Page 43 of The Guy Next Door
He takes another bite of salad, then asks, “Have you been with girls?”
“No. Never. I pretty much knew when I was younger that I liked guys. But I’m guessing that’s not true for you.”
“First crush I had in school was a girl, and it was like, painful. Didn’t know what to do with my feelings, they were so intense. Really, it’s a very new thing for me.”
Why do I love that as much as hearing that I got to be the first to play with his virgin hole?
“So I’m basically responsible for making you bi-curious?”
That catches his attention. “You like knowing that?”
“Yeah. Strokes my ego,” I say before taking another bite.
“Well, maybe when my parents come home, we can try something like that again, but at your place because we won’t be able to get away with that here.”
I’m staring at him again, and he notices. “That’d be nice,” I say. “I have plenty of other things I’d be happy to show your hole.”
He’s practically glowing as he chews some of his salad, and given we came not ten minutes ago, I’m shocked at how hard I am again.
“Also makes my job watching you that much easier.” I figure I might as well put it out there, since he must be thinking it.
“You are a strange one, Zane.” The way he says it, with that smile across his face, I can tell he fucking loves it.
After we finish our salads, I offer to get my own plate, but he insists, so I let him serve me again. His meatballs are as good as everything else he’s made me so far, and I practically lap up the meal like I did his cum. And when we’re finished with dinner, he pulls out a tiramisu from the fridge. Not even that hungry after everything we’ve eaten, but I don’t want him to think for a second that I don’t appreciate this, so I don’t leave a trace of it on my plate.
“That was all…incredible,” I tell him, licking my spoon.
“Thank you. Was the tiramisu over the top? I considered something simple, like cookies.”
“You already know I love your cookies, but this tiramisu was pretty spectacular.”
“I love a compliment, so thank you.”
“Is that a way of fishing for more compliments about your glorious hole?”
“I mean, it wasn’t, but I’ll accept that too.”
I laugh. “This has been nice.”
“To get a break from watching me for a change?”
“Maybe finding a new way to watch you.”
But there’s something else on my mind, a burning question I can’t shake. “Speaking of watching you, you haven’t posted on social media in a while. Used to put a lot up about the culinary program you were in, and on Insta you’d have the dishes up. You were clearly very proud.”
“Yeah…”
“Did that stop after things started going downhill?”
He nods.
For the first time since we messed around, his expression turns serious. And just like that, I sucked all the fun out of the room. It wasn’t my intention, but I want to know him…really know him, the good and the bad.
“Yeah. That was before…” He hesitates. “The psych unit.”
“But you still love cooking. Obviously.”
“Yeah. Even when I was at Georgia State, I was making stuff. I’d get through with classes and then I’d hit the gym, then the grocery store, and head back to the dorms to get to work. I shared a dorm apartment with three guys, and they had plenty of friends. They’d chip in to cover the food, and it kept me busy, but I was happy doing that. Then…it got rough, and before I knew it, I was struggling to get out of bed. Nothing felt exciting anymore, especially not that. Really hard to know that the one thing I could always count on just…felt empty.”