feeling warm and fuzzy inside until suddenly
the raw bite of jealousy chilled him. Which only confused him more. Why would
it bug him to meet the guy Ty was dating?
Because guy relationships were different than guy-girl
relationships. A man wouldn’t let his girlfriend get between his guy
friendships. They didn’t have the same interests. That was kind of the point.
But a guy-guy relationship? They’d be like best friends spending all their time
together and fucking. It didn’t seem fair. Meeting Ty’s boyfriend would
be like introducing a new best friend into their dynamic and frankly, Donovan
didn’t want to share his best friend with another guy.
Maybe Ty was on the fence. Maybe he only dated guys to see
what it was like. Ty was an open-minded sort. That could be what was going on
here, Donovan decided.
“Do you get intimate with them?” Donovan tested. After touching
on the kissing issue, this was the next thing that sprang to mind. Especially
if Ty wasn’t sure he was gay.
“Wow. Don’t hold back or anything,” Ty said on a snort. “I
wouldn’t want you to feel embarrassed to ask anything that might be personal.”
Donovan ignored his sarcasm. “I’m serious. Do you screw
dudes, blow them or just rub up on them?”
Ty’s eyes widened and he shot a hurried glance around the
small coffee shop. “Keep it down, would ya?”
“Sorry.” Donovan glanced too. Aside from the smirking barista,
it didn’t appear that they’d been heard. “It’s just I’ve never pictured you
that way before.”
“You’re picturing me? Doing all those things?” Ty laughed
loudly. “Dude, maybe you’re the gay one in this relationship.”
Donovan’s face heated from neck to hair roots. His ears
roared. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d blushed and that made quelling
it all the more challenging. And it kept Ty laughing at him.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure,” Ty teased. “You just want to know what you’ve been
missing all these years.”
“I meant that I had no idea you were gay. So the thought of
you going down on some guy is kind of a mind-bender.”
Ty took a final drink of his hot tea and pushed the empty
cup aside. “Yes, I screw them. Yes, I blow them and yes, I rub up on them. I do
a lot of other stuff too.”
“You’ve never hit on me,” Donovan noted. Had that sounded
indignant?
“You aren’t my type.”
“How can I not be your type? I have a cock.”
Ty’s brows lifted. “Seriously. You ought to check that
jealousy streak. It takes more than the right parts to get me going.”
“Well, you can’t be looking for personality because we’re
also best friends. If anyone is going to click, it would be me,” Donovan
continued thoughtfully. “Who’s your type?”
Ty shrugged. “I don’t know exactly. I just know it isn’t
you, so relax.”
“I’m relaxed.” Totally relaxed. Completely not jealous and
firmly relaxed. Or flaccidly relaxed. Whatever.
“Fine, you’re relaxed. Are we cool?” Ty asked, slouching
artfully against the back of the booth bench.
How could they not be? Being gay wasn’t something you held
over someone’s head like a missed bill payment. You couldn’t be mad that your
best friend preferred dudes to chicks. It didn’t change anything. There was
nothing to get pissy about, but goddamn he should’ve known.
“We’re cool. You’re gay, so I’m naturally cooler,” Donovan
joked.
“No way, man. I have the minority, gay rights, politically
correct agenda on my side.”
“And I’m the last minority on the planet as a straight,
single white guy,” Donovan argued.
Ty grinned. “It’s a good thing you’re straight. I’m way out
of your league. I’d hate to have to reject your unwanted advances on my
luscious person.”
Donovan groaned. “God, you’re egotistical.”
“It’s only egotistical when it isn’t true. I dare you to say
it isn’t.”
Donovan gave his friend and business partner a critical
the raw bite of jealousy chilled him. Which only confused him more. Why would
it bug him to meet the guy Ty was dating?
Because guy relationships were different than guy-girl
relationships. A man wouldn’t let his girlfriend get between his guy
friendships. They didn’t have the same interests. That was kind of the point.
But a guy-guy relationship? They’d be like best friends spending all their time
together and fucking. It didn’t seem fair. Meeting Ty’s boyfriend would
be like introducing a new best friend into their dynamic and frankly, Donovan
didn’t want to share his best friend with another guy.
Maybe Ty was on the fence. Maybe he only dated guys to see
what it was like. Ty was an open-minded sort. That could be what was going on
here, Donovan decided.
“Do you get intimate with them?” Donovan tested. After touching
on the kissing issue, this was the next thing that sprang to mind. Especially
if Ty wasn’t sure he was gay.
“Wow. Don’t hold back or anything,” Ty said on a snort. “I
wouldn’t want you to feel embarrassed to ask anything that might be personal.”
Donovan ignored his sarcasm. “I’m serious. Do you screw
dudes, blow them or just rub up on them?”
Ty’s eyes widened and he shot a hurried glance around the
small coffee shop. “Keep it down, would ya?”
“Sorry.” Donovan glanced too. Aside from the smirking barista,
it didn’t appear that they’d been heard. “It’s just I’ve never pictured you
that way before.”
“You’re picturing me? Doing all those things?” Ty laughed
loudly. “Dude, maybe you’re the gay one in this relationship.”
Donovan’s face heated from neck to hair roots. His ears
roared. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d blushed and that made quelling
it all the more challenging. And it kept Ty laughing at him.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure,” Ty teased. “You just want to know what you’ve been
missing all these years.”
“I meant that I had no idea you were gay. So the thought of
you going down on some guy is kind of a mind-bender.”
Ty took a final drink of his hot tea and pushed the empty
cup aside. “Yes, I screw them. Yes, I blow them and yes, I rub up on them. I do
a lot of other stuff too.”
“You’ve never hit on me,” Donovan noted. Had that sounded
indignant?
“You aren’t my type.”
“How can I not be your type? I have a cock.”
Ty’s brows lifted. “Seriously. You ought to check that
jealousy streak. It takes more than the right parts to get me going.”
“Well, you can’t be looking for personality because we’re
also best friends. If anyone is going to click, it would be me,” Donovan
continued thoughtfully. “Who’s your type?”
Ty shrugged. “I don’t know exactly. I just know it isn’t
you, so relax.”
“I’m relaxed.” Totally relaxed. Completely not jealous and
firmly relaxed. Or flaccidly relaxed. Whatever.
“Fine, you’re relaxed. Are we cool?” Ty asked, slouching
artfully against the back of the booth bench.
How could they not be? Being gay wasn’t something you held
over someone’s head like a missed bill payment. You couldn’t be mad that your
best friend preferred dudes to chicks. It didn’t change anything. There was
nothing to get pissy about, but goddamn he should’ve known.
“We’re cool. You’re gay, so I’m naturally cooler,” Donovan
joked.
“No way, man. I have the minority, gay rights, politically
correct agenda on my side.”
“And I’m the last minority on the planet as a straight,
single white guy,” Donovan argued.
Ty grinned. “It’s a good thing you’re straight. I’m way out
of your league. I’d hate to have to reject your unwanted advances on my
luscious person.”
Donovan groaned. “God, you’re egotistical.”
“It’s only egotistical when it isn’t true. I dare you to say
it isn’t.”
Donovan gave his friend and business partner a critical
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