Page 5 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I grabbed a beer and him a vodka coke. People from all sides of us were vying for my attention, but after that kiss, I only had eyes for one person, and I wasn’t going to be distracted. From the fridge, I grabbed another can of squirty cream. “You wanna go somewhere quiet?”

“With that?”

“I’ve got a craving for it now.”

He was blushing hard in the kitchen light. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I know a place,” he said.

I took him to the only place in the house I knew we weren’t going to be disturbed. My bedroom upstairs. It was cramped and a single bed, but it was quiet.

He stood around in the doorway as I sat on my bed. “You wanted to go somewhere quiet, right?” I placed the can of cream on the bedside table. “Or did you just want to stand outside my room letting your drink go warm in your hand.”

“I was just wondering if this was real,” he said, words slightly slurred. “Because from where I am, this is like a weird dream I’ve had before.”

“So, you’ve dreamed about me before?” I asked, raising my brows at him. “I think I’ve dreamed about you before.”

“Wait. What? Why?” He stood abnormally straight.

“Because you’re my type, or, well, what I think my type would be,” I admitted. “I’ve never done anything with a guy before.” And from my knowledge of categories online, he was a twink, and that got me hard.

“Is this a joke?” he asked. “Did Morgan put you up to this?”

“No,” I told him. “I’m bi, I thought you knew that.”

He drank, then pulled away and gasped as the liquid sloshed around in the cup. “News to me,” he said. “So, tell me more.”

I patted the side of the bed. “Close the door and I will.”

With the door shut, the music wasn’t so loud, but it vibrated through the ceiling and walls. “Four years ago, I fell into a rabbit hole of gay porn,” I admitted, something I’d never told anyone before. “I’ve never done anything with a guy.” I drank my beer. “I’m not trying to start anything with you, not unless you want to start something.”

“You’re not a virgin, right?”

It caught me off guard. I laughed hard. “I’m definitely not a virgin,” I said. “You think those tongue skills come from nowhere. How do your nipples feel?”

“It was—nice.”

“Good. And I’d like to do it again. But only if you want.”

“I dare you,” he said.

“No, I dare you,” I countered. “Lay on this bed and let me lick whipped cream off your nipples again.”

“I dare.” He licked his lips. “But you’re not doing this as some type of joke, are you?”

I could see where he was coming from, I hadn’t shown any interest in him before, but I’d seen him on the app and an attraction had grown. Plus, I was semi-drunk, and my confidence levels were through the roof. “I’d never joke about trying to hook up with a cute guy,” I admitted. “You’re my first, so I hope that doesn’t scare you.”

He reached out to my face, the back of his hand rubbed against the stubble on my chin and cheek. “You’re very attractive,” he whispered. “But I’m not really someone who wants to teach a guy how to do this.”

“You don’t have to teach me anything, pretty boy,” I told him, shaking up the can of cream. “But if you just wanna go back out and enjoy the party, then I don’t mind.”

Leo’s face was an obvious book to read; thinking about how to respond, his eyes couldn’t keep contact for longer than a quick second.

I squirted cream into my mouth and held it over his mouth for him. I sprayed it until he couldn’t keep anymore in his mouth, to the point he nearly spat it out. Instead, he swallowed and wiped his mouth on the back of his shirt sleeve.

“I’m not a spitter,” he said, licking his lips.

Inching closer to him, I placed my hand on his chin and tilted it up and down.

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