“Except… somehow she always gets me to do what she wants. It’s a gift.”
“Hey now hey, talk about a tactical error on your part. Now I know if I want something from you, I just have to get Evie involved.” I try not to think about the fact that the thing I want from him is to flip me over on this table and go to town on my ass.
He groans but also grins. His teeth are so white against that beautiful olive skin of his, and his dark, angled eyes feel warm. Like maybe we are friends.
“Oh shit, I forgot.”
“Still carb drunk, are we?” I ask, smiling at his outburst. “What’d you forget, Nick? Left that stick in your apartment for once?”
“Har har. I assume you mean the stick that’s up my ass.”
I gesture in the affirmative and laugh.
He smirks down at me. “Well, joke’s on you, it’s still there.”
I roll my eyes, enjoying his attention. “You know, that’s not exactly something you should be proud of.”
“If me having a stick up my ass means that my gym runs efficiently, that no corners get cut, that all of the details get managed and reviewed, then fine, I accept it. I, Nick Martinez, apparently enjoy having a stick up my ass.”
I literally LOL’d.
“It’s not that funny,cabron.”
“I beg to differ. That shit ishilarious.”
“Fine, but the thing I’d forgotten is that I have some clothes for you, if you want them.”
Not this again.
“Dude.I already said I don’t want your charity. I accepted the phone because there’s a business reason for it, but clothes and shit… I can take care of myself just fine.”
Nick does a combination eye roll, crossed-eyes thing that frankly should not be sexy but somehow is. “Dude, unclench. I have a trans sister, and she has some old clothes from her masc days that she’s been holding on to, and I think she’s finally comfortable enough to let them go. Y’all are almost exactly the same size, and just the other day you said that you wear size nine shoes, which was totally her size in men’s shoes. C’mon. She’s always been super fashionable; you’ll like what she has. Save me a trip to ARCH or something.”
I wrinkle my nose at the idea of somebody else going through his sister’s things. “Okay, fine. I could definitely use a jacket in this weather. Sorry for being a douche.”
He laughs and raises that doubting eyebrow at me.Hello, old friend.“What is it with you and things that go up people’s asses?”
“I dunno, maybe it’s a side effect of being gay and not exclusively a top?”
He looks me up and down, incredulous. “You’vetopped people.”
“Uh, duh. Why are you so surprised?”
“You’re kind of a little dude.”
“Uh, stereotype much? And besides, I’m five foot ten. That’s a perfectly respectable height. I’m just a little skinnier than I usually am.”
“Well, I guess there are smaller dudes than you.”
I scratch my chin and smile. “I actually prefer guys who are bigger than me.”
“So, wait… you’ve topped bigger guys?” Nick’s imagination lacks… imagination.
“I actually don’t know that I’ve ever topped someone smaller than me. But I like both, pretty equally.” Not sure why it was important to clarify that. “Besides, what makes my stick-up-your-ass comment funny is that you are clearly an exclusive top. Though I shudder for the poor bottom who finds his way into your bedroom.”
Nick’s face is hilarious, his jaw nearly on the table. I think I actually offended him. “Are you suggesting that I don’t have the requisite empathy for the men who bottom for me? Because my previous lovers would tell you that I am more than attentive to their needs.”
I lean forward, placing my chin on my knuckles.Do tell.
