“Will you?”
“Probably not.”
He laughed. “So, are you going to keep denying that this is going to happen again?”
“No,” I said as I fished a couple of beers out of my fridge and handed him one, sitting on the bed next to him and opening mine. “It’s just…weird.”
“I mean,” he said, and I smirked when he read the label on the beer and nodded his approval, “you’ve spent your entire life being straight, right?”
“Right.”
“With no feelings for another guy?”
“Nope.”
“Not even a little, not even a moment that you pushed away?”
“I said no.”
He eyed me for a minute, and then nodded. “Then it makes sense.”
“None of this makes any sense,” I said, watching him take a drink. “I’m too old to be having a sexuality crisis.”
“Doesn’t have to be a crisis if you don’t want it to be,” he said as he stared ahead thoughtfully. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal. I won’t make it into one.”
“I…am attracted to you,” I admitted and then glared at him. “No smart-ass comments?”
He smiled. “Go ahead, I’ll be good.”
“That’s it,” I said with a snort. “You’re hot to me. I don’t know why, but you are. And the sex was…great.”
“It was.”
“Was it?”
“For me?”
“Yeah.”
“It was,” he said with a snort. “What does it say that I’m not at all surprised that once you figured out fucking me at a certain angle would drive me crazy, you went for it?”
“I have to ask,” I said, ignoring his question and whatever implication came with it. “What’s with you liking it rough and when I take control?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Big, strong guy like you? Holding me down and fucking me to my breaking point? It’s hot. I also like tying big guys like you up and fucking myself on you until you’re ready to murder me, then watching when I finally let you come.”
“I’d kill you,” I said, even as my traitorous dick stirred to life.
“No, you’d come hard,” he said with a laugh, then shook his head. “I’m not in the business of forcing shit like that on people. I just like…I don’t know, I guess you could call it power dynamics.”
“Huh,” I said thoughtfully. “You, uh…aren’t going to stay, are you?”
He bumped me with his shoulder. “I’m not going to give anyone a reason to gossip. Plus, you’d strangle me in the non-sexy way if I stuck around too long.”
“Probably,” I admitted, confused when I felt a flash of disappointment. “I don’t know what to say now.”
“So don’t say anything,” he said, and I blinked when he leaned over, closing his eyes as he pressed his face against my shoulder with a contented sigh. “We’ll just sit here for a bit while I bask in my orgasm and drink this good beer. Maybe my legs will work by then.”
That…worked.