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“He’s not so bad. Maybe you should give him a chance.”

Oliver rolls his eyes. “No thanks.”

His phone pings on the countertop beside us, and I recognize the icon on the notification. I’ve been on that app myself, but I always chickened out before getting close to meeting someone.

I point at the screen. “Hey! Is that… Are you…”

Oliver locks his phone quickly. “It’s nothing. Now how about that movie?”

I never thought Oliver would go on a dating app, let alone that kind of dating app. He’s always so uptight about sex, but maybe he’s loosened up a bit. Maybe the shenanigans Mason and I get up to have gotten him a little curious.

In any case, I’m relieved he’s not going to college, but it’s confusing, too; I thought he wanted to go. I won’t complain, though. Now we’re going to live in the same town, and even if we won’t hang out as much as we used to in high school, it won’t be as big of an adjustment.

Everything has worked out better than I ever could have imagined, and on top of that, Mason and I are going to live together and work together. I feel giddy when I think about the future now, and that’s not a feeling I’m used to.

After dinner, Mason calls me upstairs, and when I get there, he’s in the bathroom.

“What do you want?” I ask, closing the door behind me just in case. “We’re supposed to watch a movie, remember?”

“Yeah, sure. Just come here for a second.”

I trudge warily to the sink, and Mason turns me around and yanks my pants down along with my underwear.

I gasp. “Hey!”

He squeezes some lube into his hand and warms it up before he rubs it around my rim. Then something wet and blunt presses against my opening. Oh. My plug. He wants me to wear it now?

“But… Oliver will be there!” I hiss.

“I know. I’m just getting you nice and prepped for me so I can fuck you after the movie. Besides, it’ll be fun.”

I grip the sink as he pushes the silicone toy inside. “Oliver said we can’t sit next to each other.”

“Oliver says a lot of things.” He slides the toy all the way inside and makes sure the curved end nudges my prostate. “There.” With that, he pulls my underwear and pants up and gives my ass a little pat. “All ready.”

“Thanks,” I mutter.

“You’re welcome, puppy.”

I try not to walk weird as we make our way down to the living room, but it’s pretty hard with a butt plug stuffed in my ass.

For snacks, we’ve got popcorn, soda, and my favorite sour candy. The lights are out, and the movie is on, ready to press play. I sit slowly and discreetly next to Oliver. Mason plops himself down on the corner of the L-shaped couch, plucks me up from where I sit, and drops me into his lap as easy as that. I let out a surprised moan as the movement jostles my plug.

“Hey!” Oliver says. “I thought I told you not to sit next to each other.”

“You didn’t say we couldn’t sit on each other,” Mason says, sounding irrationally pleased with himself. He pulls a blanket over us even though it’s not very cold and nods toward the TV. “Well? I thought you wanted to watch the movie.”

“Yeah, but not when…” Oliver sighs. “Never mind.” He presses play and sets the remote down with more force than necessary.

About ten minutes pass before Mason starts getting handsy. At first, he just gently caresses my leg, but then his hand travels to the inside of my thigh. He’s left bite marks there, and they throb as he kneads them with his thumb.

I try my absolute best not to make a sound, and we’re lucky the movie’s on high volume, but fuck. This is not going to end well.

Mason is surprisingly well-behaved for the next few minutes, but then there’s a click somewhere behind me, and a faint buzzing comes to life between my legs.

My plug. Oh—oh no. It’s vibrating. I didn’t even know it could do that. Has he really waited for the right opportunity to show me how fucking… good that feels? Shit. Not now.

“What’s that sound?” Oliver asks suspiciously.