Page 12 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“That’s the real squirty cream,” I said.

He hid his face away with a hand. “I can’t believe we just did that,” he said. “I mean, I—”

“I thought you wanted it.”

“I do—I did,” he said, removing his hand. “It was better than anything I’d wanked over.”

“You wanked over me?”

“Are you kidding?” He hid his face again. “I thought you knew I had a crush on you. Why else do you think I went to those rugby matches?”

I peeled back his hand to see his beautiful face. “I kinda had some idea that you liked me, but I thought you’d feel differently when you found out I was bi. A lot of guys I spoke to were super rude about it.”

Leo’s smile was a warmth I didn’t want to let go of. “Why would that be an issue for me? I just—I thought you were straight.”

“I guess now you know I’m not.”

“Well, I think when you did that thing with your tongue around my nipple I had an idea,” he said, breaking out into laughter.

“Or when I brought you up here and then didn’t mention how you were holding that cup on the off chance you’d spill it and I could get naked in front of you,” I said, not really a master plan, but some sloppy slutty thoughts.

He gasped and playfully hit my arm. “You did not,” he said. “Well, I’m glad I did it, next time though, maybe—”

“Next time.”

“Yes, next time, I never gave you my full potential,” he said, eyeing my cock as it became soft. “And that thing needs someone to get used to it.”

I kissed him. I was taken over by his confidence. “I agree. And if it’s ok with you, I’d like to pen that next time in my diary.”

“You don’t have a diary.”

“Absolutely, I do. How else am I supposed to keep track of presentations, essays, and rugby?”

He kissed me back. “I’m wide open.”

“I know you are; I’ve just fucked you.”

Once more, he hid away his cute face as he laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He tried rolling away, but if he rolled at all, he’d fall off the bed. I held him in place with an arm around his chest.

“We should get cleaned off,” I said. “I have some wet wipes. I would offer the shower, but I’m not sure how showering at a house party would go down, and whether we’d both fit, it’s a small cubby glass box.” Although I did want to shower with him, maybe play out some of the ideas about fucking there too.

We cleaned up with the wet wipes and got ourselves dressed. I didn’t want to leave the room again, I just wanted to spend more time with Leo.

“Do you think anyone noticed we’d left for so long?” he asked.

“Probably.” It was the truth.

Before we headed back to the party, I grabbed the half empty can of squirty cream. We went downstairs, hand in hand, and if that wasn’t the biggest giveaway of what we’d done upstairs, my teammates cut the music to announce it to the entire party.

It was cause for celebration, and shots, and Leo was going to learn quickly why rugby lads didn’t play around when it came to a party, especially one we were throwing for a match win.

There was also a celebration of coming out and feeling like I didn’t have to come out, well, not after what I’d done with Leo upstairs that everyone was quickly informed about. I also couldn’t keep my hands off him, and I knew that I didn’t want to. He was already in my diary, whenever he wanted, because he was wide open, but not wide enough—at least not yet anyway.

Epilogue- Leo

Four Months later

It seemed like forever ago since the first time we had sex, it was probably the strangest way of announcing to a bunch of people I went to university with that I’d just had sex on the floor above them, but it didn’t end there.

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