Page 33 of Wedge

He blinks at me owl-eyed for a moment, then, like a freaking light-bulb, he just knows. His mouth drops open, and he sits back in the booth.

“Wow,” he breathes. “Did not see that one coming.”

I huff. “Makes two of us.”

“Adrian, right? Just so we are clear?”

I grit my teeth. “Yeah.”

“And you want advice? From me. The most flaming gay boy you know.”

“Caleb,” I groan. “You said we were ’old friends’. Help me out, please?”

He leans forward and gives me a vicious hiss. “Stephen. Adrian is fragile. Don’t fuck him up just to try out cock.”

“Jesus, Caleb, I want to take care of him, not fuck him up,” I grind out.

“You need to do your experimenting elsewhere, Stephen,” he bites. “Go to the bathhouse and…”

“Done it.”

That stops him.

“You’ve been to the bathhouse.”

“Yes.”

“Used toys?”

Christ. It’s a one-man inquisition. “Yes, Caleb, I have used toys. I have tried several dildos, vibrators, a variety of prostate stimulators, a cock sleeve, a butt plug, a cock ring, and have gone to the damned bathhouse. I am not just experimenting.”

“Oh,” he sits back, mollified. Waves his hand in front of his face like a fan. “That’s hot.”

I bang my head on the table. Several times. Then glare up at him. “Adrian,” I grind out.

“He is… damaged, Stevie. Someone hurt that man.”

I nod. “Figured.”

“He can’t bottom, Stephen. If you think you’re the top, stop right now and go find some other boy to fuck.”

Ok, now we are getting somewhere. “Got it. What else?”

“Stephen, that means you are the bottom.”

“Caleb, I’m newly Bi. Not stupid. I’ll bottom.”

“Give me a minute, because that is so hot.” Then he fans himself.

I can’t help but laugh now.

“Bi? You sure?”

“Does the label matter? Aren’t people… fluid these days?”

He shrugs. “It helps to understand yourself and what you like and want. If you know going into it, it’d be easier to talk with him.”

“I’ve been with women. Plenty. Never been in love. Never found one I wanted to keep.” I turn the bottle in my hands. “Almost proposed once. Didn’t.”