“Ha,” he said. “Hilarious.”
His heart raced, and his palms started sweating. Damon mumbled something about using the bathroom and practically sprinted down the hall.
He gripped either side of the sink and stared into the mirror. His face was flushed from wrestling with Elliot. “Do I like guys?” he whispered.
He shook his head. No way. Hereallyliked boobs.
Like a fucking lot.
He’d never jerked it to a guy.
Although…sometimes he did notice good-looking guys.
But that was appreciation, right? He wanted to be them, not touch them.
Except he did like touching Elliot. He never touched any of his other friends like that. But Elliot was his best friend. It was different.
Damon stared into the mirror as if he could find the truth of his sexuality if he looked hard enough. His eyes caught on the swim trunks he’d hung on the shower rod to dry out.
Damon had way over paid for those trunks.
His mom had surprised him by letting him bring Elliot on their spring break vacation. It was a kind of joint eighteenthbirthday gift to them both. Damon had turned eighteen in the fall, and Elliot’s birthday had been the week before they left.
While his mom was out, doing whatever grown women do in the morning at the beach, Elliot and Damon slept in late.
The beach didn’t get fun until the middle of the afternoon, so they were being lazy and spent the morning shooting the shit in bed.
They’d slept side-by-side, but it was a king-size bed. It wasn’t like they were cuddling or anything. Besides Damon’s mom was sleeping in the bed next to them. So that would have been weird.
And maybe because Damon didn’t have any of his usual privacy, he was a little extra horny that morning, which was probably why he started going on about the logistics of threesomes.
“I think doing it standing would be the easiest,” Damon had said. “If all three people are standing, then one guy could be in front and one in the back.”
“As long as the guys are the same height,” Elliot said.
“The taller guy could crouch to get it in,” Damon said.
“Yeah, but that’s like uncomfortable and annoying. Like thrusting would be…” Elliot squinted his eyes and thrust his hips up off the bed like he was trying to picture the angle.
“Yeah,” Damon said. “But you’re having a threesome, so who cares if it’s a little uncomfortable?”
“You want to have a threesome with another guy?”
Damon shrugged. “Yeah, why not? It’s not like I’d touch his dick. It’s more about the taboo of it.” Damon kind of preferred to watch threesome porn with two guys.
“Right.”
They were quiet, and then Damon yawned, shutting his eyes. “You know…we’re the same height.”
“So?”
“So we could have a threesome.”
Elliot didn’t respond, so Damon opened one of his eyes. “Cause the angles would be right,” he added.
“Yeah. I got that.” Elliot was staring at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong?”
