There’s rustling on the other end. A minute later, I see the little notification telling me that Hugo’s logged in. I smile.
“You going to get dinner with the team?” I ask.
“Nah, I’ll get something delivered. I see them all day and I’d rather talk to you.”
The way my chest warms at his words has me closing my eyes. Reaching for my water, I take a sip. I have a mouth full of water when Hugo asks, “Can my character have sex with these animal people?”
Of course, I swallow down the wrong tube and immediately start choking. I have enough conscious thought to turn away from my computer so I don’t spray it and my keyboard with water as I cough it up.
“Torin? Are you okay?”
I nod, even knowing he can’t hear that while I continue trying to clear my airway. “Yes,” I choke. It’s several stressful seconds later before I’m able to take a few deep breaths without coughing. “Sorry.”
“Are you okay? What happened? What do you need? Should I call someone?”
A smile spreads across my face as I readjust in the chair again. “No, I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting your question.”
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t know you were drinking.”
“It’s water,” I say, laughing. “And to answer your question, it’s not that kind of game. It was originally created for a younger crowd so, as you can imagine, sex is shameful therefore it’s not in these types of games.”
“Ah. That’s too bad. I’d like to see what my guy and that parrot person could breed.”
I laugh.
“Speaking of sex. Can I ask you a question?”
My cheeks heat, but for once, no one is going to be able to see me while I talk through a potentially embarrassing conversation. Not because sex is embarrassing. But because everything about me feels embarrassing. For no reason, most of the time. Just because I exist.
“Yes.”
“My dick doesn’t… freak you out?”
That’s not the question I was expecting. Not that I was anticipating something specific, but it wasn’t that. “No. Not at all.”
“Really? In my experience, ‘the bigger, the better’ is only applicable in theory. When one actually sees how big, it’s a different story.”
“I’m a size queen. I’d show you my biggest toy, but I think I might die from humiliation at admitting I use it.”
“Like… how do you use it?”
Grinning, I set my controller down and stare at the ceiling. “I’m a verse bottom. Do you know what that means?”
“No. I understand bottom and top, I think. Noah gets uncomfortable when I ask those kinds of questions, though he tries not to. I’m only asking to understand and I think he knows that, but he’s spent his life defending who he is and… yeah.”
“Okay, well. So it’s clear—a top is someone whodoesthe penetrating. The bottom is the one whotakesthe penetration.”
“From the top and bottom?”
This man is too cute. “No. Position doesn’t actually matter. It’s about whose dick goes where. The person’s dick who goes into their partner’s ass is the top. The other, even if they’re physically sitting on top of the other guy, is the bottom. It’s all about the dick.”
“Ah. I didn’t realize that.”
Sweet, sweet man. “A verse or a switch—mostly the same thing, these days—means someone who does both. You can be strictly a top, or strictly a bottom, or verse. Someone that’s a verse bottom means theycanand do participate in both, but that they prefer to bottom most of the time. It goes the other way, too—a verse top is someone who does both, but prefers to top.”
“What makes you decide which you want to do?”
I hum as I think about this. “I suppose the situation. As I said,I’m a size queen. If my hookup has lied about what he has, he doesn’t get my ass.”
