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Chapter 3

Scott

I’d never pictured Ryan’s hand as being so soft. As Dare held our hands together, it was hard to think. Heat radiated from Ryan, and the way his fingers absently rubbed against mine had me feeling like the biggest game of the season was about to start.

But there wasn’t an opponent to win against, it was just Ryan and Dare holding me tight.

Ryan and I had slammed into each other in practice countless times over the years, and I’d seen him naked while he was changing and showering almost as much. But I couldn’t remember him ever taking my hand like they were holding it now.

They.

Dare didn’t just want Ryan or me…he wanted us both.

I’d admit, I’d been a bit slow on the uptake with it, but the only people who’d ever hinted at something like that had been drunk girls at a frat party one time. Theonlyfrat party I’d gone to, actually. I’d been raised to respect women and the word no, but I wasn’t sure they’d gotten the same lecture, because they’d backed me into a corner and were feeling up my chest when Ryan had stepped in to rescue me.

It’d been embarrassing at the time, but he’d understood that I hadn’t been sure what to do, and he’d never made me feel bad about it. Ryan had tried to get me to go back to more parties after that, but it’d been too much. Even though I’d been out at the time, I guess I’d just looked too straight because women were the only ones who ever approached me.

It’d gotten better once Ryan started dragging me to clubs and gay bars away from campus, but we’d never been approached like this before. Ryan had teased that we looked like an old married couple most of the time, but I hadn’t minded.

Having him around kept the more aggressive or creepy people at bay, and it gave me a chance to figure out if I wanted to get to know someone…and how to approach them. Because it was always me that was supposed to do that, no matter how much I didn’t want to be the aggressor.

Dare seemed to be able to see past all that…just like Ian had.

But Dare wouldn’t be content to just fool around with the kind-of-closeted guy. No, he seemed to be the type who went for what he wanted, and that was evidently both of us.

Both.

I snuck a peek at Ryan. He had the same do-I-want-this look that I suspected was on my face. Was it just the idea of doing something with me there? I wasn’t so naïve that I didn’t understand what Dare was talking about, but was that the only thing that was worrying Ryan?

He’d always been carefully shoved in the friend box for me. It wasn’t because I’d been oblivious that he was hot, but with being a friend and spending so much time together in football, he’d just gotten put there. It’d made it easier.

And once I’d figured out who I was and what I liked, he’d needed to stay there. Explaining things like that to him then would have been impossible. But was I ready to do it now? If I agreed to whatever Dare wanted…and I still wasn’t sure if that was just sex or something more…Ryan would end up finding out.

Dare’s fingers kept rubbing against ours.

Ours.

It was like I’d fallen into another dimension. Dare’s next question made it seem more real, however. “Have you ever thought about going on a date with each other? I don’t want this just to be about sex.”

Fuck.

I didn’t look at Ryan, but from the way Dare smiled I thought his mouth probably dropped open too. Answering the question was too hard, but it gave me the opportunity to ask one myself, so I forced the words out. “You want to date us?”

So, he’d kind of already said it, but I wanted to make sure I understood what was on the table. As I sorted through my emotions, I realized that a one-night stand wouldn’t be enough to get me to basically out myself to Ryan. But a real relationship…

Dare’s nod and smile had me panicked and excited at the same time. Fuck. Now what?

“Like go out to dinner before we have sex and get to know each other dating?” Ryan didn’t sound any smarter than me at the moment, but Dare didn’t seem to mind.

His quiet laughter curling around me made my cock harden again. “Yes, dinner and talking then sex kind of dating.”

“Oh.” Ryan’s short response had me looking over to him.

What was he thinking?

Nothing, from the startled look on his face.

Dare had an indulgent smile on his face as he looked at me, probably giving Ryan a chance to wrap his head around everything. “What do you think, handsome?”