Page 21 of Advanced Chemistry

Correction: Everything that happened after I spooged in my old teacher’s mouth was a fucking blur. Everything that happened duringSchitt’s Creek: crystal clear.

I was a hungover zombie for the rest of Saturday and Sunday. Maybe I cleaned my apartment and did laundry? Maybe I made myself some chicken breast on the George Foreman grill?

My body was on autopilot. My mind was back on that futon, going over the events of Saturday afternoon.

What a day. What a fucking day. I could not get it out of my head. None of it. It was officially the wildest, hottest day of my life. It made me feel alive, a bigger endorphin rush than my best workouts.

Watching Chase go from quiet, nerdy guy to quiet, nerdy guy who was giving two blow jobs at once was insanely sexy. Anytime I’d thought of him this weekend, I‘d gotten an instant boner. I kept thinking about the sneaky smiles that lit up his face, and how he could suddenly take control like when he ordered Sebastian and me to stand up so he could blow us. There was a confident calm brewing under his quirky exterior, like a burst of caramel at the center of a chocolate.

“Hey.” Sebastian knocked at my door. “We have our meeting with Craig Wimmer this morning. We need to leave in twenty-five minutes.”

“Cool,” I yelled back.

There was also Sebastian. We hadn’t really spoken post-threesome. Like, we weren’t ignoring each other or avoiding each other, but we kept conversation strictly to preparing for the meeting. We played lots of video games, too, but fortunately, we only had to look at the TV screen.

It was a weird gray area for us. We were best buds, forged in the fire of wrestling and running a business. We were always talking about everything.

I wasn’t sure how to approach this, though. Did I laugh it off as a one-time thing? Did we need to have The Conversation about how this shouldn’t affect our friendship and/or business?

My instinct was the former. The hookup was epic shit, after all. But I didn’t want it to be a one-time thing. The adult in me said that The Conversation needed to be had. Sebastian could be so damn hard to read at times. His no-nonsense expression was stamped on his face all weekend. Was he upset? Was he focused on the Hollis meeting? Was he confused?

I hopped in the shower and let the hot water wake me up. Sebastian had made us buy this nice, quasi-fancy soap at the start of the year. He’d read that it was the same brand used by five-star hotels. He wanted us to smell like successful, rich businessmen, so that we could believe our own hype on a visceral level.

But this morning, I wasn’t thinking about smelling like a rich dude. I kept thinking of the way Sebastian smelled when we kissed. A little musky, a little salty, a little like beer. Flashes of his heavy-lidded eyes seared into my brain, as did the tiny gasp of surprised breath when I pulled him into a kiss.

A kiss.

I kissed my best friend.

I’d always known Sebastian was attractive, but seeing him naked, hard, and groaning with want was on another level. He washot.

So hot that I was rock hard in the shower, something I took care of quickly. (The rich people soap made for excellent lubricant.) One could not go into an important business meeting with a loaded gun.

After I finished and washed off, I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, rubbed product through my hands, and styled my hair in the mirror. There were times over the years when I’d suspected that Sebastian might have had a little crush on me—the way his face would change when I discussed hookups, a look here and there that might’ve lasted just a bit too long.

Was it a crush, or was I reading into things and being a tad self-absorbed?

“Nah,” I said to myself. Sebastian was my friend.

“You almost done in there?” Sebastian asked through the door.

“Yeah.” I finished getting my hair in position with a little upturn in the front. I opened the door to a shirtless Sebastian. Our chests almost touched.

I’d seen Sebastian shirtless a zillion times. Why was it making my stomach flip now?

“Hey,” I said.

“I need to, uh, get in there.” Sebastian pointed past me, with the same deer-in-the-highlights look I had to be sporting.

“Cool, yeah.” Goosebumps danced up my spine as I stepped aside. I eyed the bulge in his pants, knowing what lay underneath.

Yeah, The Conversation definitely needed to be had.

“Listen,” I said.

Sebastian turned from the mirror. “What?”

“Um, yeah, so maybe we should talk…”

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