Page 31 of Gay for Pray
I’m being a bit optimistic with that, but hey, I might as well swing for the fences. Part of me is waiting for the moment Theodore freaks out and runs from this, but until he does, I’m going to enjoy every second of it. He’s hot, his cock is incredible, and for some reason he still wants me despite all his religious stuff. That’s not an opportunity you let slip between your fingers. If Nick can give us all night, I will make use of every last second.
A smile curls across Nick’s face like smoke. I don’t need to say any more. He knows me way too well to miss the implications behind my request.
“Yeah,” he says, “I could clear out. Michael’s probably around on Friday.”
“Michael? Who’s Michael?”
He rolls his dark eyes. “From the choir? Come on, man. He plays guitar. He’s there in the front row every time. He’s pretty quiet, but he’s the only one with an instrument, so I seriously don’t know how you missed him.”
I do. It’s because I was too busy ogling a certain blond, stern, stiff-backed choir boy. I’m not about to tell Nick that, though.
“Anyway,” Nick says, “I’ll hit him up and let you know what he says. He’ll probably let me crash if you need the room for a night.”
“Thanks, man. Is he, uh…”
Nick waves the suggestion away. “Nah, just a friend. We got to talking during practice. Turns out he’s pretty chill.”
“And you’re not into him? At all?”
Nick shrugs. “He’s hot, but I don’t think we’re each other’s type. It’d be anotheryousituation.”
He waves between us, encompassing our awkward freshman year mistakes.
“Stop deflecting,” Nick says. “Who’s the guy? Is it someone from the party?”
I can’t help scowling. Technically, Theodore is “someone from the party,” but not at all in the way Nick means. Sure, I carried Theodore home and slept with him hugged against my body, but Nick clearly has no idea exactly what went down that night outside of me needing to take care of someone. Nor do I want to explain. I can just imagine him sneering at the idea of me hooking up with Theodore of all people, if he even believed me. I can see why he’d struggle to wrap his brain around it. I’m struggling with that myself, and I was there for the whole thing.
“No, just a guy from a class,” I say. That’s mostly true, sort of, but more importantly, it should throw Nick off the scent. I’m definitely not ready for him to know my mystery guy is the most uptight future priest on the entire campus.
“Damn, well, I’m jealous,” Nick says.
“Didn’t you meet someone at the party?”
He never came home that night, and when I texted him, he said he’d be gone in the morning as well. That’s why I was able to take care of Theodore.
“Yeah, but it was just a hookup,” Nick says. “Some closet case. He won’t even look me in the eyes anymore.”
“That sucks, man. Sorry.”
We’ve both been there. I’m kind of there now. It’s never fun to be useful to a guy when you’re naked and invisible to him outside of the bedroom.
“You deserve better than that,” I say sincerely.
“Don’t we both, but what are we gonna do? We’re stuck at this lame university where you can’t even meet an open guy at a party.”
“Speaking of the party…”
I edge toward another topic I’ve been trying and failing to bring up with him. I’ve wondered ever since Saturday night, though, and Nick is the only person I can ask.
“Did you see anything weird go down there?” I say.
“Weird how?”
“Like people getting way too fucked up or something?”
He thinks for a moment before shaking his head. “Not really. Seemed like standard party stuff to me. Why?”
“So, I think Theodore got dosed at the party.”
