“I’m not saying you should have sex if it’s not something you’re interested in. I’m saying if you did hook up, I wouldn’t hold it against either of you.”
I’m nodding. That’s more or less what I thought he was gearing up to say, but I’ve seen how Evan reacted to the new development between me and Isaac. He’s a mess. He’s missing work. He’s cried. He’s left town… “Look—I’m not sure Evan would appreciate all this outside pressure I’m getting to try and make out with him to see how it feels.”
“Oh, Jesus, I hope that’s not what this sounds like,” Isaac says.
“What else would you call it?”
“I guess inmybrain it’s hard to fathomnotwanting to hook up with Evan.”
That draws a small smile from me. “You’re a sucker for that ass, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, you have no idea.” Isaac rubs a hand over his face then takes another sip of his drink. “Does it bother you that I have a thing for him?”
“It’s more than a thing,” I say, “and it only bothers me because I like being with you, and I was excited to see where it would go before I talked to Evan.”
“I was too,” he says. “Before I found out Evan’s got feelings for you.”
“But nothing’s happened between him and me,” I say.
“I care about him, and I don’t want to hurt him.”
“But he’s already hurt,” I argue.
“And I want to fix it,” Isaac says.
“By giving him a chance with me?”
He scowls. “That sounds terrible. No. You’re not mine to give him. But I do want to tell him he’s got a chance with me, and by the way, I don’t want to stop seeing you. Okay, that sounded worse.”
“If you want to see both of us, I can do that for a while, but I’m gonna need a decision at some point.”
Isaac groans. “Why? Why does it have to be one or the other?”
The question blindsides me because not only was I not expecting it, but it’s got me imagining a way different scenario than the one where eventually Isaac and Evan walk down an aisle together. A scenario that my dick gets ahead of itself with. This whole idea of seducing Evan just to see if I like it takes on a whole new layer when I add Isaac into the mix. “How would that work?”
“It probably wouldn’t,” he admits. “But it’s like the one way everyone gets at least half of what they want.”
I run a hand through my hair, tugging the strands slightly to try and distract my cock. “I’ll let you bring that up with him.”
Isaac laughs. “You’d be into it, though, wouldn’t you?”
Yes. I fucking would. Isaac’s sex life is my new obsession, and whether he’s fucking me or someone else with me, I’d be very, very into it. “Pretty sure you already know the answer to that.”
Isaac reaches over to palm the growing bulge in my pants. I catch his head and plant a kiss on him. He responds with an open, eager mouth.
Apollo greetsme when I get home early in the evening. I had no way of knowing when Evan would be back, and I have mixed feelings about it. The kitchen is clean, and the apartment is quiet except for the click of Apollo’s nails on the floor and his low, snuffling sounds as he sniffs me while I pet him.
I’m a little hurt by the fact that Evan skipped town after I more or less told him my life story, but I’ve gathered his parents are always asking him to visit, and I guess with the mess we’ve got happening here, dealing with his dad seemed more pleasant. I’m wondering how Apollo went on the plane when Evan comes out of his bedroom, and it’s the first question out of my mouth.
“He stayed at Sam’s.”
My head jerks up to look at my roommate. He’s barely in the living room, and he’s wearing short gym shorts that show off nearly every inch of his sculpted legs and a black hoodie. His hands are jammed in the front pocket, and his hair is a mess. “Why?” I ask, feeling another wave of disappointment crash over me.
“I didn’t want you to have to deal with him. I figured you had plans for the weekend.”
“And Sam didn’t?”
“Sam has a dog,” he says simply.
