“Okay, I’ll go first.”
“You don’t have to tell me?—”
“I had my first sexual intercourse with a badass bartender about a year ago and have had a few others since.”
“How the hell were you allowed in a bar, let alone having sex with the bartender?”
“I look about twenty, so my fake ID worked.”
“Why am I not surprised you have a fake ID?”
“Everyone does.”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t count. Anyway, it was fun with her, and she gave awesome head. It took me a long time to come, though, which is apparently not normal for teenage boys.”
“I don’t need those details.”
“Loosen up a little and talk, would you? We need to make the cold pass by quicker. A question each, yeah?”
He muses for a bit, biting his lower lip, then releases a sigh and sits down in front of me. “Fine.”
“You still didn’t answer my question.”
“Not yet.” He seems visibly uncomfortable with the subject, shifting slightly. “I’ve made out with girls a few times and went further, but there was no actual sex.”
“Why not?”
“Eh, I’m still fifteen, Yulian.”
“Old enough.”
“I just…never mind.”
“Come on, tell me.” I shift forward and grunt when pain explodes in my side.
Vaughn pushes me back down. “You’ll just make fun of me. Forget it.”
“I won’t. Promise.”
He narrows his eyes, then blows out a breath. “There’s a girl I want to ask to be my girlfriend. I want to have sex for the first time with someone I like.”
“Very boring, indeed. On brand, really.”
“Very reckless of you to have sex with someone older than you after lying to them about your age. On brand, really.”
I lift a shoulder. “I wanted to fuck her, so I did it.”
“You do everything you want?”
“If I can, sure as fuck. Now, my question.”
“I didn’t ask mine.”
“Just did when you asked if I do everything I want.”
“That’s not fair.”
