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Kyle:Yay! How’d it go?

Eric:Great. He was very supportive, of course.

Kyle:Of course.

Eric steeled himself. It was time to bring up the thing he’d been obsessing over for days.

Eric:I’ve been thinking about your offer.

Kyle:Oh?

Eric:I’m back in town on Wednesday night. I have Thursday off.

He held his breath as he waited for a response.

Kyle:Oh yeah?

Eric:Come over for dinner?

Kyle:Dinner or “dinner”?

Eric’s stomach fluttered. He wanted to be bold and confirm the latter, but he still wasn’t sure he was ready.

Eric:Let’s start with dinner.

Kyle:And if we’re still hungry after...

Eric bit his lip and wrote,I’ll text you when I’m back in town. Goodnight.

Kyle sent a kissy face emoji. Eric didn’t send anything back because emojis always felt silly to him.

So Eric had a possible date with Kyle. Or rather, a possible scheduled platonic sex session. Ugh, that was a depressing way of thinking about it.

He was maybe going to have sex with Kyle. Possiblyanalsex, which was both thrilling and scary to think about. It was something he had never done with Holly—giving or receiving—but he’d done a bit of experimenting with his own fingers. Enough to know that he wanted more. Eric wished Scottwerethe type of friend he could talk about sex with, because he’d like someone to relieve his anxiety about having sex with a man. Eric wondered if Scott’s shyness about sex carried to the bedroom, or if he was secretly a sex god.

Okay. That right there was proof that Eric needed this scheduled platonic sex session. He should definitely not be thinking about his best friend, and captain’s, sexual personality.

He let his thoughts drift back to Kyle, which wasn’t difficult. His imagination supplied a vision of Kyle gazing down at him, his eyes hooded and his pink lips shiny and slack with desire as Eric took his cock into his mouth. Eric had never done that, but god, he wanted to.

He jerked himself off quickly, as usual, and felt a lot more ready for sleep after he finished. He cleaned up in the bathroom, and when he returned to the bed he saw his phone had a new message.

Kyle:His name is Sebastian. I wasn’t even close.

Chapter Thirteen

At six o’clock on Thursday evening, Kyle was at Eric’s front door with a backpack and a serious appetite for both food and sex.

Eric opened the door looking absurdly gorgeous. His white dress shirt was open at the collar and had the sleeves rolled up, and suddenly Kyle couldn’t care less about food.

“Hey,” Eric said, stepping aside to let Kyle in. “Thanks for coming.”

“I was probably going to be watchingGuy’s Grocery Gamesor something, so I appreciate the invitation.” He kissed Eric’s cheek as he walked past him into the house.

Eric took his coat and gestured to the bag Kyle was holding. “What did you bring this time?”

“Ingredients for another mocktail.”

Eric smiled warmly, as if he was immensely touched by this. “That’s very thoughtful. I do have some wine, if you’d—”