“That must hurt like hell,” Chase says, somewhere between a question and a statement.
“I would think so. But he seems to be enjoying it.”
“Can you imagine? Taking a dick like that?”
I look at the black boxers stretched tight across Chase’s powerful thighs. I’ve felt the python under them, felt the pulse of it. I wonder what it would look like hard.
“Probably not.”
“Probably?” Chase pulls his eyes off the screen and looks at me. “So it’s a possibility.”
“I—that’s not—I didn’t mean—” I stammer, my face burning.
He nudges me with his shoulder. “I’m just fucking with you, Finn. We’re supposed to be gay, remember? You’re supposed to think about taking dick. So it’s good that it’s a possibility.”
The guys onscreen are getting louder, their movements more frantic. The twink reaches down and starts jerking himself off in time with the jock’s thrusts. The shots get more explicit. Close-ups. A view from below. I’ve never seen a guy’s asshole so clearly in my life. It’s all pink and puckered and stretched wide around the other guy’s cock.
One of the reindeer on my boxers starts to rise. The wet spot is growing. I can feel the pulse of my own heartbeat in my dick.
“Are we… is this enough research for one night?” I try to shift again, to angle myself away from Chase, but the bed’s too small. “I think I get the general idea.”
“You want to stop?” He looks over at me again, but this time his eyes travel down, from my face to my crotch and back up again.
“I—” I start, but then he rests a hand on my thigh. His thumb is right next to my now very obvious erection, and if he moves it even an inch, he’ll be touching me.
“Hey,” he says. “It’s all good, man. We’re watching porn. It’s a normal reaction.”
“I’m not—this isn’t?—”
“Don’t worry. I’m in the same boat.” He gestures with his chin toward his own crotch. Because of the black fabric, it’s less obvious, but the bulge is clearly bigger than it was a few minutesago. “It’s what happens when you watch two people fuck like animals.”
He’s so casual about it. So matter-of-fact. Like it’s no big deal that we’re both sitting here with hard-ons in our underwear. Two dudes who, a few hours ago, were total strangers and are now co-conspirators in a revenge plot against our cheating ex.
But maybe this is what guys who play team sports are like. All that locker-room camaraderie, being naked in front of each other all the time, the horseplay. A totally different world from the quiet, solitary routine of someone studying music.
“It’s a little… confusing,” I finally admit.
“What’s confusing?”
“All of this. Today. You. This.” I wave a hand vaguely at the laptop screen, where the twink has just ejaculated all over the locker in a dramatic, arcing spray. “It’s a lot.”
“Yeah, no shit. It’s been a weird fucking day. But you know what? I’m kind of enjoying it.” He takes a final swig of his beer, crushes the can in one hand, and tosses it toward the overflowing trash can by the door. It bounces off the rim and lands on the floor with a clatter. “I like you, Finn. You’re a good dude. I feel bad we had to meet like this.”
“Me too,” I say, and I mean it. As fucked up as this whole situation is, there’s a part of me that’s glad I’m not going through it alone. “I like you too, Chase.”
“And Brittany. Fuck her. She did us both a favor.”
“Yeah. She brought us together.” I say it jokingly, but as the words leave my mouth, something in them rings true.
“Exactly.” He grins. “Now what do you say? Wanna whip ’em out? Make it a proper boys’ night?”
6
Istare at Chase, trying to figure out if he’s fucking with me again. He’s got this deadpan expression, but there’s a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes.
“You’re joking,” I say.
“I’m not. We’re both sporting wood. Might as well let ’em breathe.”
