Page 36 of Good Friends
“You fucked Jayce, okay?That’swhat happened. Then he messaged me and said you were there that weekend, so stop fucking lying to me. Worse, you didn’t even have the fucking balls totellme you were fucking him!”
He watched Porter’s gaze narrow, his brow furrowing even deeper in confusion. “What?”
One of those tingles, intuition, tried to settle in Gavin’s brain and put the brakes on his tirade, but he wasn’t having it. He shoved it aside, ignoring it, wanting his moment of outrage—finally. “Don’t fuckingwhatme, Porter. Jayce told me everything.”
“Jayce? You mean JayceDugger?”
“Well, who thefuckelse would I mean, Porter? You didn’t think he’d tell me? We’re friends. At leastsomeone’shonest with me,” he added in a mutter.
Gavin wasn’t sure he liked the deeper gear Porter’s voice dropped into.
Dom-tone.
Because when Porter started hitting those deeper registers, that was one of the easiest ways for the Dom to short-circuit every last cell of common sense in Gavin’s body. He could never resist Porter in full-on Dom mode, and had never wanted to, either.
“Jayce told youwhat, exactly?”
Gavin screwed up his courage. “You and I had a deal, Porter. If we got into something long-term and serious with someone, we’d tell the other.”
“Yeah? And?”
Gavin no longer felt as certain of his outrage as he did before. “You don’t think you should’ve told me about Jayce?”
“I’m still waiting foryouto tellmeabout Jayce. I only played with the guyonedamn time, because youaskedme to. I wish I hadn’t even done that. Butyouasked me to, so I did despite my better instincts. Then, it was every time I turned around, he was like a goddamned cockroach stuck to the bottom of my boots. I couldn’t get rid of him. Only reason I didn’t tell him to go fuck himself sooner was because heisyour friend and I promised you I’d be nice to him.
“I dodged him at the Toucan that weekend on Friday. On Saturday morning he tracked me down at breakfast and asked me to play, again, and I told him no, I was never playing with him again.That’swhy I left the Toucan early—I didn’t want to deal with him on top of how much I was missingyou. I was checked out and heading home before ten that morning.”
The tingle was rapidly turning into a full-on earthquake as horror washed through Gavin. “What?”
The furrows in Porter’s brow deepened. “What?”
“You…youhaven’tbeen fucking Jayce?”
One good thing about ten years of friendship was that Gavin knew Porter had no poker face.
Absolutelynone.
The man’s brow was so furrowed now it looked like fifty acres of freshly-plowed field. “FuckJayce? JayceDugger?”
“Yeah.”
“You’rekidding, right?”
Ooooh, Gavin was starting to wish he was. “No,” he whispered, now feeling nearly sick.
Porter’s expression transformed to disgust. “I wouldn’t fuck Jayce Dugger while wearing a full HAZMAT suit and a borrowed strap-on wrapped in a Hefty bag. Are youcrazy? There’s not enough Lysol, bleach, and hand sanitizer in theworldfor me to even want toscenewith him again. I’mdamnsure not sticking my dick in the dude. I’veneverfucked him. I didn’t even touch his dick when we played that one time, and Idamnsure didn’t let him blow me.”
Oh…shit.
Except, Porter wasn’t done. He propped his hands on his hips, glanced around, dropped his voice even lower, and leaned in. “Had I known what a fricking douchebag the guy was, I wouldn’t have evenscenedwith him, friend of yours or not. You know me. I have a type, and Typhus Tommy isnotmy type. Why thehellwould you think I’d ever in my lifefuckthe dude?”
Gavin swallowed hard, the words now dried up in his throat and his lungs aching. It felt like the world was closing in on him.
I…fucked up. Big time.
He stared into Porter’s brown gaze, which, right now, looked like deep, dark chocolate shot through with wisps of interstellar dark matter.
“Well?” Porter demanded.
