I winked at him.“Nah, but it’s been a while.”
“What a relief.”He reached out to stab a chunk of papaya.“That ass is too good to just be decoration.”
“Flynn Cunningham, were you checking out my ass?”
He ignored my feigned-outrage.“You were kinda waving it around, after all.”
“And here was me thinking you got hard because of the noises your boyfriend was making.”
If he was self-conscious about me referring to how turned on he’d been watching us, Flynn didn’t show it.
“I’ve heard those before.”
“Oh, so it’s just because I was something different, then,” I said, amused still.“Is that the appeal of it?A different guy each time, all so eager to perform for you?”
“Did it feel like you were performing for me?”His stare was suddenly intense.Like we’d stumbled onto a vein of questions that ran deeper than our casual, almost flirtatious back-and-forth just moments before.
“Not performing, no,” I conceded, meeting his gaze.“More like taunting you.”
“And did you like that feeling?Did it make your dick harder?”
I tilted my head.“Are we the sort of friends who can ask questions like that?”
Flynn chuckled.“Arguably, you’re my oldest friend.Even if there was a pretty big gap in the middle.”
“Oh, so my cock’s fair game, then.”
The phrasing seemed to entertain him.
“Did you imagine joining us,” I pushed, “making it a proper threesome?”
He shook his head.“That’s not how it works.”
“Because of the whole ‘self-control’ thing.”
He didn’t seem fazed by my sarcasm.“Something like that, yes.”
“Would you say that you’re a voyeur?”
The waiter arrived to clear the table, and interrupting Flynn’s answer in the process.I watched, with no small sadness, as the plates were taken away.
“I think everyone likes watching, don’t they?”He leaned in, over the suddenly barren tablecloth.Elbows perched, chin on his hands.
“Everyone likes to see the things that turn them on, maybe,” I agreed.“But I suspect that’s because they’re mentally projecting themselves into the scene.”
“So, when you’re watching the big-dick, tight-hole porn I know you like,” he suggested, grinning in a way that said no denial of mine would be heeded, “you’re picturing yourself being...what, the big dick?The tight hole?Both?”
I laughed, reaching for my water glass.The beer was right next to it, but suddenly I wasn’t sure it was safe to finish that.I was already saying things, entertaining ideas, that I knew sober-Oli would be more cautious of.My attention getting caught on things - like, in no particular order, the way Flynn’s biceps bulged against his rolled-up sleeves, and the curve of his lips - that I should usually be immune to.
“I’m flattered that you think I could be porn scene worthy,” I told him, lightly.
Flynn winked.“I’ve seen you in action, remember.It was all very...dramatic.”
“You never did tell me whether you fucked William afterwards, or if you just jerked off.”I winced, inwardly, hearing myself.Either I needed a lot more water, or it was too late for my plan of eleventh-hour sobriety to stand a chance.
He shrugged.“Neither.”
“So you didn’t...”I frowned, watching him.
