There was no way to adjust my painfully trapped cock without it being noticeable, but with the way my zipper was digging into my dick it was necessary. I did it as discreetly as I could, but the way Dare smirked said he liked my reaction.
A lot.
Ryan finally found his voice, saving me from any comment Dare wanted to make. “Ours? I mean, we could order a pizza or something and find something to watch…or something like that…”
Yep, his brain was working about as well as mine.
Dare loved it. “Somethingsounds like fun.”
What something?
Fuck.
He was going to have me up all night thinking about it. Ryan cleared his throat and nodded, but the way he shifted in his seat said his dick was in the same situation mine was. “Good.”
“Was there anything you wanted to watch?” My brain immediately filled in dirty answers to that question, so the clarification popped out before I could even think about how it would sound. “I mean on TV.”
Dare’s wicked grin just widened before he shook his head slowly. “No, I’m open to a lot of things.” Then he let a second go by before continuing. “On TV.”
Ryan started snickering, so I elbowed him. “Like you’re doing any better, Mr. Or-Something.”
He blushed but took a bite of his dinner to keep from having to respond.
“No hitting, boys. If anyone gets to punish one of you, it’s me.”
Fuck.
Unwilling to turn and see what Ryan thought of Dare’s remark, because it had to sound weird to him, I went back to focusing on my dinner. Dare shook his head and smiled but let us go back to our food instead of teasing us.
It definitely wasn’t easy for him, so I appreciated it.
There was a little part of me that was frustrated he had to fight what obviously came naturally for him—and I wanted to be teased. Embarrassed probably wasn’t the right word, but when he looked at me like that and made some kind of remark about spanking me or what he wanted to do, it sent shivers down my spine.
The rest of dinner was quiet as we ate and then paid the bill. It could have been an argument, but Dare quickly agreed we would take turns since that was how Ryan and I had always done everything in the past.
I ignored Dare’s smirk and comment of, “Well, if that’s how you’ve always handled your dates in the past, it’s fine with me.”
As we started walking out of the restaurant, it was obvious what we were thinking about. I just wished I knew how Ryan felt about it. I had a good idea about the things going through Dare’s head and those just turned me on…but it was Ryan I wasn’t sure about.
We were inching toward a boundary that I’d never imagined crossing.