Ramin shook his head. He’d embarrassed himself last night. Getting drunk and acting a fool was bad enough. But spilling all his kinkiest secrets? By that point he’d been… well, not exactly sober, but definitely sober enough he should’ve kept his mouth shut.
He wanted to curl into a ball and hide. Or maybe live in the rafters of one of the churches here. There were so many to choose from. He could hang out with the gargoyles.
“I never did get to make it up to you,” Noah mumbled.
Ramin scrunched his face. What was Noah talking about?
“Back in Como. In the morning.” Noah tugged Ramin closer. “We got interrupted.”
Oh.
Ramin’s heart lurched.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to. I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“But you got me off, and I didn’t…”
“No one’s keeping score.”
Noah huffed. His brows drew down. He looked genuinely upset. Ramin reached out to poke the little crease between Noah’s eyebrows.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’ll think it’s silly.”
Ramin snorted. “I literally confessed my teenaged wet dreams to you last night.”
Noah smiled and hid his face in the pillow. But when it poked up again, he said, “I haven’t actually been with many guys. In fact, only two others before you.”
“Okay? So?” Ramin’s body count was higher than two, for sure, but it wasn’t like he was in Arya’s league.
“So both times it was really… uneven between us.” Noah’s cheeks were getting pink. “Like, it wasn’t reciprocal.”
“Reciprocal how?” Like, Noah didn’t like them back? Or Noah liked them, but they didn’t likehimback? How could anyone not like Noah back?
“Like, this guy I used to work with at the Hollister up at Metro North—”
Ramin snorted. “You worked atHollister?”
“At least it wasn’t Abercrombie, okay? I was twenty-two. I had bills.”
Ramin imagined Noah standing shirtless in a haze of cologne at Metro North Mall, with the balloons hovering over the fountain in the distance. Maybe wearing one of those puka shell necklaces. He stifled a laugh. “Sorry. Go on.”
“So this guy, one of my coworkers, I think he was gay, though he never said anything. Just the vibe, I guess? Anyway, somehow he’d heard about my… uh…”
“Youruh?”
“He’d heard I was hung, I guess.”
“Ah.” Ramin tried not to smirk. Noah was sopropersometimes. It was endearing. He wondered what Noah would be like if he let loose.
He hoped he’d get to find out.
“And one day we were in the stockroom and he asked if it was true, and I tried to get out of the conversation because I didn’t want to get in trouble—I really needed that job—but he kept asking, and he was pretty cute, and one thing led to another and he ended up giving me a blowjob.”
