Page 21 of Rock Giant
“Why?It doesn’t bite.”
“Yeah, but…” His hair fell forward as his gaze sank to Paul’s loins.“We’re not really gonna, are we?I mean, if we do, Lyra will give me such a fucking bollocking for doing shit while drunk.”
Except, neither of them was drunk.They were still upright, still compos mentis, and he could still see in straight lines.Ergo, not drunk.“Fuck Lyra.”
“Wouldn’t dare.”
“No wonder you never get laid if you’re constantly being oppressed by Lyra’s thumb.”Paul pressed his thumb against the centre of Ronnie’s brow.
Ronnie swiped at him.“Maybe I’ve not been interested until now.”
“Kiddo, you have not been holding a torch for me.”
All he wanted was some no strings action.An orgasm or two.No remorse.No rewriting the occasion after the fact as anything more than what it was, namely, two mates having a bit of fun together because they were—he scratched the word lonely from his mind before it took root.He was never lonely.He was always surrounded by friends.If there was one thing besides playing bass, and foraging that he was truly epic at, it was making friends.
“Need me to swear I’m not in love with you?”Ronnie asked.“I’m not.At least, I don’t think I am.Although, I do love you, and I’ve a literal wedge in my pants over the possibility that I might get my hands…tongue on the barbell-enhanced monster dick you possess.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?”
“All the ti—”
Paul grabbed Ronnie’s T-shirt front and reeled him in, cutting him off.
“You’re not really my thing, Bushie, but if you’re really offering, and this isn’t just a lame game—”
“I’m offering.We can be like Xane and Spook.”
“No,” he said.That was not the vibe here.Not that anyone besides Xane and Spook really seemed to understand what the fuck their relationship was.He just needed to get the hell out of his own headspace for a bit.He still had the fucking D’Amon brothers twittering away in his skull like a chattering of starlings, not to mention Elspeth’s presence weighing on his shoulders like a lead balloon.
Dwelling on shit wasn’t him.He never did that.If he had a mantra for life, it was easy come, easyfuckinggo.
Nothing that anyone had said ought to have left him feeling this fucking off kilter.
Getting laid would surely sort him out.
“I’m like ninety per cent straight, Bushie.This is strictly a one-time deal, and I’m laying out the boundaries.No butt stuff, and it’s not tit for tat, so don’t go expecting it.”
“Aw, you’re not gonna get on your knees for me after?”Despite the droopy faces Ronnie made, the lack of reciprocity didn’t seem to be a dealbreaker, given the guy was still buzzing with excitement.“So, your bunk or mine?”
“Here,” Paul said.Hadn’t he already said that?“It’s not like there’s anybody around, or is that too wild for you?Maybe you’re frightened Lyra will cancel your Haribo subscription if we’re caught.”
Personally, he thought a little danger ramped up the fun.Also, he and this tree were like soul mates now.He had no intention of parting company with it until it told him to piss off and stop stealing its oxygen.Hang on, no that wasn’t right.Trees made oxygen.Wait, so technically all the oxygen belonged to the trees.Humans should be worshipping them like fucking gods.
Ronnie leaned in closer, a smirk playing over his mobile lips.“Is this what you’re like when you’re anxious?Dickish?”
“Not anxious.”
“I think you are.”
“No.”
A warm hand pressed against his upper thigh, shifted to caress the inner seam of his jeans.
Paul encircled his hand around Ronnie’s slender wrist and moved it so that it was sat over his rapidly thickening cock in order to make his point.“You’re not my first guy, Bush.You’re not even the third or fourth.”
“Ninety per cent straight?”Ronnie repeated, both eyebrows raised.“I think you’re fooling yourself, mate.Where I come from, they call that being bisexual.”
“Whateves…” Ronnie could label it anyway he liked… Bisexual… Bi-curious… Rock star straight… Heteroflexible… Opportunistic...It didn’t matter to him.He knew what got his heart thumping, and it wasn’t guys, even if he did sometimes say yes to them getting him off.
