lo?”
“Can you talk?”Nik hissed in his ear.
Huh?“Mom says I started right after my first birthday.I pretty much have it down pat by now.”
