Huh. He doesn’t look surprised nor make fun of me. So I retell my entire story with Mel from the first time he flirted with me to the night I picked him up from the shelter all beaten up.
“It was just a thank-you kiss. And he was under the influence of the painkillers. But I-I can’t get it out of my head.” I jump up and rounding the chair, I walk to the small window that faces the back alley.
“Mmm.” That’s all my brother says. A hum. A fucking hum!
“I’m so confused by my own thoughts. I feel like I’m turning into a different person.”
“Like a demon possession.” He smirks at me.“A demon who likes…dicks?”
Do I?I feel myself fucking blushing. “If you aren’t going to help me…”
“It’s just that I’ve never seen you like this. All hot and bothered. Not even when Vanessa the bitch left you.” Scott hated my ex. He told me from day one that she was a phony, entitled, spoiled bitch. And he was right.
“He’s been hitting on me non-stop for weeks, in a shameless way. I mostly ignored him, but he kept going, and only when he stopped did I realize how much I…” A long sigh leaves my lips, and I’m trying so hard to gather my scattered thoughts.
“You…?” My brother pushes me to continue.
“I like it,” I choke out.
“The flirting or him?”
“That’s the thing.” I turn to look at him. “I thought I missed the attention because I’m an egotistical prick.”
“Oh, that you are, Russel.”
“Fuck you very much. But then we talked and he kissed me. And I didn’t push him away.”
“Did you like it?” Scott openly asks me.
“I-I didn’t hate it.”
“Let me be crude here.”
“Like you need permission to be yourself,” I half-joke.
He keeps talking, pretending I didn’t say anything. “Do you get half-hard thinking about the kiss? When you beat off do you think about him? Do you want to kiss him again? Even do more?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck yes!” I hiss, turning toward the window again to hide the half-chub in my pants.
“Is it only with him or do you get hard thinking about other men?”
“I watchedsomegay porn.”
“Way to go, bro!” Scott raises a hand expecting a high five.
I make a disgusted face at him. “Don’t you know me at all?”
“From what you’re saying, you don’t either,” he smiles evilly. Why the damn hell did I think coming to him was a good idea?
“So did you like it? Two men getting sweaty and working?”
“Some videos were…hot. But I can’t imagine myself fucking someone. Even less being fucked.”
“A lot of men don’t like penetrative sex.” He shrugs.
“But if I imagine Mel under me…” A shiver runs down my back and my undersexed brain takes me on a wonderful ride for a few minutes.
I’m so distracted that I almost don’t hear Scott’s next words. “Fuck, you really like him.” He has a small, irritating smile curling his lips.
