Ezra’s eyebrows scrunch together. “Are you asking my permission to have sex with Bubba?”
I should have known he’d have an issue with it. My little guy’s been abandoned by all the people who were supposed to stick around. I worry the question will hurt whatever progress we’ve made these last few weeks, but when he rolls his eyes, I realize any worry I’ve been feeling ain’t necessary.
“Jesus, Johnny. You’re acting like you just asked if I’d help you rob a liquor store.”
“Well, I don’t know how this is all supposed to work,” I admit. “I’ve only been in one relationship before. I don’t know what the rules are. I don’t want you to feel left out, Little Dick.”
“Johnny? Baby, look at me.” When I look up, he’s got this serious expression on his face. There’s a gentleness to it, though. “You never have to ask my permission to have sex with Bubba.”
“I’m sorry, I should know this stuff. Ineedto know this stuff. I’m going to end up fucking this up. I don’t know shit, and it’s confusing, and I have no idea what our rules are, or where the lines are drawn.”
“You’re overthinking it,” Bubba tells me, but I’m not overthinking shit.
“Ezra needs—” I say before being cut off.
“You don’t get to decide what I do or don’t need,” Ezra quietly says. “I’ve never done this either. With more than one guy at a time.”
“See?” I say, because he just proved my point. “You’re going to need us to guide you, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”
Bubba squeezes my knee. “None of us know what we’re doing.”
“Exactly,” Ezra says. “So, if you guys want to have fun while I’m not around, it’s fine. This thing between us doesn’t have to be all or nothing.” He must see the way I’m wrestling with reality internally, because he quickly adds, “You’re right though.”
“I am?”
“About tonight, I think we should all sit down and have a talk. We can get everything out in the open so there’s no confusion and no unnecessary feelings of guilt. We’ll come up with rules that feel fair so none of us get hurt.”
Bubba grins. “Good boy, Ezzy. We’re all adults here. We’re capable of sitting down and having a rational discussion without, well, actually, maybe not.”
“Don’t,” Ezra warns him, his voice sharp like a knife. “I know what you’re about to say, and I don’t want to hear it.”
“All I was gonna say is you ain’t exactly rational most of the time.”
He groans. “I know. That’s why I asked you not to say it. Must you insult me at every turn?”
“I’ve never insulted you.”
“You called my penis small earlier.”
Bubba rolls his eyes. “That’s not an insult, it’s a scientific fact. I love your little cock. You know that. Hell, I worship the fuckin’ ground you walk on, but I won’t sit here and listen to you flat-out lie.”
“He has a point,” I add, smirking, because I know it’ll piss him off. Sure enough, he glares at me.
“I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve this level of venom, but I won’t sit here and listen to this horse shit. What the fuck did I ever do to either of you?”
Wanting to see more of his sassy side, I speak up, reminding Ezra, “You cut up all my underwear because you thought I was fucking Jaden.”
“I did no such thing. This is just more of your blatant anti-Ezra propaganda, and it will not stand.”
“I caught you with them in your hand.”
“I know. I’m not denying destroying your godawful underwear, I’m denying the reasoning behind their destruction.”
“But that’s what you said when I asked you.”
“Correct.”
“Do you want to elaborate?”
