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“It’s one of my many handy traits,” he joked, then grew serious again. “So maybe we should find a different label. It may help you navigate this.”
“I’d like that.”
“How about friends with benefits? That gives us the leeway to spend time together and build a friendship while still enjoying the more…carnal sides of our relationship.”
Carnal. There was a word I hadn’t heard in a while. “If you want me to participate in said activities, you may wanna call it something else because that word isn’t doing it for me. Too many memories.”
“Oops. Right. Pleasurable? Enjoyable? Erotic? Sensual?”
He made me smile again. “There you go with the thesaurus act again.”
“You catch my drift. So what do you say? Friends with benefits?”
Friends with benefits. How very modern of me. “I love it.”
“You should make a list,” Nash said as we were having dinner and I told the others about my outing with Jarek. What I could remember of it anyway—though the friends-with-benefits thing had apparently made enough of an impression that I’d recalled it without checking my notes.
I quickly swallowed the ridiculously spicy curry Tameron had made. That was gonna hurt on its way out. “A list?”
“Of things you’d like to try with him. He’s your first and seems very open to teaching you, so why not take advantage of that and his experience and ask him to experiment some more with you?”
Oh, that was a great idea. We could already cross blowjobs off that list—though I wasn’t opposed to practicing some more. What else would be on there? “Any suggestions?”
“Frotting,” Creek said.
“Frotting?”
“Basically rubbing against each other until you come. It can be super hot, especially when you’re both still dressed.”
I had to give Creek props for keeping a neutral expression. “Coming in your pants is hot?”
Creek and Nash shared a look, and then both grinned. “Very,” Creek assured me. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
Frotting went on the list. “What else?”
“Anal,” Nash said. “Giving and receiving. It’s an obvious one, but having the right partner for your first time can make all the difference.”
My cheeks were probably bright red by now, but whatever. I’d get over it. I dutifully wrote it down.
“Snowballing.”
I looked at Creek. “What’s that?”
Creek cleared his throat. “This isn’t Sex Ed, dude. Fucking Google it.”
“I’d want to try various positions too,” Tameron said. “Never done it with a dude, obviously, but I know that with women, changing positions can make a big difference. You gotta hit that G-spot, you know?” Then he frowned. “Wait, do men have a G-spot?”
Nash snorted. “We sure do, my man. It’s called a P-spot though. Also known as your prostate.”
“You should try an anal orgasm,” Creek said. “And no, I’m not explaining. That’s why they invented the internet.”
Nash patted Creek’s shoulder. “I’m strangely proud of you…and if someone had told me a year ago we’d be having this conversation, I would’ve laughed them straight out of the room.”
Creek merely sighed. “You and me both. I can’t deny Heath makes me ridiculously happy.”
“Can we get back to the various positions?” Tameron said. “What options are there for two men? Same as with a woman?”
He seemed to be serious, and Nash picked up on that as well, so he actually answered him. “Mostly, yes, though the angle is a little different. It also depends on the flexibility and strength of all the partners.”