I bite my lip as I look up at him from my knees. “Is it because of me? Are you attracted to me?”
“No. Shut up,” he growls in that deep gravely tone he keeps using. It sounds like it would hurt; I could never get my voice to do that. He’s dropped both his shirt and his hold on his cock now as his dick thickens between us. It’s practically reaching out toward me where I’m still kneeling in front of him.
I tilt my head to the side as I look at the piercing on the tip again. His cock looks fully erect now, and my own cock twitches sympathetically. “Did you need any help with that?”
John lets out a sharp laugh as he pulls his underwear and pants back up. “Any help? The fuck? Chad, did you seriously just offer to help get me off?”
Huh. I guess I did. I smile sheepishly as I shrug up at him. “I don’t know the etiquette here. I’m just trying to be nice.”
“Nice?” he repeats incredulously. “Is that somethingyou do to ‘be nice’ with your other friends? Is that the real reason you seem so sad Blake is marrying Liam? Was that what you guys would do when you hung out in the city? ‘Be nice’ to each other?”
I burst out laughing, nearly falling over as I realize what he’s implying. I’ve never touched Blake’s cock, nor have I wanted to.
When I calm down, I finally stand up, shaking my head. “No, John. I’ve never touched another man’s dick before, and I have no interest in touching Blake’s.”
He scoffs. “Well, you could’ve fooled me with how quickly you offered.”
I shrug again. “That was the first time I had a hard dick in front of my face, John. I didn’t want to seem homophobic.”
“So you jumped from not homophobic to… What were you going to do, Chad? Put my dick in your mouth? Were those really the only options you could think of?”
In my mouth? I guess I hadn’t gotten that far. But now that he’s supplied that image, I can’t help but picture it. I… don’t hate the idea. I wonder what that would feel like, especially with all that metal. Would it feel good? Could it feel good for the person who’s sucking it? It must, right?
In fact, that sympathetic twitch my cock gave earlier happens again at the thought, and I realize I’m getting hard too. I look down at my pants, confirming the visible bulge there that mirrors John’s now, and let out a surprised “Huh.”
John notices too, staring at my crotch for a fewmoments before muttering to himself. “What the fuck is happening?”
He spins and opens the stall door, rushing out of the bathroom entirely. I hurry to keep up with him, nearly crashing into a man that was trying to enter the restroom as I do.
“John, hey! Wait up,” I call out when he doesn’t slow down, heading straight for the exit. Luckily he stops when he gets outside, looking around, probably trying to remember which way we came from, so I’m able to slide up next to him and slip my hand in his again. “Where are you going?”
He turns to look at me with wide eyes but doesn’t say anything.
I squeeze his hand, and we both stare down at the connection. I smile to myself again as I think about how he’s let me hold it all weekend. I really have missed having a close connection like this with someone.
Blake used to be that person, although we never held hands or cuddled. I can’t believe John implied I was ever with Blake sexually, or wanted to be. It was never like that. He’s just my best friend—growing up, he was more like a brother—we’ve done everything together basically since the moment we met. And still, I had no idea Blake was attracted to men until the day I met Liam.
Blake didn’t even know he was bi until after he’d already established his connection with Liam on the blind dating part ofLove Without Labelswhen he assumed Liam was a woman.
And I’m straight.
… I think?
I’m pretty sure. I mean… I did just get hard in the bathroom of a gay club looking at another man’s hard penis. But…
I’m, like, fifty percent sure.
Is it normal to like John’s attention this much, though? To hold his hand and want him in my bed wrapped around me? To want to spend every minute with him?
Wait, fuck… Is this what happened to Blake?
Not the hard-in-a-gay-club thing, but, like, he had never really thought about being attracted to another man until the show forced him to. Was that bathroom stall moment like when Liam opened the door and Blake realized he was a man?
Is this weekend to me whatLove Without Labelswas to Blake?
This weekend has allowed this giant, hilariously grumpy man with his tattoos that snake over all his exposed skin, to come into my life. I take him in, raking my eyes over his face, with his trimmed beard and silver hoop nose piercing. John is—if I’m honest with myself—ridiculously hot and so masculine in a way I know I never could be.
I think about seeing John naked just now, and even seeing him in a bathing suit earlier. I swear everyone at the pool today was staring at him.
