“What do you mean?”
“Straight guys act grossed out by gay sex, but deep down, they’re curious. My gay friends have all been asked by their straight friends about their sex lives.”
“Do you want to hear about mine?”
“No. I know how hetero sex works.” Mac took another sip of water. “Straight guys think we’re having all this unbelievable, unholy, orgy-tastic sex. Not true. It’s just like hetero sex, minus a few parts.”
“Excuse us for being curious. In seventh grade, we had a whole class about how men and women have sex. There was no gay and lesbian unit. It’s all a mystery. We have no idea what’s it like to have one of those things up…”
“Your ass?” Mac examined it in his hands. “You know, a lot of straight guys are into pegging.”
“Pegging? You mean having one of those up…I’ll pass,” Gideon said.
“It’s not as uncommon as you think.” A smile spread across Mac’s lips that Gideon had never seen before. It was confident and a tad sinister. “You may want to experiment and try it by yourself, even just doing a finger while in the shower.”
“Nope.” Gideon crossed his arms, shutting that down pronto.
“You wouldn’t have to tell anyone. Not even me.”
“I will pass. I will most certainly pass.”
“Trust me, a lot of straight guys do it,” Mac said. “They may not talk about it, but they do it.”
Gideon was afraid to ask Mac how he knew that. “That’s their business. Their body, their choice.”
Mac slinked forward and put the dildo in his face like it was a microphone. “You could always borrow mine. Just wash it after you use it.”
Mac broke into laughter.
“Fuck you.” Gideon laughed, too, and just like that, they were back to normal. Two roommates joking around.
Well, almost normal.
“Would you mind putting it away now?” Gideon asked.
CHAPTER seven
Mac
Delia and Seth waited on the couch while Mac got ready for Cherry Stem. The lone gay club in Duncannon finally realized the economic benefits of having an eighteen-and-up night. Mac flicked his fingers through his hair to get it the right amount of caring without looking like he cared, or in other words, “playful.”
“Hurry up, Mac. You look gorgeous,” she called from the living room.
“One more minute.” Mac gargled some mouthwash.
Delia and Seth curled up on the chaise part of the couch both checking their phones, his arm casually around her. Mac still had to chuckle at how perfectly they worked as a couple.
“Seth, you’re really coming with us tonight?” Mac asked. “You are so whipped.”
“It will be fun.” He turned to Delia. “Right?”
“Yes! I can’t believe you don’t like to dance.”
“Well, I pulled both my hamstrings dancing at my junior prom.”
“Why don’t you do some stretching while Mac finishes getting pretty?” Delia pecked him on the lips. Seth stood up and did leg stretches against the wall.
“I’m actually done.” Mac shook nerves from his hands. It was his first toe-dip back into the gay dating pool.
