Page 20 of Seamus's Basement
“Red,” he said. “That’s hobbies.”
It took him a few moments to gather himself, but then he picked up the card. “What's your favorite hobby to do when you’re alone?”
DJ’s face lit up with a wicked grin. “I'm on red not yellow, right?”
Seamus flicked his gaze down. “Yellow is sex. This is a hobby question.”
“Well, I guess we’re bound to have some questions that fit multiple categories, but I’ll try to keep my answer completely in the red category’s lane.”
Seamus tried to understand what he meant but he wasn’t following.
“Hmm.” DJ pulled his lower lip into his mouth. “I don’t have a lot of downtime, and when I do, I try to catch up with my friends, but I guess I’ll say reading. I love it and I wish I could do it more.”
“I do too. I almost never watch TV.” Seamus raised his hand and moved it across the room. “Actually, I don’t even have a TV in here. If I really want to watch something, I do it on my laptop, but I’d almost always rather read.”
“Me too.” DJ picked up the die and held it out to him. “Your turn.”
Ignoring the die, he asked, “What was the other thing you were going to say?”
“What other thing?”
“Your first answer. You said the question fell into two categories.”
The mischievous grin was back. “Are you sure you want that other answer?”
He should probably say no, but he couldn’t restrain his curiosity. “Uh huh.”
“Alright, I’ll give you a bonus answer.” DJ looked straight into his eyes. “My favorite thing to do when I’m home alone is to play with my dildo.”
Seamus froze.
“I mostly use it in bed but it has a suction cup attachment so I can mount it to the wall in my shower too.”
That was the most intimate thing he had ever learned about another person. He would have felt bad about invading DJ’s privacy, but he didn’t look upset by the question, and besides, getting to know his husband on a personal level was the entire point of the game.
“You...” His voice cracked so he cleared his throat. “You like, uh, you like having it inside?”
“Oh yeah,” DJ rasped. “Honestly, I have a hard time getting off without something in my hole. I need it.”
“That’s, uh…” Seamus gulped. “That’s, uh, good to know.”
“Is it?” DJ arched his eyebrows.
They kept looking at each other, neither saying anything for many long seconds, until eventually DJ reached his hand out again. “Your turn.”
Seamus lifted his arm, and DJ pressed their hands together, dropping the die in his palm. It was a small, innocent touch, no different from a handshake, but for some reason, it caused Seamus’s breath to stutter and his heart to skip a beat.
Two hours later, the pizza was eaten and DJ looked exhausted.
“We should call it a night,” Seamus suggested.
“Yeah, you’re right.” DJ rubbed his eyes. “That game was actually fun. Thank your brother for me.”
“It was. We can play again later.” He wanted DJ to stay, but he didn’t know how to say that without offending him. “I have a spare room and bathroom with extra toiletries,” he blurted.
“I know.” DJ grinned. “You gave me a house tour months ago, remember?”
“Right. That’s not what I meant.” Having DJ stay over was a perfect first step toward convincing him that he should move in, but he was messing it up.
