“Right, so we’re notworried, and sex with other people is stillfun. It’s one more thingto share, y’know?”
“Huh.”
When he put itthatway, it made perfect sense to me.
“That’s nice, actually. Ihope you find dozens of really hot guys to have great sex with.”
“You wanna come home withme?” Gabe asked. “Y’know, we never actually got around to screwing. Could befun. Your bodyguard boyfriend can nap on the couch. It pulls out.”
I couldn’t tell whetheror not he was joking.
Part of me wanted to sayyes, go home with Gabe and have an uncomplicated, fun night with him and Troybefore I never got the chance to see them again. At least, until they actuallygot around to tying the knot. I’d travel to the moon to be at Gabe’s wedding.
The rest of me couldn’t stop thinkingabout Logan.Andwhat he’d think of that.
He’d given absolutely no signthat he minded I was gay, but this might have been a step too far.
And Gabe was right inassuming that Ididwant to jump on his dick, and I felt like a friendlythreesome might ruin my chances.
“You know, I appreciate theoffer,” I said. “But you and Troy are sosweetand I’m not even sureI can get off with a man who doesn’t treat me like crap anymore.”
I’d intended it as a joke,but the sting of the truth made me wince as soon as the words escaped me.
Gabe hissed as though he’d gotten apapercut. “Ouch. You havenothad enough drinks to get that introspective.”
That was the thing, wasn’t it? I liked acertain kind of man, and that certain kind of man tended to treat me like shit.
I’d never gotten over fallingin love with the quarterback.
And then there was Logan.
He was that kind of man—ajock, I guessed, though thinking that made me feel like I was right back in highschool.
And he was kind. Kind, andsweet, and even a little shy.
“You’re thinking about him,”Gabe said. He’d been able to read my mind since we met.
Literally the first thing he’d said to me wasyou’re so gay it’sadorable.I hadn’tcome out to him, he’d just… known. He’d always known.
There was no point in lyingto him.
“Little bit,” I admitted,drawing lines in the condensation on my glass. Gabe grinned, reached over, anddrew a dick on it with his fingertip.
I was going to miss this.
“Wanna dance?” he asked.
I raised an eyebrow. “How many haveyou had?”
“Five.” Gabe raised hisglass, draining it in a few long swallows.
He wasn’t a big guy andhis alcohol tolerance had never gotten better than average. I’d be pouring himinto a cab at this rate.
“Come dance,” I said,draining my own drink. “Might sober you up a little, and Troywillkill me if I letyou drink any more.”
We looked out for eachother, me and Gabe. Watched each other when we were having a bad night.
Gabe was taking me leavingthe hardest. We were best friends and chosen brothers.Family.
