Devon did not want to hear more about his sister’s sex life. He’d only been eavesdropping to hear what Carl was saying about him, and this was way more information than he needed or wanted.
He started to open the door and—
“I think I’m a switch, because it was good both ways.”
Fine, Devon would listen a little longer then.
“But when he’s inside me, I think there’s nothing better.Butwhen I was inside him, I thought the same thing, you know? Nothing better than this.Nothing.Ugh, fine, fine, no more sex talk. What are you guys up to this weekend? Ah, board games. Exciting.” He laughed. “No, no, I’m sorry. You can’t get deflowered by the sexy guy you’ve crushed on for yearseveryweekend, I guess. It’s true. I’m sure there are plenty of board games in my future. In L.A. with your hot brother. Loser gets to top.”
“Stop talking to my sister,” Devon said, swinging the door open.
Carl jumped and squeaked, a noise Devon had never imagined him making.
Devon laughed and took the phone out of his hands as Carl stared on in surprise. “He’s fine. I’m taking good care of him. Don’t call again.”
“He called me!” Hope exclaimed.
“Well, don’t answer again. I have things to do to him. Things you don’t want to know about.”
Hope gagged. “You’re gross.”
“You planned this with him.”
“I know but…ugh. Bye. Have fun.” She gagged again. “Or don’t. Just be good to him.”
“Wild that you don’t worry if he’ll be good to me.”
“He wants you to move in with him. He’s moony-eyed and insane now. You’ve ruined him. From what I can tell, you’re the same as ever.”
“Except for the part where I’m not,” he said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Never mind. Nothing.”
Devon ended the call before he could do something stupid like admit to her that he was truly considering Carl’s suggestion of going to L.A. for a semester at least. The road trip across the country alone was a selling point. He’d always wanted to see New Orleans, and Roswell, and the Grand Canyon. He’d always wanted to drive Highway1 along the coast. Something told him Carl would be open to all of that.
And open to his dick in every single motel room they crashed in.
He wanted it. He wanted that so bad.
“C’mon,” he said, handing his phone back to him. “Let’s eat. And do some research.”
“What kind of research?” Carl asked as he followed him down the stairs.
“Into roadside attractions on the way to California.”
“Really?”
Devon smirked at the surprise and excitement in Carl’s voice. “What? You didn’t think you’d fucked me good enough to convince me to go?”
Carl drew up his usual seat at the kitchen counter. Devon threw open the cupboards and retrieved PB&J and bread. Hope’s pot roast was ridiculous.
“That’s not the only reason, though, right?” Carl asked. “I mean, I’m so into sex with you, don’t get me wrong, and even if that’s the only reason you’re thinking about—”
“Carl?”
“Yeah?”
