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“Less restrictive.” I toss the jerseys into the laundry basket and bend down for the hoodie. A little deeper than necessary. The skirt rides all the way up. I can feel the cool air on my bare ass. And on my dick, already starting to chub up.

“Dyl.” He sets his mug down. “What are you doing?”

I turn to face him, all innocent. “Cleaning. Like you told me to, sir.”

“Okay, can you stop with the ‘sir’ thing? That’s weirding me the fuck out.”

“Alright, you’re the one in charge today.” I shrug. “What should I call you?”

“Brandon. My name’s Brandon.” He runs a hand through his messy hair. “And put some fucking underwear on.”

My stomach sinks. I pushed it too far. He’s not into this. Why did I think one blowjob would change everything between us? I read it all wrong. Now I’m just a dumbass in a dress.

“Right. Yeah. Sorry. I thought—” I shake my head. “Forget it.”

“Thought what?”

“Nothing. Can I get you anything else?”

His expression changes. “Dylan. Come here.”

My feet feel like they’re glued to the floor. My face is burning.

“Come sit down. That’s an order. You just said I’m in charge.”

I force myself across the room and drop onto the edge of his bed, pulling the skirt over my thighs.

“What’s going on with you?” he says.

“I thought we were messing around.”

“We are. But…” He shifts against the headboard. “This feels like more than that now. Ever since we…” He waves a hand between us. “You’ve been looking at me weird, Dyl.”

“Yeah.” I rub my palms on my thighs. “I know.”

“So are we still fucking around like we always do, or is this…” He pauses. “Because, bro, I gotta say. This is starting to feel pretty gay.”

“I sucked your dick, Bran. I think we’re past ‘pretty gay.’”

“Yeah, but we were out of our minds. Right? Two weeks of blue balls will make a guy do crazy shit. Neither of us was thinking straight.”

“Definitely not thinking straight.”

He cracks a weak grin. “Touché.”

I don’t know what to say. But I’m sitting on my buddy’s bed in this ridiculous getup with my dick out. There’s literally no way to salvage my dignity from this. Might as well go all in.

“I liked it, Bran. All of it. Being on my knees for you. Making you come. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. I’m going crazy wanting to do it again.” I force myself to look at him. “So yeah. It’s not ‘pretty gay.’ It’s full-on gay. I’m gay for you. Apparently.”

A muscle jumps in his jaw. For a second I think he’s going to deck me. Put me on the floor the way he puts down quarterbacks who hold the ball too long.

Then he blows out a long breath and scrubs a hand over his face. “Fucking hell, Dyl.”

“Yeah. So this is where you tell me to pack my shit, right? I get it.”

“Shut up.”

“Just saying. I’d understand if⁠—”