Page 22 of Not That Impossible

“I think so. Possibly?” It was private. I was going to bring up his sexuality. I didn’t want to blindside him with it if he was at work. “Where are you?”

“I’m at home,” he said. “In bed.”

I immediately imagined Liam in bed.

He was wearing nothing but an artfully placed duvet and a come-hither smile.

I mentally removed the duvet, and—

“Jasper?”

“Yes! Sorry. Um. It has come to my attention that you might be into men.”

“What makes you think that?”

I squinted at the phone. “Youkissedme.”

“Yes?”

“I mean…that’s not all you did. You kissed me. You lay on top of me and you held me down. You touched my arse, Liam. You touched it a lot.”

“Right. I—”

“Alot,” I said. “You cupped it.” Cupped it, and squeezed it, and used his hold on it to drag me over him. “And you touched the rest of me. All over. Apart from my cock, which was disappointing because I’d really have loved it if you’d…oh. Oh, Liam.” Things began to make sense.

“What?”

“Was that your first time with a man?” I said gently. “Were you shy?”

“No,” he snapped.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of!” I rushed to reassure him. “There really isn’t, it’s perfectly natural to be nervous or hesitant when exploring another man’s body for the first time.”

He made an odd sound.

“It’s probably overwhelming and exciting, too, isn’t it? Please don’t be embarrassed. It’s been a while since I was a virgin, but I think I recall being a bit weirded out?”

I absolutely wasn’t even remotely weirded out. I was enthusiastic, all the way. Adam pretty much grabbed my dick one day, I grabbed his, and we were off.

“What you’re feeling is normal, Liam.”

“What I’m feeling is annoyed, Jasper.”

“I can understand that. Maybe this isn’t a part of yourself you’re ready to accept. Or even try again. Which isfine, although also I hope isn’t true, because I’d very much like to offer myself up for any gay exploring you’d like to do. I think I’d be great at it. I’d get naked and lie there spread out for you, and you could do whatever, no pressure.”

I had an instant boner at the thought of it.

“We could put on some soothing music.” Wincing, I said bravely, “Like Enya. And have the lights really low. Or candles. I promise I’d be quiet, and you could see what you liked. You could stroke whatever caught your interest, or…or…” He’d said my skin was soft and seemed fascinated by it. “Or put some lotion on me. Whatever you want. We could see where it went. If orgasms happened—I won’t lie, I’d have trouble not orgasming under those circumstances, so if you didn’t want that, if that would be a bit frightening for you, then I could go online and order myself a cock ring or something, let me know—then no pressure. Also if erections were lost or didn’t show up, also no pressure. No judgment. How does that sound?”

“Okay,” Liam said. “Let me recap. You’re offering to buy yourself a cock ring, which you will then wear, while letting me massage you by candlelight, with Enya playing in the background. Because you think I’m a virgin.”

“Gay virgin. I’m pretty sure you’ve had a sex with a woman. Not assuming, though!”

Liam was quiet for a long moment.

“Hello?” I said after the silence dragged on.

“Yeah.”

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