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Tyler hummed, thoughtful. “I mean, look at me and Blake. He never thought he was into guys, and it took him a while to accept that he wanted me like that. Now he can’t keep his hands off me. And he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A small, bitter laugh escaped me. “This isn’t like you and Blake,” I said.

“I didn’t say it was.” His tone was gentler now. “But… just be honest with yourself, bro. If you’re into him, pretending you’re not won’t make it go away.”

I closed my eyes. “Yeah, well. Doesn’t matter. He’s unavailable. End of story.”

Tyler was quiet for a second. “I’m just saying,” he said, then. “You’re the only guy I know who’s had phone sex with a straight dude.”

I snorted despite myself. “That was a fluke. It won’t happen again.”

“Not with that attitude, it won’t.”

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. It was just like Tyler to be optimistic even when I couldn’t be.

We talked for a while longer—about his training, my job, the usual bullshit—before he yawned and said, “Oh! I almost forgot. I’ll be in Providence for Christmas.”

That got my attention. “For real?”

“Yeah, spending it with my mom this year. Figured I’d give you a heads-up so we can finally hang out in person.”

“I’m supposed to go back to Maine for a week and spend holidays with my family, but I’ll be back here right after New Year’s.”

“That’s fine. I’ll probably stay at my mom’s place for the entire winter break. Plenty of time to catch up.” He grinned. “You still look like the same cocky fuck who beat me at the regionals, by the way.”

I smiled. “And you’re still as easy on the eye as ever. Happiness suits you.”

Tyler’s smile widened. “It’ll be good to see you, man.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, meaning it. “You too.”

After we hung up, I lay there for a moment, staring at my phone screen. Hearing from Tyler did make me feel better. It reminded me of who I am. And I didn’t do pining. I didn’t do moping. I was a sexy motherfucker in my prime, and any guy would be lucky to score with me. This thing with Isaac? It was bound to fizzle out eventually. It was just a little crush, and once I got out of my head, I’d realize I was making a big deal out of nothing.

So, I’d let it be what it’d be. Not like we had a date with destiny.

10. Zac

I woke in the middle of the night, my cock throbbing, precum slicking my stomach. I’d thought jerking off before bed would knock me out for the night and give me my seven hours of peace. It didn’t.

Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach, pressing my face into the pillow like that would somehow make a difference. My erection rubbed against the mattress, smearing precum over the sheets, and sending my mind straight into a lustful haze. There’d be no more sleep for me tonight. The ache between my legs wasn’t the kind that just went away, and at this point, ignoring it felt like stubborn self-punishment.

With a grunt, I flipped onto my back, reached down, and got to work.

Chantelle came to mind automatically—her body, her curves, the way she moved beneath me. It had only been three days since she had been gone, but it already seemed like a month. I tried to focus on how she sounded when she moaned, the way her nails raked over my back, the way her breath hitched when I drove into her.

I tightened my grip, jaw locking as I picked up the pace. My mind started wandering, conjuring visions of multiple women, crawling over the bed from all sides, vampire brides ready to feed on my body. Two sucking on each of my nipples, the other two between my legs, sharing the goods. I kept stroking faster, moaning in the dark, feeling my balls tighten.

Then, one of the women between my legs looked up at me, smiling, and—fuck. It wasn’t a woman at all. It was Chris.

“Bet I’d suck you so good you’d forget your own name,” he said.

My whole body locked up. My stomach flipped, nausea and panic hitting at the same time. I jerked my hand away like I’d been burned, but it was too late—I was already cumming, shooting all over my chest. My cock pulsated, my body spasmed, finally finding a temporary relief. And the worst part? The worst part was that, for one brief, terrifying second, my body had responded in a way it hadn’t to anything else all fucking week.

“Jesus Christ.” I scrubbed a hand over my face, dragging in uneven breaths. What the fuck was that?

When I looked at my phone, it showed five a.m. Too early to get up, too late to hope for more sleep. Maybe a session in the gym would help rid me of this goddamned itch. So, I threw back the covers and stalked to the bathroom, naked, cum still cooling on my skin. Turning the water to ice-cold, I stepped under the spray.

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