Page 93 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

"Um."

I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to me.

"You can go now," Jonas finally said, filling the silence and I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, practically running to my room.

Chapter Three

Jonas

Ilay there, mind reeling over what had just happened until the come started to cool and dry on my skin. Peter's come. All over my ass.

I didn't know why he had done that. I didn't know why the hell I'd gone along with it.

He was an asshole. I hadn't been lying when I'd said I'd never like him.

Guys like him: loud, abrasive jerks who were full of hate weren't my cup of tea. And yeah, he got along with Charles, but that was because Charles was nice enough to look past any hateful, homophobic comments that Peter made.

I wasn't so kind, though.

Groaning softly, I uncurled my body, standing to see the damage.

With a start, I realized the camera was still running, so I shut it off quickly, my heart racing with the latent realization that all of that was now saved on my memory card. There was proof that I'd let Charles' best friend fuck me with a dildo and come on my ass.

I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath to ground myself before kicking my boxers off and using the fabric to scrub my skin clean.

I wanted to go take a shower, but I was too worried I'd run into Peter again. Things had already been awkward enough since that party—more like since I'd moved in here—I couldn't imagine it would get any better now.

Swallowing, I pushed the thought away and packed my toys into their drawer, taking a minute to disinfect them all even though I was so tired.

Shutting off my ring light, the room was plunged into darkness. I crawled into bed, listening to the silence ring.

After a few minutes, I could hear Peter snoring softly and snorted. Admittedly, I felt like a rope had unfurled inside me. I hadn't come like that in, well, I couldn't remember. And that said something because I came for a living. My eyes drifted shut and the peace after a release took me over.

When I woke up in the morning though and saw the camera still set up, everything came flying back to me like a punch to the gut.

What the fuck had I done?

The person I hated, the one who happened to be my brother's best friend and my roommate, now knew my biggest secret.

He was asshole enough to hold it over me, to use it as blackmail or torture me with it.

Heart pounding, I cracked open my bedroom door and peered into the rest of the apartment. It was empty.

Just to be sure, I went to his room and pressed my ear to the door, but there were no noises from inside. And unlike some assholes, I didn’t just walk into people’s rooms without an invite. When I saw that his shoes were gone, too, I let out a sigh of relief and finally headed to the shower.

It wasn’t until I was under the hot spray of water that it hit me. He had come too. He'd fucked me with a dildo and then come on me... That didn’t exactly seem like blackmail material for him.

But he'd said all those things. That summer when I first met him. He had made fun of Professor Gordon. I'd heard him going on about that faggot to Charles and saying other disgusting things, like that he only failed the guys who wouldn't fuck him.

I'd had Professor Gordon. I'd liked him. He'd been a bit of a mentor for me. He'd never done anything inappropriate that I had ever seen. He was gay, but if Peter failed his class, it was because he was an idiot, not because the professor couldn't get in his pants.

I stood under the hot water, wondering about Peter. It was always the homophobes trying to suppress their own feelings, wasn't it...

Maybe for some reason, he didn’t feel like he could be himself.

My heart clenched at the thought, because though I came from a loving family, even I hadn’t come out to everyone. It had taken going to college for me to get the balls to tell my family and they kept it quiet because I still didn't like that being the first thing people knew about me when I walked into a room.

And of course, when it came to Peter, I'd made Charles promise to never tell him, even though he swore up and down that Peter wasn’t that bad.

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