“You, uh…” I cough.
My coffee goes down the wrong pipe, and Florian pats my back.
“Sorry,” I say with as much dignity as I can muster when I am no longer hacking.
My face is probably red, but Florian’s gaze is tender.
“The enema kit,” Florian says. “It is not in the bathroom or in my drawers.”
“Oh.” I try to steady myself.
“And no condoms or lubricant either,” Florian says. “I looked in your bedside cabinet drawer.”
My mind manages to function.
Florian is expecting to find an enema kit in the bathroom. He’s expecting to find condoms in my bedside drawer. He’s expecting…
Oh, God.
Florian wants to bottom.
Sweet, innocent Florian who is a virgin wants to bottom. And he’s wondering why he can’t find any signs that we had sex in the apartment.
Lust courses through me, and it’s all I can do to not lead Florian to the bedroom right now and make all his dreams come true.
Most men I meet expect me to bottom, and to be honest, that’s what I’ve mostly done. I’m a bit too short, wear a bit too much makeup, and the tall athletic guys I meet who are into that want to fuck me. Well, after I give them a blowjob.
I try to think of a reason why there wouldn’t be either of those things in this apartment. Florian already believes we’ve had a lot of sex in the past. So much, in fact, that we barely talked.
There definitely should be those things in the apartment.
Well, not necessarily, an enema kit.
Not every man uses that, and I would never require that someone did.
But Florian is so sweet and so serious, and of course he would research gay sex. Of course, he would want things to be as clean and pleasant for his partner as possible.
I take his hand and place it over my heart. “You are so incredible.”
His face flushes, and he gives me a shy smile.
“We, uh—” I hesitate.
His eyes round in a way I don’t like, and uncertainty that shouldn’t be on his face appears. The man is so trusting.
I should tell him that this was all a fabrication.
Florian isn’t attached to a heart monitor anymore.
He’s been cleared to go home.
He is home.
I have his family’s phone numbers, and I can tell him the truth, then text his family to come over.
Yes, I know exactlywhat to do.
I don’t of course. I never do the sensible thing when it comes to Florian.
