“How’d your experiment go?” Oscar asked after a few moments of silence, still a little out of breath. “Feeling any more bi? Or anyless?”
Ryan had no idea how to answer that.
“Dunno,” he said honestly, figuring there was no point in lying about it. Oscar would probably see right through any lie he might have told, anyway.
“Well, for the record, you could use a little practice,” Oscar said, and Ryan’s heart sank.
Maybe he didn’t want to do this again.
“So if you’re interested in putting in a few more hours, y’know, for the sake of really mastering this whole sex with men thing, I’m happy to volunteer as a tutor,” he continued.
Oh. Right. He was joking.
Relief made Ryan laugh softly. “Maybe,” he said, though he knew the real answer wasyes, definitely. It wouldn’t hurt to tease back a little.
“Ireallylike sucking cock, just so we’re clear,” Oscar said. “And the phrasepower bottomappears in my dating profile, just so you know.”
“What now?” Ryan asked, turning his head to look at Oscar. Who was grinning broadly again.
“Google it,” Oscar said, yawning widely. “But uh. Probably not when someone else can see over your shoulder, just in case. I top, too, but only if you ask nicely.”
Ryan snorted. He clearly had some research ahead of him. “I’ll get to it,” he said. “But Oscar?”
“Mm?” Oscar turned to look at him, clearly close to sleep.
“Thanks. For this.”
Oscar chuckled. “And hethanksme for getting off on sucking his cock. A man could fall for someone as pretty and grateful as you.”
There was that curl of warmth around Ryan’s heart again. He wasn’t used to being called pretty, either.
Or to being told he was someone who people could fall for.
He wasn’t sure now that anyone ever had. Emotionally, he mostly felt sore and used.
Not with Oscar, though. Oscar made him feel like he was someone worth having for the sake of having him.
Snoring came from the other side of the bed before Ryan could think of a response to that, which saved him having to make one. He glanced over again, taking a few moments to memorize Oscar’s features at rest, and then got up to toss his side of the blanket over him so he wouldn’t get cold in the night.
There was another one draped over a big, ornately-carved armchair off to the side of the room, so Ryan claimed that one for himself before getting back into the unnecessarily huge bed.
He almost wished it was smaller so he’d have a good excuse to curl up next to Oscar.
