Page 33 of A Really Gay Book
I got anmmphin response, and I took it to mean,You are more important than silly fights and supervillain stuff, and you smell amazing.
He was right on both counts, so I didn’t argue.
“Baz is so much better at this part than you two are. I’ll just do it myself,” Vix said, finally pulling himself out of the borderline slap fight he was having with his seatmate.
Vale muttered just loud enough for me to hear him say, “Only because you two rehearse your conversations like massive dorks.”
“So, my very important invention, which will help Gareth with that pending aneurysm we’re all attempting not to give him as an early birthday present, was working wonderfully until I realized I couldn’t figure out how to get everyone back out again.
“It’s great at safely storing people inside, but the release mechanism I installed doesn’t seem to be working. Baz and I managed to get it to work last time, but neither of us could figure out how we did it. We were in a bit of a rush at the time, after all.”
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Because I hadn’t worked out all the kinks yet. When it gets full, it starts to overheat, and when that happens sometimes it has a tendency to explode. When we were working on it earlier, Baz got sucked inside and took the number of people inside from nearly full to all the way full. If we don’t get everyone out soon, Baz and everyone inside will explode, or implode, or something equally terrible.”
“Number of people?” I asked. “You’ve been experimenting on live human beings?”
“How else am I going to get real results if I don’t test it properly?”
“Vix… are you saying you’ve exploded real, living people before?” I needed full disclosure on that point if I was going to decide whether Adam and I would stay in this house.
Vix was suddenly overly interested in a loose thread on Vale’s shirt and began to fiddle with it. I didn’t think he planned on answering me any time this decade.
He had definitely exploded people.
“Okay, so you are all totally supervillains. Except maybe Gareth.” I hadn’t heard him say or do anything that made me think he was a bad guy, but he still freaked me out. I just didn’t know why.
“You clearly haven’t touched Gareth’s bottom line if you think that,” Vale said with a disturbing smile.
This reinforced the ping in my gut that I kept getting every time I was in the same room with Gareth. What was I getting myself into here?
Oh, right. This was a good place for Adam. He seemed safe and happy here, but was I ready to embrace a full collapse of all of my morals?
I took in Gareth, who had somehow managed to take up even more of the couch during our conversation, showcasing his massive thighs. I wondered if someone touching his bottom line had ever involved him crushing a person’s head with those things. I’d seen a video of a guy with much smaller thighs destroy a watermelon with them. Gareth could probably do two at once.
I waited for the thought to wake up my brand-new kink, but nothing happened. Then I imagined Adam being the watermelon crusher instead, and look at that.
Instant tent pole.
Apparently, my dick was only interested in having Adam destroy me. I was oddly comforted by this.
It was nice to have a one-man dick.
Adam was warmly and happily being Adam while wrapped around me, and it was making my entire body feel like it was glowing.
I didn’t know who I’d been trying to fool with the whole morals issue. I’d let the world burn for Adam. Besides, with me in the mix, I could lower the collateral damage significantly. That was definitely good guy stuff.
I could be like Gareth. Only maybe without the underlying aura offear mehe projected.
I was in.
“This is simple,” I said, wiggling my ass against Adam’s arm. He’d been holding me up for quite a while but was showing zero signs of getting tired.
“Really? So, Vix, who is easily the smartest person on the east coast, has been beating his head against this problem for months, but Adam’s trophy husband is just going to waltz in here and fix it?” Vale’s lip curled in a sneer.
“Yes, I am. And thank you for noticing how pretty I am. Your compliment gives you one free pass from retaliation for assuming I’m useless.” I am such a nice fucking person. Everyone says so. “Vix, you said you were close to figuring it out, and you’d stumbled on how to set people free the one time you managed it, right?”
“Yes, but—”
