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Shit.
I don’t know…
Telling him no really didn’t occur to me, but it probably should have.
It’s important, Ryan. If I’m in charge then I’m going to make some rules. I think that’s what you’re looking for anyway.
That just bounced around in my head like a ping-pong ball on steroids.
What kind of rules?
Admitting I was curious about that was easier than promising to talk to Scott, and that was more telling than I wanted to admit. I pictured Dare smiling at me when he texted back.
I shouldn’t let you change the subject but I will this time. Some naughty and some just to let you remember who’s in charge. I bet you’re hard right now, aren’t you?
Yep.
It doesn’t take a mind reader to guess that.
He sent a picture of a laughing emoji and something that looked like a paddle. Fuck.
You’re tempting me, aren’t you?
Tempting him to what? I decided it didn’t matter.
Maybe.
I could honestly say I had no idea what I was doing, but as tired as I was at that point, it didn’t scare me as much as it should have. Maybe it was a lack of sleep or maybe it was just because I hadn’t realized how lonely I’d been until Dare had sat down on my lap, but in that moment, I wasn’t sure who I’d been hiding from.
College was long since over and the people at my job didn’t even seem to realize I was human, much less gay. I was just a cog in a wheel, and as long as the paperwork got done, they didn’t care. My family knew I was gay and had handled it just fine, but they’d never asked me overly nosy questions, which I was grateful of.
There was only one person who would really matter.
Scott.
And not just because I was thinking about having sex with him…or at the very least having sex with someone else while he watched…and while I watched him.
I was going to have to talk to Scott.
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The smell of coffee woke me entirely too early.
I tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the thought of Scott going into the office before we’d had a chance to at least try to talk made me uncomfortable. We hadn’t fought, and we hadn’t done anything weird last night, but there was the canyon between us that seemed to be growing wider in my head.
Groaning, I shoved the covers off and ignored my morning wood as I went to the bathroom and quickly rushed through everything I needed to do. Once I was ready, I headed for the kitchen, trying to figure out what I would say.
Scott didn’t always go into work on the weekend, so I wasn’t sure how ready he was to head into the office, but I didn’t want to miss him by seconds because I’d taken my time in the bathroom. As I walked into the small eat-in kitchen, I saw Scott hovering over a cup of coffee, and from a quick glance at the pot, I realized it was probably his second.
Taking his time before going in or a lot on his mind?
His furtive glance in my direction before focusing back on his coffee made it obvious. Scott sat quietly while I poured myself a cup and overloaded it with milk and sugar. The first sign he was really seeing me was when he grimaced at the amount of sugar I spooned in.
Chuckling, I sat down across from him in my usual seat and took a sip. When I set the cup down and stared at him, he blushed. This couldn’t continue. “We’ve been friends for years, right?”
Scott gave me a nod. “Yes.”
“In the closet or out, it didn’t matter because we were friends.”
