“Harry,” he began, searching for the right words, “what exactly is going on with you and Max lately? Really. Gay sex “It’s not exactly that. “I’ve never felt more myself than when I was on all fours,” he admitted, his voice dropping to ensure privacy despite the low hum of conversation around them. it felt right. “I’ve never felt more myself than when I was on all fours,” he admitted, his voice dropping to ensure privacy despite the low hum of conversation around them. “I’ll see you Saturday.”Harry frowned slightly, confusion flickering across his perfect features. The bartender at The Chapel and my best friend. Neither of us is romantically or sexually attracted to men. Used however people wanted. This is me.” The absolute certainty in his voice left no room for argument.Thursday evening found Max at The Chapel, perched on a bar stool that seemed woefully inadequate for his magnificent proportions. Ethan took his card with that same knowing smirk that seemed permanently etched on his features. “Incredible, wasn’t it?” His voice carried undisguised enthusiasm, like someone discussing a particularly satisfying vacation.”Beyond incredible,” Harry agreed, his perfect features arranging themselves into an expression of serene satisfaction.
