“Fuck, have you been practicing or something?” I wrinkled my nose as Wes wiped the floor with me. Again.
“Maybe if you stayed consistent with a character, you might be able to beat me,” Wes said, a smug expression on his face.
“Why Batman?” Tai asked as he prepared for his face-off with Wes. He blew a piece of his bright pink hair off his forehead.
“Just felt like a change of pace,” I deflected, not wanting to go any deeper into that. If I mentioned the Batman I met at the Comic-Con, my friends would either start teasing me relentlessly or get all thirsty and shit and try to track down Batman hottie. And I really didn’t want to bring up the thing that had been circling through my mind the most.
That kiss.
It had been an impromptu kiss egged on by a bunch of Superbat fans, but it had been the first time I had ever kissed a guy.
That should’ve been easy enough to dismiss—just a random performative kiss—but instead, it had been circling in my head nonstop. Mostly because I’d actuallylikedit. The whole thing had turned me on, which had been a total shocker, but I didn’t know if it had just been a freak occurrence or what. All I knew was that my traitorous mind had decided to replay that kiss as jerk-off material far too often over the past six months, and I needed it to stop. Dating was already difficult enough for me. I didn’t need to go and make things harder.
“Fuck, Wes,” Tai cursed. “You just want to play this game so you can gloat.”
“I mean, a little, yeah,” he responded. “Ready to go again, Beck?”
Resolve stirred in my gut, and I clutched the controller tighter. Who even knew if I’d see Cay again? The longer I remained single, the more questions multiplied in my mind.
“Okay, Tai,” I said, nudging his knee again. “Set up the date with Maisie and whoever those other fuckers are.”
“The deadpan tone is really selling the excitement.” Tai’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll make it happen.”
I sucked in a breath and focused on the next round of Wes kicking my ass.
Time to get back out there.
Chapter Four
Cay
Iwas going on a double blind date.
How the hell had I agreed to that insane idea in the first place?
Oh yeah, these days I grasped at anything to help me forget an insane encounter at Comic-Con nearly six months before.
I groaned at the thought, rolling over in my bed I should have left hours ago. The closet door was cracked open, mocking me to get up and pick an outfit for the evening. Add another thing to the “don’t wanna” list.
After Tai’s yapping about me getting carpal tunnel from jerking off so often, he’d unveiled his evil plan for the blind date. The guy behaved like he’d been dropped into a pot of coffee as an infant, then rolled in enough glitter to last hima lifetime. But he was such a ray of sunshine and so fucking convincing I had caved and agreed, like the wet noodle I was. After all, going on a date the old-fashioned way—set up by friends—was so much better than finding someone on a hookup app. A great evening out and meeting a lovely woman was bound to get me out of my funk. Right?
I couldn’t shake off the weird mood that had overtaken me after that Comic-Con. Feeling like a loser with a capitalL, I had followed every Superman cosplayer on Instagram as if to torture myself with hot men who tried to look like Beck but never reached my high expectations.
The whole thing was just a stupid fantasy I allowed myself to jerk off to. It meant nothing. Just like I knew I wouldn’t date Lucy Lawless and take her on a date in a Xena outfit when I was a boy, I knew now that I wouldn’t go out with Beck. No, that was different. Or was it?
Unlocking my phone, I scrolled Insta to the video of a dude in red-and-blue spandex, sitting on a chair with parted legs.
No.
I tossed the phone aside, but my head, both of them, actually, wouldn’t give me a rest.Fuck it.
I reached into my boxers to grab my boner, already leaking precum at the fantasies filling my head. I closed my eyes and pictured Beck standing on the McCormick Place balcony in a Superman cape. Only the cape. It flapped in the breeze, barely covering Beck’s shouldersas he stood with hands on his hips and his dick proudly erect. There was no one else there, and Beck’s broody expression gave way to a wicked smile as he lifted one leg onto the nearby bench.
With a stifled moan, I swiped a thumb across the head of my cock, smearing the precum.I won’t need long.This fantasy was bound to get me off in record time.
A sharp pounding on my door startled me, and I pulled my boxers up.
“You better not be late for your date!” My roommate’s voice carried through the door.
