Ryder snorted. Ethan didn’t make jokes often, but when he did, they were always zingers.
“You know I can’t go there with him. He’s my employee and I’m old enough to be his father.”
“I’m sure he’ll call you Daddy if you ask him nicely,” said Ryder.
“Do we have a deal or not?” he snapped.
Ryder wasn’t sure why he was doing this, but something told him there was no way he could lose unless...
“Wait, what if Felix isn’t interested in me like that?”
“Oh, he’s interested,” said Mason, a knowing look in his eye.
Felix must have said something when they’d spoken at the party, and Ryder remembered the heat in his eyes before he’d kissed him. Felix was interested, but something had held him back. Ryder would take his time with Felix, and not because of Mason’s stupid bet. That was just for fun. It was the perfect time of year for a bit of wooing, and Felix was the only person who’d gotten him hard recently. That was worth exploring, wasn’t it? Felix had been spooked before, so Ryder needed to be patient. Not his forte, but he had a feeling it would be worth the wait. If he could also avoid being cougar bait and give Mason and Zeb a push in the right direction, he was here for it.
“Deal!”
Waiting to be called by his doctor, Ryder thought about the wager he’d made with Mason. There was no way he was doing the charity auction. He was determined to win, but he didn’t feel comfortable using Felix like that. Ryder wanted to get to know him more, but the last thing he was going to do was string him along. Taking him as a date to one of his best friends’ New Year’s party was making a statement. The one thing Ryder had always been was straight with people, whether they were men or women. They could have a great night, and he was even down for a repeat if the sex was good, but he didn’t do commitment.
“Ryder.”
He looked up at Dr. Evans. If he wasn’t his doctor, and married, and straight, Ryder would have gone there. He was in his forties and had the whole silver fox look down to a tee. Ryder had been with him for many years. He was a big ally, which meant his friends all came here as well. There was never any judgement when you spoke to him, something all doctors should emulate, but sadly, that wasn’t reality.
Ryder stood up and shook the doctor’s hand before following him into his consultation room. Dr. Evans wasn’t cheap, and the decoration, which resembled a grand study you’d find in an English stately home, showed it. In fact, Ryder was certain he’d seen a similar chair in Sebastian and Charlie’s London home.
“What can I do for you, Ryder?” asked the doctor, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“My dick’s broken!”
Ryder wasn’t sure why he’d just blurted it out like that. Dr. Evans raised an eyebrow and tried to suppress a smirk.
“It’s not funny, doc. I can’t get hard. I haven’t cum for three weeks. This is not something I ever have a problem with.”
“I’m sure you don’t. Why don’t you tell me when it first happened?”
“I was having this three-way. A guy and a girl. Hot couple. And she was licking?—”
“You don’t need to be that detailed, Ryder,” he said with a smile. “The first time you noticed is when you were engaged in sexual activity. What about masturbation?”
“Nothing. I don’t even get morning wood anymore, and if I do, as soon as I play with it, it deflates.”
“Have you been having any trouble urinating?”
“No.”
“No excessive urinating, feeling like the bladder isn’t empty, taking time to get going... Nothing like that?”
“No.”
“And how are you feeling at the moment? Any stress?”
“You mean other than not being able to get hard?”
“Yes. Any stress before this happened?”
“No. Everything’s fine.”
“Do you still have your therapist?”
