Colton laughed. “God! You’re good at that! You do enjoy pushing my buttons, don’t you?”
Dean beamed and pulled one of his toes. “I really do. It’s the highlight of my day. Ready for another beer?”
“Yes, please.”
“Coming right up.”
“Hey, do you wanna hang out this Friday night?” Colton asked from his chair.
“Can’t,” Dean said, fishing through the fridge for the beer. “I have a date.”
Colton sat up straight, feeling the hairs stand on the back of his neck. “A date? With who?”
“A bartender in town. I was spinning at a local bar last Saturday night and he was bartending. We started talking and he asked me out.” Dean joined Colton back by the pool, passing him his beer.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Why would it be a bad idea?” Dean asked, seeming a little annoyed at the question.
“Well, he might be trying to take advantage of you or use you in some way.”
Dean huffed. “So what? I can’t see when someone is trying to take advantage of me? I can take care of myself, Colton!”
Colton could see Dean was getting angry, so he pumped the brakes and recalibrated.
“Look, all I’m saying is this guy obviously knows who you are. Maybe he has an ulterior motive or is some star fucker.”
“Well, that’s fine with me!” Dean snapped. “I need some man-on-man action. That’s why I said yes to the date. I’m tired of having dates with my hand.”
Colton laughed heartily. “Feeling a little pent up, are we?”
“Very much so! I need some action…soon!” Dean sipped his beer.
“Well, don’t look at me!” Colton joked.
“You couldn’t handle me anyway.”
“Fuck you! I’m a stud!”
“With women, you might be a stud, but it’s awholedifferent story when it comes to man-on-man sex!” Dean took another sip of his beer and shot his friend a smirk.
“It can’t bethatmuch different…is it?” Colton asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“Want me to show you?” Dean grinned, a little twinkle in his eyes.
As much as he wanted to say yes, Colton backtracked. “No, I’ll take your word for it.”
“Okay, I’m gonna grill some chicken for us then. You stay put and stay off your feet,” Dean commanded.
Colton stewed in his chaise.
A date? What the ACTUAL FUCK!
The thought consumed him all throughout dinner, gnawing at him like a termite.
“Look, I’m tired and I’ve got an early practice tomorrow. I’m gonna head out. Thanks for dinner.”
“Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll see you later. Have a good night, Colton.”
