“Dude, I am not freaked out.”
“You broke mode. You never—”
“Yeah, becauseyouare freaking out.” I let go of his wrist and sit properly, back against the wall. My chest is still slick with his spit, and my nipples feel insane, but right now I need a second to just be a person and not a doll. “Come on, sit down.”
He perches on the absolute edge of the mattress, still looking ready to sprint.
“I’m sorry, man, I said all that shit about your—your fucking tits, dude. About Kit. Not the doll. Aboutyou.”
“And?” I cock my head, letting my knees fall open wider just to watch his gaze flicker down. “My piece is still swollen and throbbing from that, man. I blew my loadfrom that.”
Miles lets out a strangled wheeze, clutching the pillow tightly over his lap.
“But you’re—I mean, you’re straight.”
“So areyou,” I point out, and Miles’ laugh comes out totally hysterical.
“Kit. Man. Dude. I just admitted to jerking off to your abs.”
“Yeah, and? I was about to get railed by some rando at the party. You really think I give a fuck if you wanna paint my stomach with your cum?”
Miles’ breath stutters, his hips twitching forward involuntarily. The pillow does fuck-all to hide how hard he is.
“So yeah, man, I’m not weirded out. And disgust is genuinely not on the table here.” He opens his mouth, and closes it fast when I grab my cum-slicked, half-hard piece to show him. “I’mmostly just horny. And a little annoyed about the party thing, honestly.”
“But that and this aren’t—it’s different.”
I stare at him for a second. “So which one is it?”
“Which one is what?”
“Are you freaking out because you’re too high, because you realized you might like guys—” I tilt my head. “Or because it’s me specifically?”
He goes very still.
Then he makes this short, outraged sound, like I’ve personally offended him. “Are you kidding me?Seriously?”
“What—”
“You thinkIwould freak out over liking guys?” He says it like I’ve accused him of something. “That’s what you think?”
“I mean—”
“Kit.” He looks genuinely, almost comically affronted. “As if I’m gonna have some kind of crisis over that.Come on.”
I raise my hands, genuinely surprised. Did I touch a nerve or—? “Okay—Oh my God, chill.”
“I have been—” He stops, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’ve had asuspicionI might be bi for, like,monthsbecause—you know.” He gestures vaguely toward my chest. “The whole wanting to suck your nips thing? Yeah, man, that was kinda a giveaway.”
“Subtle.”
“Fuck off.” He shoves at my shoulder, but there’s no heat in it. “The problem isn’t the guy thing. The problem is that it’syou. Or maybe it’s me, who the fuck knows?”
He slides his hands through his hair again, and I watch it fall back onto his forehead exactly the same way. He does it again, a little frustrated.
“That’s what I’m freaking out about,” he continues. “Because you’re—we’ve lived together for two years, Kit. And when the doll thing started, I was into it, and I was like, cool, it’s a system, there are rules, I respect all of that. But now my brain is completely fucking fried because it turns out I want—” He pauses. “I want you outside of the system.”
I’m quiet for a second, trying to determine if that’s a problem for me or not. It takes less than a second to realize it’s absolutely not.
