Page 11 of Except You
“I can’t believe you thought I had an OnlyFans,” Beau says with a loud laugh followed up with a snort. It makes me chuckle in response, my arm sliding around his waist and pulling him a little closer to me in the process. He shudders slightly with a gust of wind, and I rub my hand on his side to help warm him.
“Well, I didn’t think you’d be working with washers and dryers,” I say.
“It’s just sales. And I told you that the other night, but you must have not been listening. It was so boring that it put you right to sleep.”
“Not my fault. Maybe you should do something more in line with who you are.”
Beau sighs and rests his head on my shoulder once more. “The way you speak words of wisdom into my life, Max. You should be a prophet.”
“Nah, I think that’s a bad idea. I think I’ll just keep doing my thing.”
“And what thing is that?”
“I dunno. Just trying to be a better person, I think.”
Beau peeks up at me, blinking. “You’re doing really well, Max. A year ago, would you have been walking with a gay man on a beach?”
“No.”
“Exactly. And here you are, being friends with me.”
“Is that what we are?” I ask.
“Sure seems like it. I left Geoff for you.”
“I think his name was Graham.”
“God, I don’t know his name. Just that it started with a G.”
I laugh, a low rumble pulled from my chest.
“You get around a lot?” I ask, and Beau waggles his eyebrows at me, his blue eyes sparkling.
“I mean, I’m no virgin, but I’m a bit picky. I don’t just take cock for cock’s sake.”
“What’s it like?” I ask, and Beau’s eyes widen, his face tilted up to mine. I feel like a tool asking this, but I’ve always been curious. “Doesn’t it hurt? It has to hurt.”
“You’ve never done anal?” he asks, and I feel my cheeks heat.
“I mean, no.”
“Not even with a woman?”
“No. That’s real gay.”
He snorts and nods his head. “I mean, I guess. So, I think it’s safe to say you’ve never slipped a finger up your butt while jacking off, or been given a blow job by a guy?”
“Fuck no.”
He laughs loudly and then rests his head on my shoulder once more, his fingers toying with my forearm. I don’t hate it as much as I should, having this man touch me like this. It’s comfortable, almost.
“Well, hm, okay, so I’m a bottom. That means I don’t usually top. Don’t really care to.” He looks up at me. “Do you know what that means?”
My cheeks are on fire. “Yeah.”
“Alright, well, I guess it can hurt if you’re not prepped right, like if they don’t use enough lube or they just barrel right in. But I really enjoy it when it’s done right. And my prostate is really sensitive.”
I blink, feeling my ass clench at the thought. I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, but I am too scared to ask.