Page 56 of Icing on the Cake

I pick up my phone and tap on the notification.

Drew

Come downstairs u hermit

I roll my eyes and put the phone back on the nightstand. Drew means well, but sometimes I need space. Especially right now, with everything swirling around in my head.

Still naked, I walk to my closet and pull out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. The guys will give me crap for going commando, but I don’t care. I’m finding that ever since the Ice Queen put my butt on the map, I’ve gotten even more comfortable with my body being on display.

Once dressed, I reach for the doorknob, only for the door to nearly clip me in the face. I stagger back, arms pinwheeling wildly as Drew saunters in.

He scrunches his nose and narrows his eyes at me. “Why does it smell like semen in here?”

I shrug. “Probably because I jerked off.”

Drew’s eyes light up with amusement and approval. “No shit! Nice.”

He plops down on my bed and leans back on his elbows. “That’s where I did it.”

I laugh as he springs up, face twisting in disgust. “Fucking gross, dude!”

“What do you want, Drew?”

He wipes his hands on his shorts and crosses his arms. “You didn’t text back. Wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? It’s almost noon, and you’re up herechoking your chicken.”

I take a deep breath. “Drew, can I ask you something?”

He tilts his head, curious. “Shoot.”

“Have you ever…fantasized about someone you shouldn’t have?”

Drew snorts. “All the time.” He takes a step closer and smirks. “Why? Are you fantasizing about someone, G-man?”

In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess. “Yeah. But I shouldn’t be. It’s a friend, or I hope that’s what we are. It’s hard to tell with him.”

Drew’s eyes widen marginally at the pronoun slip, but he doesn’t comment on it. “Look, man, there’s nothing wrong with thinking about someone you know when you’re jerking off.”

“So, you think it’s normal?”

“Normal?” Drew laughs. “Who the fuck cares about normal? We’re all horny bastards with weird kinks and fantasies.” He pauses, then adds, “Why do you think I’m bi? Twice the options to fantasize about.”

I chew on that for a moment. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s nothing more than a phase or a curiosity. “Who was it for you?”

“What?”

“The person you shouldn’t have fantasized about.”

“Oh, lots of people. But if we’re talking recently…” A sly grin creeps across his face, and he leans in to share the juiciest secret ever. “You.”

My heart stops dead, and I point at myself. “Me?!”

Drew laughs at the expression on my face. “Relax, big guy. I’m fucking with you. But if you ever need to talk—or anything else—you know where to find me.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving me more confused than ever. I sink onto my bed and run a hand through my hair.It’s becoming a nervous tic of mine.Drew’s nonchalance makes it sound easy, but can it really be that simple? Just another fantasy to file away and forget?

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