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What?” Nick’s heart raced.
What was he supposed to say to that? Yes…and no. God, yes, but he
wanted to kiss Ian, touch him, strip him out of his clothes and
taste every inch of his toned body. Hell no, not if knowing would
make their friendship uncomfortable. “You can’t ask me that.” He
turned around, and that’s when he saw the open bedroom door…and one
king-size bed. His cock thickened and his hands trembled. Tingles
started at the base of his skull and chased along his spine. “What
do you care? We’re friends.”
     
    “ We both know it’s more than
friendship.”
     
    “ Like brothers,” Nick
clarified, but he didn’t feel brotherly toward Ian. He was half in
love with him.
     
    “ Bullshit.”
     
    “ You’re
straight.”
     
    “ Maybe.” Ian shrugged. “Or I
just never met a man I wanted to fuck.”
     
    “ What do you want from me?”
Nick strode across the room to the mini bar. He needed a drink.
Maybe two…or three.
     
    “ The truth.”
     
    “ No, we’re not talking about
this.” He bent, opened the small fridge and grabbed a beer. “How’s
Jenny?” Redirect the conversation and remind Ian he has a
girlfriend.
     
    “ Shit, Nick, for my best
friend, you certainly don’t pay much attention to what’s going on
in my life.”
     
    Nick lifted his gaze to Ian
briefly, then grabbed the bottle opener and popped the top off the
beer.
     
    “ I haven’t dated Jenny in
three months.”
     
    Nick paused with the bottle
at his lips. “Really?”
     
    “ I haven’t dated anyone.”
Ian took a step toward him. “Because what started out as curiosity
began to keep me up at night.” Another step closer. “I found myself
making excuses on why I couldn’t see Jenny. A text from Tam used to
give me a hard-on.”
     
    Tam. That was her name. The
booty call baby. “So if Tam and Jenny aren’t doing it for you, who
is?”
     
    God, he wanted to rip the
answer from Ian’s mouth. Skin was the only thing keeping him
together. He tingled, electrified with the tension in the room. The
heat in Ian’s eyes had Nick’s blood warming. Hot, chaotic pulses
thrummed through his system. His cock was hard, his heart pounded,
but it wasn’t fear surging adrenaline through his body.
     
    “ That’s what I’ve been
trying to figure out.”
     
    Nick laughed. “Attraction
isn’t hard to figure out.” He set the beer on the counter. The room
closed in on him, narrowing until his only focus was Ian. The
heavy, rapid breaths he drew. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he
swallowed. “Why are you nervous?” And Ian was. His fingers tapped
against his thigh.
     
    “ Because every time I think
about you, I sweat. I’ve always agreed with my dick. Big tits,
blonde hair, you know me, I’m a man whore. And I love a nice ass.”
Ian released a shuddering exhale and leaned against the wall. “But
I guess about six months ago, something changed. I told myself my
attraction to you was because we were spending too much time
together. But then I only wanted to be with you more.” Ian thumped
his head against the wall. “I admit I’ve tried to convince myself
that I’m not gay, because I love women. But I can’t deny what I
feel when I’m with you. I can’t pretend anymore.”
     
    Nick stuffed his hands into
his pockets. “So you suggest we strip, fuck around, spend the night
together and then you’ll work the gay out of your
system?”
     
    Ian furrowed his brow. “No.
I want to strip and fuck all night, sleep a bit, fuck again, rip
some flake and then go home together.” Ian closed the space between
them. “Label me gay if you want, although I don’t believe labels
apply to us. If you had tits and a pussy, I’d still want to fuck
you.”
     
    Nick shuddered and took a
step back. “Listen Ian, you know I’m attracted to you. Everyone is
attracted to you.” The space behind the mini bar grew warm and
tight. Just like he knew Ian’s ass would be.
     
    “ Do you want to fuck