Page 11 of His Fearless Guy

“Hell yeah. I’m starved. You want to order pizza? I could go for a large with extra sausage.”

I almost choke on my drink. Baylor’s cock is one hell of a large sausage. Fuck. I don’t know why I can’t keep my hands off his dick. That’s twice now. Although today, I can’t lay claim to it being the adrenaline that spurred my actions. I was staring at his dick and desperately wanted to get my hands on it again. And when the opportunity arose, I pounced.

“Yeah, I’m good with pizza. Let me get my phone and check to see what Bay wants.”

“Hey, man!” Baylor comes walking into the kitchen right on cue, as if he was listening from the hall to find out what Brennon overheard. He’s got his bag on his shoulder like he’s getting ready to head out.

“We’re ordering pizza,” I tell him. “What do you want on yours?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. I’m good. I need to get home for dinner. I promised my mom.”

That’s bullshit. We were planning to study together all night. I honestly had forgotten I’d even invited Brennon over. But I think Baylor’s freaked we nearly got caught and that’s why he’s taking off. It’s probably good that he’s leaving because I’m not sure I can concentrate on chemistry with him in the room. I don’t know what the fuck is happening between us. I’ve never questioned who I am or what my sexuality is. I’ve always been attracted to girls, but damn…after what just went down…

No. No fucking way. I’m not going there.

“Well, tell your mom hi for me.” I say, hearing the damn tension in my voice. I storm from the room in search of my phone and some fresh air. I’m debating whether I should text him that this is never going to happen again. But I really don’t want to make it like it’s a thing. It happened. It’s over. And we just need to move the fuck on.

I pull up my pizza app and start placing the order, heading back out to the kitchen. Brennon’s on his phone texting away, and I’m guessing from the smile on his face that it’s his girlfriend he’s chatting with.

“Pizza is ordered. It will be here in twenty.”

“Sweet,” he says, looking up from his phone. “Just shooting my girl a text. She’s worried about Friday. I think she’s trying to back out of going to the party with me since she won’t know anyone there. She’s really shy, man.”

That’s kind of crazy because Brennon is the exact opposite. He’s one of the most outgoing guys I know, always game for anything. Guess it’s true that opposites attract.

“Hey!” He perks up. “Any chance you’d be up for a double date? That way Willow could invite one of her friends along.”

Usually I’d say hell no, but after tonight, I think it’s a great idea. I need to get my shit straight. Literally.

“Yeah, I’m down.”

He immediately starts texting with her, and I grab some paper plates and some chips, joining him at the counter. My mind is running a mile a minute. Everything replaying like a live video feed. I’m the one who made the move on Baylor. I was sitting there staring at his dick, and I came up with the bet. Then I jerked us both off. Fuck, it was so hot. But I shouldn’t be getting off on that shit. He’s my best fucking friend. Not to mention, a GUY.

“She just said her cousin Tierney agreed, so they’re in.”

Fan-fucking-tastic. I know nothing about this girl, but I’m hoping she’s nice and hot. Liking video games would be a bonus. Into some type of sport would be cool. Smart, confident, likes to laugh. And I’m definitely hoping she’s up for fooling around so I can fill my tank and reset my nerves. It’s probably just because it’s been so long. Nothing more.

But the doubt is creeping in and making my stomach twist.

8

Baylor

“So, what are you going to wear to the party tonight, babe?”

This is probably the tenth time Taya’s asked me this question in the last two days.

“I don’t know.” I shrug, giving her the same answer I did yesterday and the day before. Not sure how many times I have to repeat myself. And why is it so fucking important? Us guys don’t exactly plan out our outfits ahead of time. We just throw on whatever shit is clean—usually jeans and a shirt—and call it a day.

“Can you wear your black waffle knit shirt and your faded jeans? You look so hot in that outfit.”

Now, she’s trying to pick out my clothes? Play dress up with her Ken doll? Shit, I really am her pet.

“If it’s clean I will.” It’s pathetic to think that before I would’ve gone home after school and washed the outfit justto make sure I could give Tay what she wanted. Now, I don’t fucking care what she wants. I’m counting down the hours until I can end things with her. Come tomorrow, we’ll be broken up.

“I’m going to be in my black mini dress, so can you at least wear a black shirt?” She sounds annoyed.

It’s just a party. Why the hell do we have to coordinate our outfits? It’s not like we’re going to prom. Chase is just inviting people to his house to drink and hang out. There are going to be a few kegs and music playing. It’s not a special occasion.

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