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“My brother?” Creek asked at the same time Nash muttered, “Fuck off, asshole.”
Oh, had he hit a nerve? Holy cannoli, Nash was blushing! I’d never seen that in all the years I’d known him. I wished I could remember if I’d met Creek’s brother. Something told me I had, but I couldn’t recall any of it. I’d have to look in my black book when I was back in my room.
Tameron seemed to sense he was treading on thin ice because he held up his hands. “I’ll back off now.”
“Can we get back on topic?” I asked after tapping Tameron’s shoulder again, willing to help Nash out by taking the attention off him. “I need an opinion on whether or not I’m handsome.”
Nash shot me a grateful look. “As the ‘resident gay guy,’ to quote Tameron, I can confirm that yes, you are. You’re not really my type, but you’re cute enough, and if you weren’t like an annoying little brother, I’d let you suck my cock.”
I almost choked on my own breath. Nash was usually not that forward, especially toward me, since he knew my background.But boy, did those words trigger a memory. I’d gotten a man off for the first time, and it had been amazing.
Funny how I couldn’t picture his face and had absolutely no clue of his name, no matter how hard I tried, but I had no trouble recalling how it had made me feel to bring him such pleasure. Man, I wanted to do it again, but I had no idea who he was or how to find him again. Kinda hard without a name.
When I looked up, Nash was studying me with a smirk, but he didn’t say anything.
Tameron, of course, had no such reservations. “Dude, he’s not even remotely interested in sucking your cock. The guy’s straight.”
Oh, now I understood. Nash had set me up to come out…if I wanted to. He’d given the assist, so to speak, and now all I had to do was score. And I wanted to. I wanted these men, who meant more to me than anyone ever had, to know the real me.
I took a deep breath. “I’m not, actually.”
Two heads sharply turned my way and a proud smile bloomed on Nash’s face.
“You’re not what?” Creek asked, frowning.
“Straight. I’m bisexual.”
Tameron grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him.“Say that again.”
I did.
Tameron’s mouth dropped open. “What. The. Fuck.”
Creek’s reaction, however, was hilarious. He looked almost panicked as he asked, “Did I do that? Did I make you bi?”
Nash damn near lost it, laughing so hard. His whole body shook and tears formed in his eyes. “It’s not contagious, you dipshit. What, you think that because you suddenly love dick, Bean would too?”
Creek laughed sheepishly. “Yeah? No? I dunno, man. I just thought… Fuck, I don’t know what I was thinking. But it’s notabout me anyway. Congrats on coming out, Bean. Happy dick-hunting.”
That, too, was Creek. He had such a big heart underneath that gruff exterior, but you had to dig to see it. “Thanks.”
“So now I’m the minority as a straight guy?” Tameron sighed dramatically. “What does that even say about me?”
“That you have great taste in friends?” I offered.
“That maybe you’re not as straight as you think?” Creek suggested, and Tameron flipped him the bird.
“Or maybe that our little group is an accurate reflection of society as a whole. My theory is that most people aren’t wholly straight. They’re just unwilling or able to test it, let alone admit it,” Nash said.
I scratched my chin. “You really think that?”
“Yeah, but like I said, most people aren’t willing to even consider that option. But if you ask me, queer is the default, and one hundred percent straight is the exception.”
Fascinating. I’d never looked at it that way. “I’ve known I was bi for a while, but I wasn’t ready to acknowledge it,” I said softly.
“Which makes total sense considering your background,” Nash said. “Everyone walks that path at their own pace, as they should. No one should ever be forced to come out before they’re ready and willing.”
“I’m happy for you, Bean,” Tameron said. “Does that mean you’ll be experimenting with guys now?”