Page 42 of Dickathlon

“Hangin’ out. Getting to know each other.”

“So, first you get my cum, and then you ask about my childhood? I’m not sure that’s how this works.”

“Well, that’s exactly how it works, and I’m the boss.”

“Eh, I guess I can work with that.” I stepped into my flip-flops.

He shoved me out the door in front of him.

We headed down the beach towards the boardwalk. He asked about my family, and I asked about his. He talked about Freddie and I talked about Quinn. I may have hyper focused on Freddie.

“He’s not secretly in love with you, is he? I mean, look at the facts. He pretended to be your boyfriend - still is, in fact! He finagled his way into living with you-”

“Who says ‘finagled’?”

I ignored him. “And you go on vacations with him, staying in a private room. He’s totally in love with you.”

“One gay orgasm and you’re the gay expert, huh?” Declan playfully shoved me.

I could’ve sworn his hand left a burning imprint on my skin. “Bi orgasm if we’re being truthful, and you didn’t response to my accusation.” I shoved him back.

“What is this? Clue? Freddie’s straight. He said so himself.”

“I was straight at one point. Until I wasn’t.”

Declan mentioned the heat, then took his shirt off, stuffing it into the waistband of his shorts. He didn’t need to say much to convince me to head down to the water. With our feet cooling off, the conversation continued.

“Let’s talk about that some more. Did you start questioning yourself when you saw my bulge at the pool, or was it before that?”

“Whatever. Just remember, I’ve got my eye on Freddie.” I turned away, trying to hide my smile. I had never imagined being near Declan would feel like this.

“So, I should be worried about Quinn then, right? If my friend’s secretly in love with me - a friend, let me point out, I’ve known for less than a year - then your lifelong friend surely must be in love with you.”

Touché.

“Okay, okay.” I turned back to him. “I get it. I’ll put my jealousy away now.” I was thinking what it would be like to kiss him in public, when he surprised me.

“Good boy.” He ruffled my hair and fuck, that was hotter than it should’ve been. “Should you text your brother at some point? Won’t he be worried about you?”

“I can. I don’t usually see them until dinner time.” I hoped my hands were doing a sufficient job of covering my dick. I was out in the open, I couldn’t adjust it without being obvious.

“Well, I was hoping we could have dinner together. And if you wanted to stay the night, I’d like that too.”

“I’ll text him.”

Shit, that was probably too eager.

Tyler: Met someone. Don’t ask. I’ll miss dinner and I won’t be coming home tonight.

Pierce: Someone, huh? I won’t ask, but be safe, little bro. And if he hurts you, tell him we’ll kick his ass.

“My brother and his friends will kick your ass if you hurt me.”

“You told him about me already?”

“He figured out I was with a guy when I said I met someone. I told them I was bi this past Christmas. I had an awkward sleepover moment with a friend.”

“So, I definitely don’t need to worry about Quinn. I need to worry about Sleepover Guy. What’s his name? What happened?”