“Well, we always assumed that Blade was sucking you off, maybe even sitting on your dick from time to time. We just always figured you were too ‘macho straight man’ to ever stick a dick into your mouth.” Lucas jumped in, using air quotes to emphasize his point. “Blade’s a lot more sexually liberal in the bedroom than you are.”
“What? I’m sexually liberal,” Nikolai argued.
He was! He’d had threesomes and foursomes and went to sex clubs all the time. What were they talking about? Him… not being sexually liberal? That was crazy.
Caden and Lucas exchanged another glance. They did that a lot—communicating through that telepathic way that boyfriends do when they’ve swallowed enough of each other’s loads to make that psychic connection.
Those two were too close.
“So, what’s the big deal? Did he suck at giving head or something?” Caden asked, sitting back on the couch and wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders once again.
“Umm, no. He was actually pretty good,” Nikolai answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
“And you liked it?” Lucas asked.
“I shot my load, didn’t I?” Niko answered, looking at Lucas as if he’d lost his mind once again.
“So, I don’t see what the problem is,” Caden noted.
Frustrated, Nikolai leaned back on the couch.
These guys were no help.
“The problem is, does this make me gay now? Bisexual?”
“Well, according to some straight men, having your dick sucked by another man does not make you gay. Suckinghisdick… now that makes you gay!” Lucas answered, emphasizing the word “his” as he chuckled.
Nikolai got up from his seat.
Talking to these idiots was pointless.
“You’re both dumb. I’m heading to work.”
15
NIKOLAI
The bar was pretty dead for a Thursday night. Usually, there was a steady stream of people dropping by, having an after-work drink, or getting started on an early long weekend. But tonight? It was like everyone decided to stay home for some odd reason.
Nikolai didn’t mind. It gave him time to think and process everything that had happened over the past few days. Running into the man he thought was dead, having him visit, and then shooting his load down his old friend’s throat.
There was a lot to sift through and digest.
When Reid first disappeared, he spent months trying to figure out what happened to his best friend. There was no way Reid would have run off without telling him—or at least asking him to go with him.After hitting countless dead ends and losing hope of ever finding him, he was forced to accept the horrifying reality that his buddy was probably dead.
His mind drifted back to that fateful night…
It was just after four a.m. when Nikolai returned home to the condo that he shared with Reid. He used his key to lethimself in, then began peeling off his layers of clothing that reeked of alcohol and sex.
It had been a good night.
The woman he’d been entertaining was a widowed heiress in her seventies, who lived alone in this gigantic, twelve-bedroom estate that was way too large and way too old. She’d dismissed most of her staff for the evening, so she could concentrate on entertaining the young buck she’d hired for the night without any interruptions or judgment from those who kept her house in order.
Niko didn’t mind. Mostly, the woman wanted to give him oral and watch as he did push-ups on the floor in front of her. She had this strange fascination with watching the way his muscles moved whenever he exercised. She’d even asked him to do a few dumbbell curls… while naked, of course. To each their own. It was his job to make people’s fantasies and kinks come true.
He was a sex god, after all.
At the end of the night, she tipped Niko twenty-five hundred! That was outside of whatever she’d already paid to Mikhail.
