“No, it’s the ass.”
“I haven’t had sex,” Bash insisted. That was mostly true. He hadn’t fucked Adonis. Though he was pretty sure that the other things they had done could comfortably fall under the definition of sex.
“Are you sure?” Robbie said. “You’ve been texting someone. A lot. I’ve noticed.”
“I’m surprised you notice anything, now that you’re dating Clarisse.”
Robbie blushed. “We’re not dating.”
“Sure.”
“We’re not.”
“Sure. She’s here to cheer you on, isn’t she?”
“She’s supportive. A supportive…” He floundered, trying to find a word.
“Girlfriend?” Bash offered.
“No.”
“Friend that you’re fucking?”
“Um.”
“Girlfriend,” Bash said decisively. He began putting on his gear.
Robbie smiled wickedly. “You know who came with her?”
Bash froze. “Who?”
“Adonis Costa.”
“Really?”
Robbie waved his phone. “Yep. She texted me that he decided to join at the last minute.” He cocked his head. “You know, that might’ve been meant to be a surprise.” His smile widened. “Why would it be a surprise, Bash?”
Bash mumbled something in Dutch.
“Hm,” Robbie said. “Not getting any ass?”
“I swear,” Bash said. “No ass.”
“So, you and Adonis haven’t fucked?” Robbie said. Weston shot a look their way, smirking. Bash flipped him off.
“Lower your voice,” Bash said, “unless you want everyone, including Coachandthe fans, to hear you. No, we haven’t fucked. Meaning, my penis has not been in his asshole. We have done other things.”
“I knew it!” Robbie crowed. “Hell yeah, bro. You like him, don’t you.”
“No,” Bash said. “It’s just physical.”
“Uh-huh. That’s what they all say.”
“We have a lovely arrangement with calendar invites and everything,” Bash said.
Robbie cackled. “I’m glad it works for you. And I hope you enjoy seeing him cheer you on at the game today. Like you said, very normal for a friend you’re just having sex with to show up and cheer someone on at a scrimmage game.”
Bash groaned.
