Page 12 of Me Three
I let shit get complicated with him and look what happened? Not only did he betray my trust, he also made me the laughing stock of all my friends—half of which he slept with. The other half were girls, so thank God he was gay or he’d probably have slept with them, too.
The only saving grace was that Everett wasn’t there when it happened.
I can’t imagine looking at the pity on his face.
And I couldn’t possibly imagine what would happen if Ian had managed to lure Ev, too.
He’s the only person in my life who has never betrayed me, and it kills me to even think that about him. That if he were here, he’d betray me, too.
And I know it’s not fair on him to think that about him, but I can’t help it. It’s what that bastard’s betrayal has done to me.
And why Ev is the only friend I’ve got left, so the last thing I want is to fuck things up with him.
Doing repeats with him is risky for many reasons, but mainly because what happens if we start fucking the same guy and the guy prefers one over the other? What if feelings get involved? I can’t—won’t—lose my friend for anyone.
There’s a knock on my door, and I open it. Everett is standing outside with sad eyes and pursed lips.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s fine. I didn’t need to storm out,” I tell him.
“No, you didn’tneedto, but I’ve missed your tantrums, so thanks for making a comeback,” he smiles, and I punch his chest.
“Dick,” I say.
“If it’ll make you feel better,” he says and closes the distance between us slowly, reluctantly.
His lips lock with mine, and his hands rest on my waist, gently, but firmly at the same time.
“I’m pretty sure it will,” I mumble and unzip my pants.
Everett slides down my body until he’s on his knees and taking my dick in his mouth.
“I told you we could have started with this, but you insisted we needed dinner,” I say, taking grip of the door frame to steady myself.
“Shut up, Walker,” Ev says, “and enjoy the moment.”
This. This is all I want in life. Him. But the only way I can have him is like this.
And that’s complicated enough. We don’t need a third to add to the mix.
Four
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“Come on, sugar, if you’re not gonna be in it, don’t play,” Julian shouts at the top of his voice while trying to avoid the masked villains on the screen.
Freddy, who’s sitting next to him, elbows him, and Julian yells in protest.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying. I’m trying,” I apologize from the couch and steer my character away from the group and try to shoot as many enemies as I can.
“It’s not their fault. They’ve got two daddies on their mind.” Freddy laughs once we have gone through the current shoot-out and the game saves.
“Freddy, darling?” I say, and Freddy turns to look at me. “Shut up.”
“Tell me I’m lying and I will,” he replies.
I roll my eyes and spin my character around to shoot his on the screen. Of course, us being on the same team and everything, it doesn’t affect him. But I make my point.
