Andy Stevenson vs. The Lord of the Loins by Kage Alan Page B

sweet and even-tempered with me at the party and then back here in my room, so what happened? What if he was one of those people with a violent sleeping disorder? While awake, he was mild-mannered Clark Kent and while asleep, he was ... Sean Penn. Maybe he was just schizophrenic, which made this my first menage a trois.
    I must have stared at the back of his head for a good ten minutes trying to figure out whether I should chance cuddling up to him or leave well enough alone before he rolled back over and opened his eyes again.
    "Good morning.” He grinned from ear to ear and rested his head on my chest.
    "Damien?” I asked, and Alan sat straight up in bed.
    "Who's Damien?” he demanded.
    "It was a joke.” I tried to calm him down. “I said good morning to you about ten minutes ago and you acted like someone getting up minus beer goggles. Figured I'd find out if you were The Omen or not."
    "Oh.” Alan looked embarrassed. “Even my family hates getting me up in the morning because I tend to react when I'm not awake.” He closed his eyes. “Look, I never brought this up last night because it seemed kind of embarrassing, but you're ... the first guy I've ever, well, shared a bed with."
    "I'm flattered.” I pulled him back down and gave him a hug. It seemed to be the thing to do to show support.
    Some time went by, and I got the feeling he was waiting for me to say something else.
    "What?"
    "Well,” he answered cautiously, “I'm just waiting to see if you realize that was your cue to tell me that I was your first, too."
    "Ah.” I laughed nervously. “Well..."
    "All right, how many men have you been with?” His tone grew accusatory.
    "Before last night or after?” I said it as a joke because I really didn't want to have this conversation.
    "I'm leaving.” Alan started to crawl out of bed.
    "That was meant as a joke."
    He turned and glared at me.
    "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I use humor to cover up my insecurities ... and I have a looooot of those.” I also procrastinated. “The first time I ever had sex with a guy was this past summer in California. He's my cousin,"
    Alan's face contorted ever so slightly, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
    "By marriage only!"
    His expression returned to normal.
    "There were feelings involved, but I had to come back home and we parted with an understanding that what had happened wasn't just some fling."
    "You slept with your cousin?” He stared at me. “Isn't that illegal in west Michigan?"
    I leaned over, picked up a picture of Jordan and I standing outside one of the restaurants we ate at and handed it to Alan.
    "Whoa. He's cute. Maybe I can understand."
    "Yeah, I thought you'd say something like that."
    "I was also remembering some of the events of last night and things Tristan was saying to you kind of made it sound like ... well...” He looked me in the eye. “Did you sleep with him?"
    "No!” I met his gaze. “Absolutely not.” I totally lied ... or did I? In essence, I really wasn't lying because there was no sleeping involved whatsoever. Besides, Alan looked totally relieved. “I never slept with him."
    "Wait a second.” His eyes narrowed. “Did you have sex with him?"
    "That wasn't the original question."
    "A simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed.” Alan started gather-ing his clothes up and putting them on.
    "I'm not like Tristan.” He didn't slow down. “I didn't have the good fortune of hearing any of the stories you did. If I had known what he was like, I never would have done anything with him.” I was getting desperate for him to believe me. “I told him that I didn't want a one-night stand, and he led me to believe he felt the same way.” Alan was putting his shoes on. “Didn't you hear anything I told him last night when I was yelling at him in front of everybody?"
    This got his attention.
    "I want a relationship. I want the real thing. You told me last night that you didn't want to be a notch in someone's bed post, and I could never do that