Okay, I was a moron.
Scott’s face broke out in a wide grin and heactually giggled. “I’m glad you’re not a vampire. That would make sex weird.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Youknow what I meant.”
I heard his funny laugh and felt his armswrap around me. “Yes, I do, and I like how you taste too. But not likevampires.”
God, he would never let me forget thismoment. We were going to end up being old men in a nursing home with himteasing me about not being a vampire.See, Ryan, no teeth, so I can’t be avampire.
At least Dare hadn’t been there to see mycomplete inability to flirt.
Scott was still chuckling as he relaxed hisarms. I was expecting him to move away, but instead, he curled into me andsighed. Wanting to keep him there, I pulled him down onto me as I stretched outalong the couch. It was slightly awkward, but I liked the weight of his bodyagainst mine.
It was still early for a Friday night, soneither of us should’ve been tired. But as we relaxed, and I heard Scott yawn,I knew that the stress of the week was catching up with us. Before I coulddecide what to say next, I heard Scott’s stomach rumble. I chuckled. “I knewyou should’ve had more dinner.”
“But it wasn’t very good.” Scott hadbrought home Chinese from a new place that had opened near his work, and he wasright, it’d been bad.
I had a feeling we’d both hoped that Darewould come over for the evening, but it turned out that he had to work late. He’dsaid he would make it up to us on Saturday, though. We’d both shivered at thepromise in his voice when he’d given us lingering kisses before leaving theother night. We’d both been so tired after he’d left that there’d been noawkwardness, but I wasn’t sure how to get back to the same place with Scott.Not necessarily the sex but the closeness I’d felt as we’d all cuddled in bed.
I gave Scott a hug and then relaxed my holdon him. “I’ll grab you some ice cream. What do you think?”
He made a low hum of pleasure and nodded,but then he sighed as he sat up. Was he reluctant to move away from me? Was hetired or was he just feeling old and lazy and didn’t want to move? I wasn’tsure.
As I stood and headed into the kitchen, Ihoped I hadn’t just killed the mood. Would he scoot closer when I came back in,or would we go back to sitting separately on the couch? We were dating, notjust friends any longer, so it shouldn’t have been this hard to figure out.
As I moved around the kitchen getting theice cream ready, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Texting Dare felt a littlebit like cheating on a test, but I wasn’t sure what to do, and he always knewthe answers—especially now that we were all on the same page with what wewanted.
Do you think Scott would think it wasweird if I asked him to sleep with me tonight? Not like sex but you know cuddle.
I was really going to have to work on myeloquence. I had a feeling he’d figure out what I was trying to say, however.
As I finished dishing the ice cream, myphone vibrated. I had to smile at his response.
I’m not sure if I should tell you thisor not, but I just got a very similar text message from Scott so I think you’reboth on the same page. I also think you’re both crazy. But sweet and hot so I’mwilling to put up with crazy.
I heard a chuckle coming from the livingroom, and I had a feeling Dare had sent an identical message to Scott. I shookmy head as I replied.
I don’t know whether to thank you orfeel stupid so I’m just going to remind you that you owe us tomorrow.
Dare sent back a devil emoji that had mecurious about what he was thinking. Before I could decide if I was going to askhim or not, another text came in.
Got to head back to work. Neither of youare allowed to orgasm, but have fun. Oh, and no pajamas tonight. I want toimagine my two boys naked.
I couldn’t decide if I was more embarrassedor turned on as I shoved my phone back in my pocket and picked up the ice creambowls. My cock didn’t seem to mind either emotion, so it was clearly erect as Iwalked back into the living room, wishing I’d worn thicker pants.
Scott gave me a bashful but heated smilebefore he quickly focused back on the television. It seemed like we were bothin the same turned on but slightly embarrassed stage. Dare had said we wereboth on the same page, so I had to trust he knew what he was talking about.
As I sat down on the couch next to Scott, Ihanded him his bowl and set my phone down on the coffee table. If he wastexting Dare about us sleeping together, there was no reason for me tosecond-guess myself, so I curled up against him.
I held my breath for a long moment as Scottstiffened before he relaxed into me. Once the initial awkwardness had passed,the only way I could describe how it felt was perfectly natural. It just feltright to touch him and hold him.
Did it feel the same way for him?
We ate in silence for the first fewminutes, both pretending to watch the television. Scott finally peeked over atme before glancing back at his phone on the table beside mine. “I texted Dare.”
“I heard.” With that admission out of theway, my words seemed to flow easier. “He had instructions.”
Scott grinned. “Yep.”
