Cas gives my shoulder a tap, and I turn to give him an equally hearty hug.

“…five, six,” I mutter, stepping back and slapping his shoulder. “Cat-man! Thanks so much for being here.”

“Like we’d miss your coming-out party,” Jason says, fixing his beanie and looking around the club. “Where are the guys?”

“Up in the VIP lounge,” I tell him, grabbing two candy necklaces from Joey and placing them over Jason’s and Cas’s heads. “There’s your pass up. Super tasty, by the way. Try the green dick. It’s my favorite.”

“That…doesn’t sound right,” Jason mutters, he and Cas heading toward the stairs.

“Doing okay?” Joey asks, his voice close to my ear.

I spin so I can see his lovely face. “Sure am. Also, I know I said the green dick is my favorite, but the truth is it’s Greg. Well, you and Greg, since you’re kind of a package deal. Heh. Package. Speaking of…”

“I meant because of last night,” Joey says, his eyes twinkling. There’s still a thread of concern there, though, and it makes me melt. Just a little.

“I’m used to bad nights of sleep,” I tell him, patting his chest a couple times. Groping a little. “But I appreciate you looking out for me. If youwant, you could wear me out so thoroughly later I’ll have no choice but to sleep right through the night.”

His lips twitch. “And how would you suggest I do that?”

“Uh… Was that not obvious? Sexual intercourse, my dude. Your penis. My sphincter. A happy little meet-and-greet with our friend, Mr. Lube. I sure wasn’t talking about the gym. And what? Why are you laughing?”

Joey drops his hand from in front of his face, his happy smile making my chest feel light. “How do you make that sound so unsexy, bub?”

“I don’t know,” I groan. “I just open my mouth, and words fall out. It’s a curse.”

“More like a gift,” he corrects, tugging me in close. “Ready to head upstairs and celebrate your bi-fabulousness? Pretty sure there’s a bunch of porn stars waiting on us.”

“That sounds way dirtier than I think you intended, Joey-roo, and I heartily approve. Although, just to be clear, I’m not sharing you with anyone. You’re my exclusive kangaroo. No one’s getting all up in your pouch except for me.”

He shakes his head, even though there’s a smile on his face. “My pouch is all yours.”

My responding grin is huge.

When we make it up to the VIP lounge, a cheer goes up. Alex waves frantically to his boyfriend Finn, who pulls a cord near theedge of the room, releasing balloons that fall from the ceiling in colorful bundles of three. Each is shaped like a dick with balls. I can’t help but laugh, amazed that these men put so much effort into this celebration for me.

Alex is the first to reach us, looping his arm with mine. “Welcome to the queer club, sweets! Officially, I mean.”

“Thanks. Is there a secret handshake I should know?”

“Sure is,” he says. “First, you take off your pants. Then—”

“Behave,” Dixon grumbles, plucking the smaller man off me. He holds out an envelope. “Here.”

“What’s this?” I ask, pulling the flap open and looking inside.

“A two-year subscription for Elite 8 Studios,” Niko says from Dixon’s side, waggling his eyebrows. “We all chipped in.”

“You guys got me online porn?” I ask, tearing up. “That’s so fucking thoughtful.”

“Just make sure to hydrate,” Kipp calls from nearby, a grin on his face. Teddy smiles adoringly at his husband.

I nod solemnly. “I will. Promise. Where’s Jason? Birdie!”

My friend ducks lower on the couch he’s sitting on, Cas beside him.

“Look, Birdie! Free porn.”

“Don’t say it,” Jason pleads.