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I can sort of see why gay guys might fall head over heels for him. If he looks likethatsucking a finger…
“Hey! Boy toy! Mouth off my friend,” Isaac shouts from the open-plan kitchen behind us.
Ezra takes his mouth off my finger, and I wipe it on my shirt while also trying really hardnotto acknowledge my semi-erect cock.
“You can take the boy out of porn, but you can’t take the porn out of the boy,” I say over Ezra’s laugh and Isaac’s stern look.
“So…” Isaac says after a few minutes. “We better order now before the game starts.”
I nod and turn the TV on. The pregame show is still on in full swing. We’ve still got half an hour before kick-off.
“What do you want?” Isaac asks Ezra.
Ezra stretches on the kitchen stool and yawns. The hem of his t-shirt lifts with the move, revealing his V and the abs underneath.
Dammit. Stop looking. What’s wrong with me?
“Pizza?” he says, and Isaac gets to work straight away.
“Hey! You’re not going to ask me? Why does he get to pick?” I say and take the beer he’s offering me.
“Hegets to pick as it’s his first game night. He’s an honorary guest…”
“And as an honorary guest,Ipick,” Ezra adds, coming up behind his boyfriend and putting his arms around his waist, planting a wet kiss on his neck.
Shit. That’s not going to help much with my growing boner, is it?
“Stop that,” I groan and turn my back to them.
It’s not their fault, really. There’s something wrong with me, and I don’t know whatitis. I’ve never really looked at men that way. There was that one time in college…
But it went horribly, and if that isn’t conclusive about my sexuality, then I don’t know what is.
And yet…
The last three weeks—
Hell, the last few months, I’ve been noticing a lot more things than I ever used to.
Like the muscles on men’s necks, and their Adam’s apples. Or the cheekbones and shapes of their faces.
And their crotches. Yup. Crotches. I keep looking at bulges like a pubescent teen trying to figure out if everyone else has a boner like me.
And I left my pubescent years behind more than a decade and a half ago.
“Hello! Earth to Lincoln,” Isaac shouts, waving a hand in front of my face.
I take a deep breath and trill my lips, shaking off all weird thoughts.
“What?”
“I said, ‘scoot over.’” He waves me to the edge of the couch with his hands, and he and Ezra sit next to each other.
I roll my eyes and focus my attention on the TV and the game that’s about to start.
I get lost in the sport, or at least pretend to, anyway, and try for the umpteenth time to screw my head right.
Why can’t I make sense of any of this? It’s been almost two months since I broke up with Makayla, and not only have I not managed to hookup with anyone, I’ve also been lusting after my actor.
