Chapter 4
Ryan
Weirdest night ever…and I couldn't even blame it on alcohol or bad decisions because I’d been fairly sober, and I wasn’t sure it had been a bad decision. That part was still up in the air. Scott had been quiet on the way back to the apartment, and even though I could almost hear the wheels turning in his brain, he hadn’t seemed willing to share.
When my phone signaled an incoming text, I almost ignored it. It was late enough it would either be an “I’m drunk come get me” text from a friend or drama from someone. Neither of which I wanted to deal with. I was pretty content staring up at the ceiling over my bed and trying to figure out what had happened…and what I’d agreed to.
Grabbing my phone blindly off the nightstand, I brought it up to my face and smiled when I saw the text. Dare. I couldn’t decide if he was being funny or just a bit controlling, but I liked it either way.
I have a feeling you’re still up trying to decide WTF happened.
Chuckling to myself, I nodded. Yeah, it’d been a hell of a night. With someone else I might have ignored it because my head was still going in circles and it felt like I would be admitting too much, but I had a feeling Dare would know either way. He seemed to be able to look right through a person.
I couldn't decide if it was creepy or not.
Not letting myself think about it too much, I responded back.
Yeah feels weird not bad though…you’ve just got my mind going.
Dare texted back quickly.
Did I give you too much to think about?
Not wanting him to worry, I responded right away.
No…I just never thought about…well…Scott and telling him stuff like that.
It was vague, but it was something, so I sent it anyway. Dare responded with a laughing emoji and the devil. Evidently, I was funny and he was evil?
Stuff like you think he’s hot but you like being dominated?
Oh hell. He really had no subtlety at all.
Eventually, it might be a good thing, but at that moment, it was frightening. I hadn’t responded to a question like that in years. Fuck it. I’d basically outed myself to Scott anyway even though he hadn’t said anything about it, so there was no reason to pretend now.
Yes…both…how did you know?
I didn’t have to wait long. His mind seemed to go so fast, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was a night person.
Something about the way you watched me and each other. I knew you were both attracted to me but neither of you made a move and I knew there had to be a reason.
Several big reasons, in fact. Had I always been that transparent or was he just good at reading people? Before I could decide if I would even ask, he texted again.
I get the feeling letting someone else take charge isn’t something you’ve had a lot of experience with.
Understatement of the year.
Yeah…with just one guy…once I came out everyone assumed that I was this dominant top because of football and my size…
Dare always seemed to take things one step further.
And telling someone you wanted an aggressive partner seemed really personal. Stereotypes are alive and well in the gay community, no matter how much we want to get away from them. No one would look at you and think sub no matter how clear it is when they actually listen to you.
It was?
I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of that, but after a minute, I realized that since just about everyone else ignored it, I wasn’t going to worry about it. I had enough on my mind without adding things to the list that weren’t important.
I think you’re just better at reading people than most people are.
