Okay, it wasn’tthatweird, but I hated it. I figured it best to open all the windows to air the place out after he left.
“Okay,” he said, “out with it.”
“Out with what?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
At first, I worried he meant my cock, which didn’t sound so crazy after our locker room incident. I couldn’t ask any more questions because I knew where that could lead.
I spotted potential for other benefits, though. I figured if I stood there and made him spell out what was on his mind, I could drive him crazy. That alone would bring me no shortage of satisfaction.
“Why did you kiss me?” he asked.
“I didn’t kiss you. Are you on drugs?”
When Zane’s chest heaved, I knew his descent into madness had begun, and I found nothing on earth more delightful.
“I’ve never taken a drug in my entire life, pal,” he said, “I’m also sane and rational, which is more than I can say for your behavior at the gym.”
“Revise history all you want, bub, but you kissed me, not the other way around.”
Now his chest didn’t just heave. His face reddened, too. Little by little, I would drive him to the brink. Bonus points if his head actually exploded.
“I’m not revising history,” he said.
“Yes, you are. You grabbed my wrist and pulled me in like this?—”
I acted out the motions for him, making the kissing part as sloppy and over-the-top as possible. Zane looked away, partly because he must’ve found it ridiculous, but also because he knew damn well it was true. I expected denial from him. Zane wasn’t exactly the picture of modesty.
“So what if I did?” he asked. “You drove me to it.”
“You admit that you’re the one who kissed me and not the other way around then?”
“Yeah, but… but you didn’t have to?—”
“Didn’t have to what?”
“You didn’t have to walk around in a towel like that.”
“As a matter of fact, I did have to walk around in a towel. It was a locker room shower, and I didn’t know you were going to be there. What did you want me to do?”
In truth, I knew his kissing me first afforded me only so much advantage. Yeah, he’d put his filthy, disgusting lips on mine, but I could’ve slugged him in return, right? And why not? I’d done it before.
But I couldn’t do that now. His lips weren’t really filthy and disgusting, and I knew that. They were very nice, actually. And I hated to think of messing up his handsome face again almost as much as those thoughts filled me with loathing.
“Look, we’re not getting anywhere with this,” he said. “Something happened, and I know I didn’t plan it.”
“I didn’t plan on it either, Smart Guy. And I can’t help it if I look like a Greek god.”
“Greek god, my ass. And I’ll tell you something else; you had an erection.”
“Um, you had an erection too, Zane. Miracle I could find something that small.”
Zane’s face brightened more. I wouldn’t say he’d reached tomato levels of redness, but he wasn’t a far cry from it.
Yeah, I had a boner all right, but I totally didn’t want one. It reminded me of the seventh grade, in which I would pop an involuntary hard-on every morning at school. Most of the time, I was seated at my desk, thank God for small favors. One day, I was called upon to speak before the class and needed to cover my raging erection with a textbook.
My locker room hard-on reminded me very much of that, only I couldn’t deny I’d had a reason for that one.
