Chapter 18
“You aren’t still hung up on your neighbor, are you?”
“Drake?” He said it like he had any other neighbor he talked constantly about. And well, yeah, he was, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to admit it to Geoff. Not now, anyway.
“Didn’t you tell me he wasn’t interested?”
“I guess that depends on what you mean by interested.”
“Didn’t want to have sex with you.”
Jay felt himself blush. “Well, see, that depends on your definition of sex, I guess.”
Geoff frowned. “What?”
“Yesterday we had sex.”
“Oh, my God!”
“Shush. I don’t want Tammy to hear.” But Jay supposed Geoff would tell Tammy everything anyway. If he had a boyfriend he was as close to as Geoff was to Tammy, Jay would be the same. “A-anyway, not like full-on screwing sex.”
“Then what?”
Jay bit his lip and ducked his head. When would he learn to keep his damn mouth shut? “Well, um, he used his hand on both of us.”
Now Geoff turned red. “Sorry I asked.”
He smiled. “I thought you said I didn’t squick you out.”
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t, but you’re still like my brother and I don’t really want all the details. Just, wow, I thought you didn’t think he was in to you.”
“He doesn’t want a relationship with me,” Jay admitted. “I guess maybe I was rebound sex or something. Long story, but he has this asshole ex-boyfriend who isn’t always an ex. Drake said he was through with the guy for good.”
Geoff nodded. “All right, so what happened with Bobby?”
Jay sighed. “My date with Bobby was supposed to happen when Drake showed up. In fact, we’d just, well, and then Bobby knocked on the door.”
“Sounds like a soap opera moment.”
He laughed “Yeah, maybe. But the whole thing was really awkward. I doubt I’ll hear from Bobby again and I don’t even really want to, I think.”
“And Drake?”
“There is no Drake. Anyway, I’m thinking about changing apartments. Know any good cheap places?”
As if that was her cue, Tammy reappeared with a big bowl of popcorn. “What’s this about moving?”
“Maybe. We’ll see.” He looked down at the board. “I need a wedgie question.” 8
“But I want to see you,” Ross whined.
Shifting his cell phone to a more comfortable spot on his ear, Drake would have thought he would have realized how annoying Ross’s whine was before. Love really was blind. Well, it wasn’t as though he hated Ross now. He still cared about him. He’d just finally opened his eyes to what an idiot he’d been.
“Why don’t we set it up for me to meet you and Stan for dinner or something?’
Ross sighed. “We’re fighting again.”
He came close to saying what else is new, but changed it to, “You’re always fighting.”
“This is different. He’s being so cold.”
Drake shifted on his couch, one ear listening for movement in the hallway and the other sort of listening to Ross. He glanced at his watch, noting he’d been on the phone for almost thirty minutes with Ross. Since he’d made it home from work.
“Maybe he’s gotten tired of your theatrics.” The only response to that was a loud sniff. “Anyway, Ross, you should concentrate on working it out with Stan, you always do. You can’t come running to me anymore.”
“Does this have anything to do with what I said to your little neighbor?” Ross asked. “I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“This has nothing to do with Jay.” Who had disappeared again.
Drake wanted to kick his own ass for what he’d said to Jay the last time he saw him. Maybe any kind of relationship between the two of them would be a mistake given the age difference, but he hadn’t needed to be such an ass to Jay. He grabbed the scarf off the coffee table and ran his fingers over it. It smelled like Jay. He’d only worn it probably once and already he knew it was covered in Jay’s scent.
Drake lifted the silky scarf to his nostrils. Definitely male with a mixture of spice and marshmallow. Probably whatever body wash Jay used. His dick half-hardened and he couldn’t help thinking of the way Jay’s lips had softened under his. The little urgent whimpers that had escaped Jay’s lips as Drake had stroked their cocks.
“Drake?” Ross’s voice cut in to his erotic memory.
“What?”
“You haven’t been listening to me, have you?” Ross sounded suddenly cold and distant.
Drake cleared his throat. “Sorry, I am a little distracted right now.”
“By what?” Ross asked suspiciously.