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Keeping my eyes focused on the dark, long road ahead, I take a deep breath. It’s crazy that my mind has just adjusted, the thoughts easily steering themselves down the rabbit hole. “The idea of it doesn’t make me any more uncomfortable than if you had a pussy.”

“So eloquent.” He chuckles.

“Are you trying to get out of talking about moving out of your place?”

“Just answer this question,” he says firmly. “And then I’ll answer whatever it is you want to know about my living arrangements.”

“Does it freak you out?”

“Does it freakyouout?” I counter.

“Deacon, I’ve had my whole life to get used to being attracted to men.”

“I’m not attracted to men,” I say boldly. “I’m only attracted to you.”

18

Julian

My heart is in my throat as I lay on my couch. The clothes I wore to work, now dirty, still on my body, and my black combat boots still on my feet.

I’m only attracted to you.

His confidence is like a fucking aphrodisiac. Like a drug injected straight into my veins, pumping blood around my body, literally bringing me back to life.

He may have rendered me speechless, but every part of me is aware of him. Thinks about him. Dreams about him. Just wantshim.

“Does it freak you out?” I hear him ask.

Freak me out? No. Am I fucking scared? Shitless. But I don’t answer with my insecurities. I don’t want to give them time. I don’t want to give them air. I don’t want them.

Instead, for the first time in a very long time, I dangerously think with my dick.

“I bet we’d have a lot of fun teaching you.”

I hear a sharp intake of breath, quickly followed by, “Fuck you, I don’t want to get hard when I’m driving.”

I snicker into the phone and rub my hand over my own hardening cock. “Ask me what you wanted to ask me about moving.”

“You want me to try and form coherent thoughts now?”

“Unless you want me to hang up and go jack off in the shower, then yeah, let’s get this back to safe territory.”

“Jesus,” he mutters, before I hear him murmur, “A is for apple, b is for bear, c is for cat.”

“What are you doing?” I exclaim.

“I’m trying to get rid of this stiffy. It can’t stay up if I'm singing the alphabet.”

“Is that a fact?” I sputter through a laugh.

“It’s been known to work a time or two,” he says, his voice pained.

“Okay. Okay, how about I go have a shower and call you back? Give you time to get your thoughts back on the road.”

“Don’t touch yourself in the shower,” he commands.

I click my tongue. “Bossy and broody, huh?”

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