Page 22 of Julian Shared
“What’re you talking about?” I cross my arms. “If you wanna do your fuck boy antics, save it for leave and go to Canyon City. Plenty of new pretty boys to meet there.”
Manuel pauses in mid-wipe. “No, hot twinks…as in hot twinking. Don’t you get it?”
I must not. “What the fuck do you mean?”
Manuel grins like he’s just been permitted to tell me a secret. “You know, a hot twink. Like a hot wife? We can’t let the straights have all the fun. It’s when you love your partner so much you…spread the love around by sharing them with others.”
Is that what the kids are calling swinging these days? Though Manuel’s not a kid. He’s my age. Yet that’s never stopped him from being an immature idiot.
As I think, I pinch the bridge of my nose. My confusion is outgrowing my frustration as I adopt these new terms and kinks into my vocabulary and try to apply it to the present situation. “All right, so, Tillman’s wife? Minh? She’s a…hot wife.”
“Yeah, no. That was just cheating.”
What an asshole. At least Manuel finally has the decency to look ashamed of himself.
“Why would you do this?” I ask him outright.
“Shit, man. We don’t all got picture picture-perfect marriages and stay-at-home twinks to be at our every beck and call.”
I shoot him a sharp look. “You’re jealous you never stopped being a fuck boy. Always too scared to grow up and fall in love.”
“Fair enough,” Manuel mutters.
I take a deep breath and shake my head. Manuel might be my oldest friend, but I'm not protecting him from this. He’s got to face the consequences of his own actions.
Manuel wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Shit. I really fucked up this time, huh?”
“Yeah. You did.” I nod. “Look, drop the bravado and stop fighting. If this ends up before court, own up to it. Accept whatever happens. Even if that means a demotion or getting kicked out…and try keeping your dick in your pants for a change.”
Manuel starts to perk up again. “Can’t promise that, but I won’t ever fuck someone’s wife again. I’ll stick to the hot twinks. Maybe even get one my own.”
He’s never going to learn, is he? But that’s always been Manuel. Well, not always. Once upon a time it was him trying to warn me not to stick my dick in crazy.
“C’mon, let’s get you to your CO.”
Huh. Hot twinking. So, that’s what it’s called. That must be what our neighbors were up to the other night. So much debauchery happening on post and I was none the wiser to it all. I try and stop thinking about it, but my mind keeps coming back to that idea.
Kinky sharing.
I smile to myself. I know exactly what present to get Julian on the way home tonight.
Chapter 8
Julian
I see Joel’s jeep long before I hear it.
I’m staked out in the living room, cozied up in a chair right near the bay windows with the curtains wide open. The second I see him, I’m out the front door, rushing to meet Joel in the driveway before he’s even had the chance to open up the garage.
He idles the jeep in place as I pop up to the driver’s side. The windows are already rolled down but Joel also turns down his music, the cherry Spanish crooning turning into a hum.
“I found it,” I tell him, almost breathless with excitement. “There’s a hobby dancing club that meets every week in town.”
“That’s great, Julian, when—”
“Tonight,” I interrupt with a pleading look, “they meet tonight and this week is salsa.”
Joel looks reluctant for a moment, glancing at the time, but then he looks back at me with a raised eyebrow. “Got your dancing shoes on?”
