I kicked my foot at him. “You,” I told him.
Russell laughed. I got an idea of him and me both fucking Casey together, and that made my cock strain in my boxers.
Since I was unloading already, I figured this was a good time to ask the other thing I’d been meaning to ask. “I know you haven’t dated much, like me,” I told Russell. “But do you know what you like?”
Casey gave me an appreciative nod, like he was impressed with my effort. Luckily, he also picked up on where I was going, and since he was as good at talking about sex as he was bad at talking about his feelings, I was happy to take a back seat. “Anything you’re especially into in bed?” he asked Russell. “Or not?”
Russell looked up to the ceiling. “I guess I’m not sure? I’m vers, but I haven’t explored a lot, outside of that.”
“Vers means he fucks and gets fucked,” Casey told me.
“I know.” I rubbed the back of my head. “But thank you.”
“No problem,” Casey answered.
Russell glanced between us. “I’d like to explore. I’m open to lots of things but still figuring myself out, I guess. What about you both? What do you like?”
“Blake loves to wrestle,” Casey told me.
I considered it for a second. I never would have thought to describe it that way, but it was true, I did like when we tossed each other around.
“I’m vers, too,” Casey continued. “Blake has only ever topped.”
“I could explore some more, too,” I admitted. It wasn’t just that I was newly realizing my bisexuality. With women, too, I knew I could learn a lot more. “I’ll try, uh, new things or whatever, if you want.”
Russell nodded, a touch of shyness on his expression again. “I do. Just, maybe not while Peyton is here next week.”
“Don’t worry,” Casey said casually. “We never hook up when Peyton’s around. Feels like lying to him.”
“Learned that the hard way,” I added, then took another swig of my beer.
Russell’s eyes popped wide open. “Wait, when did you first start hooking up?” he asked.
Casey and I shared a glance. “High school,” Casey answered. “But just twice.”
I tried to give him a look, like maybe this particular part of our past wasn’t something we should drudge up right now, but Russell was too sharp for any of that, and he put the pieces together immediately.
“Oh my god, did you fuck in the basement of my family’s house?”
“Shit,” I grunted. “Please don’t let that out. I would hate it if your mom found out, and she thought it was disrespectful, or—”
“It’s okay,” Russell laughed, then pushed his hands through the curls of his hair. “Oh my god. You were always in that basement together. And after Casey moved in…”
“Look at that,” Casey said, swiftly redirecting us with a soft smile. “You’re learning all our secrets, Russell. But I think you’ve got something to show us too, don’t you?”
“If you’d like that,” Russel answered, his voice eager and cautious at the same time.
“Fuck yeah,” I said.
Russell’s hazel sparkle caught my eye. “So you like to wrestle?” he asked.
I chuckled. “Not exactly,” I said. “Like, roughhousing, I guess Casey means.”
“I’m sure he’d be happy to wrestle your clothes right off you, though,” Casey added. He reached out and pushed his fingers through Russell’s hair, then dragged his nose along Russell’s neck, inhaling him. “Sounds fun to me.”
Russell sucked in a breath, and my cock surged harder. I did want to do that. Very fucking badly.
Leave it to Casey to know what I wanted before I did.
