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“Confused about what?”
“About y-you liking me back.” Carl stepped even farther back. Devon could see his pale eyes darken with shadows.
Devon furrowed his brow. “I don’t understand.”
“Sorry. Let me be clear. If we talk, and you laugh, and we get to know each other, I’ll like you even more, but it can’t m-mean anything.”
“Right. You’re leaving. I get it. But it’s not like I’m going to fall in love with you.”
“Exactly.”
Devon blinked. “You are so hard to follow.”
“And you’re ob-obtuse.”
Devon huffed. “See? That’s not something you say to someone you like and who you’re hoping will fuck you.”
“I know, it’s just…” Carl tossed his hair again. “I like you. You don’t like me—”
“I don’tknowyou!”
“—and if we talk, I’ll like you more, and I’ll start to h-hope. But, like you said, I’m leaving, and you probably wouldn’t like me b-back anyway, because I’m a d-dick.” He rolled his shoulders back and lifted his chin, a new sheen of iciness dropping over him. “If we just f-fuck each other, then I won’t get confused. Get it now?”
Devon’s heart twisted. He’d asked for clarity, and Carl had delivered, but he hadn’t anticipated it being painful. He hadn’t anticipated believing in Carl’s crush, and yet, when he put it like that, Devon did.
“I get it.”
“Besides,” Carl said with a cool smirk. “I thought you’d want to f-fuck me right away. I mean, that’s why you’re even here, right? To get your dick wet.”
Devon couldn’t help but snort. “That just shows how little you know me.”
“I’m figuring that out.” Carl took Devon’s hand into his own, the callouses on his fingers rough. “I do care what you want, Devon. I’m s-sorry I didn’t act like I did at first. I understand now. It’s important to you that we know each other before we have sex. So, h-horrible hope be damned—the emotion, not your sister—let’s do this.” He smiled, and it was the first real smile Devon had seen from him.
Between Carl’s pink lips and cheeks, Devon had to admit that the nickname Pinky was apt. He wondered what else was that same color pink—his nipples? His cock? He supposed that by the end of the night he’d know for sure, if Carl had his way.
Carl tugged Devon gently toward the kitchen. “I want to do whatever it takes for you to be w-willing to do this for me.”
As Devon followed, for the first time since he’d walked into the house, he felt like he might not have made the worst mistake ever in agreeing to relieve Carl Pink of his burdensome virginity.
Chapter Two
“I’ve been withguys. I’m usually into topping, but I’ve bottomed, just so you know. I mean, if you want to try it both ways.”
They sat at the kitchen table, the window pattering with rain. Carl was lounging in the chair next to Devon, the neck of his T-shirt stretched a little, exposing the tops of his collarbones. For his part, Devon had a pen and a yellow pad he’d grabbed out of a drawer in the kitchen, and he was clicking the pen again and again, ready to start a list.
“So we’re doing this then?” Carl asked, his eyes brightening and his face lighting up. His stuttering had come and gone as they’d talked, but Devon hadn’t asked about it. Carl seemed to steadfastly ignore it, and so would he. For now.
“Probably. I mean, it’s why we’re both here, and I guess if we can talk it over and agree to some kind of plan, then, yeah, we’re going to have sex like you want.”
Carl laughed and shook his head.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No, tell me.”
“I know you’re not big on hookups like some guys, but when you were b-balking earlier, I got n-nervous that maybe you won’t do it unless you’re in love or something.”
