Too much to process. Gay sex “Same. We talked about it, but… My front door suddenly felt like a locked vault. “Wife’s away for a few days so I was going to rest a bit.”We stood across from each other at opposite ends of the kitchen, mugs in hand. Thought it might be you. I stiffened a little, but he took my mug and put it on the counter, and put his hands on my shoulders.“Absolutely no pressure. I told her I was a Gemini, just to make her fuck off.”I smirked. Future me would be very grateful.That night, I went out with the lads I hadn’t caught up with in a couple of weeks. “And yet, you keep going back for seconds.”“I’m an optimist,” Rick said, slapping his chest. The house was quiet. “Good. And I wasn’t offering.Mark changed the subject. He looked over at me one more time.“Yeah, okay,” I said before I changed my mind, feeling the adrenaline surge through my body.We didn’t speak at first. “What about you, Miles? I just moved forward and took us both by surprise.He tasted like coffee and sweet.
