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“Hard to believe that was your first gay sex experience. You took to it like a duck to water,” Kieran teased as they relaxed back on the couch. And Jon was relaxed. Kieran could tell, and he hoped it wasn’t just from the orgasm.

He knew, from firsthand experience, how hard it was to fight and fight against something you knew was right, to endlessly debate with yourself if this was really what you wanted. Until you got it, and the fight ended in a whimper, not a yell.

In this case, a moan instead of a yell.

“You really think so?”

“I was there. Being the recipient of your first gay orgasm, I think I’m the living expert on the situation, now.”

“Good. And you’re gonna stay that way,” Jon declared. He scooted a little closer. Glanced up at Kieran. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Very okay.”

Jon smiled.

Chapter 8

I woke up today and I can’t stop smiling.

Jon didn’t disagree as he grinned down at Kieran’s text.

Then another one arrived, right under the first one of the morning. Nadia asked me if I finally got laid.

What did you tell her? Jon asked.

He wasn’t upset if Kieran had confided in his friend. But he was also curious what Kieran had said to her. I told her it wasn’t any of her business. But I don’t think she believed me.

Why not?

Kieran sent him a picture then—a selfie, actually—and yes, he was grinning. A big wide smile on his handsome face, and oh yeah, there in the crook of his neck, was an undeniable red splotch on his tan skin. A red splotch that Jon’s mouth had made just the night before.

Whoops.

He’d known at some point during the second, lazier makeout session that he’d gotten a little obsessed with the way Kieran smelled and then tasted like, but mostly the way he moaned, deep and resonant, when Jon kissed his neck.

So he’d kept doing it. A lot. He’d assumed he hadn’t left any marks, but apparently he’d underestimated his own fervor.

And isn’t that the theme of this? You underestimated everything.

How straight you are.

How much you like Kieran.

How intoxicating he is.

Whoops. Sorry.

Don’t be. I definitely liked it.

Yeah, Kieran had. Had really liked it when Jon had sucked his neck and gave him another, slower, more deliberate, hopefully better handjob.

Then Kieran had slid to his knees and blown Jon’s mind with his mouth.

He’d never considered himself sex-obsessed but he kinda was, now.

Couldn’t wait another twelve hours before he could see Kieran again.

What else do you like?

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