Fake Out (Fake Boyfriend 1)

I cock my eyebrow at him, because we both know I felt how hard he was when his tongue was in my mouth.

“Okay fine, I more than liked it. Which … okay … so … and—”

“You do know you’re not constructing a sentence right now? Scotch make speech good?”

“There’s no more scotch in me.” Maddox’s knee bounces. “I wish there was, because this is hard to say. The only person I ever told was Will.”

“Is that why he was scowling at me at the wedding?”

“Probably. He thinks I’m going to get all fucked up over you like I did with …” He draws in a deep breath. “Like I did with my roommate in college.”

My ears—and shamefully, my cock—prick up at that.

“You know how I said I had a thing for your sister freshman year?”

“Yeah …”

“One of the nights I struck out with her, I went back to the frat house and my roommate was asleep. Or, I thought he was. I …” He takes in another deep breath. “You know that unspoken rule where if your roommate’s jerking off, you pretend it’s not happening?”

My eyes narrow. “You were jerking off in your room, while your roommate was asleep but not?”

“Right. Anyway, he asked if I needed a hand, and—”

“Smooth.”

“I thought it was his way of being all ‘Stop whacking off, I’m awake over here.’ So I stopped. But it was his way of …”

“Actually asking if you wanted a hand?”

“Right. Well, a mouth.” Maddox shifts in his seat, and the light from the fire shows off his flushed cheeks. “At first, I was all ‘What the fuck, I’m not gay.’ And he said he wasn’t either. He said he and his high school buddy used to give each other brojobs all the time.”

“Brojobs,” I repeat like a moron. I hate that term—always have. “Okay, so your roommate gave you a blowjob?”

“Sort of, umm … yeah. Uh, multiple, actually. It kind of became a running joke between us that he’d only do it on weekends.”

“Did you … enjoy it?” Why am I asking that? It doesn’t matter whether he did or not. I shouldn’t care.

“The first few times I closed my eyes and pretended he was a chick. But, really, it was a wet, hot mouth on a horny eighteen-year-old’s cock. What do you think?”

I chuckle but it comes out as a harsh breath. “Right. Of course, what was I thinking? Maybe that straight guys generally don’t like gay guys manipulating them into fooling around, but whatever.”

Maddox’s brow furrows. “Matt’s not gay. It wasn’t like that. He gave me plenty of chances to say no and constantly asked if I was okay with it. There was no manipulation on his part. And I never touched him. I didn’t offer to return the favor, and he never asked.”

“Matt? Matty and Maddy? How cute.” Why am I getting defensive and tight-chested, and—oh, fuck no. I can’t be … jealous. I was literally just thinking I can’t be Maddox’s sexual experiment, and now I’m pissed he’s been with another guy before.

“Matt claims to be heteroflexible.”

I scoff. “Right. Only gay on weekends. Got it.”

“What’s with the pissed-off tone?” Now he’s getting defensive, but he’s right. I have to tone down the attitude.

I try to tame my irrational side and go for the coverup excuse. “First off, heteroflexible is a term someone uses when they don’t want to admit they’re bi. If you’re sexually attracted to both males and females, even if you’ll only have relationships with one gender, congratulations, you’re still bi. Pretty simple philosophy. But do you know a lot of straight guys who’ll willingly give blowjobs for nothing in return? Your man is gay.”

Maddox’s mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

“Sorry if that bursts some kind of bubble you were living in.”

“Well, fuck.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

MADDOX

Damon psychoanalyzed Matt in a few mere sentences and reached a conclusion that made so much more sense than what Will and I could figure out. That’s where I went wrong. I went to a straight dude for advice when it all happened.

The thing is, I’m downplaying what Matt and I had. The first few times, I did pretend he was a girl. Perhaps it was easier for me to handle that way. But then it started happening regularly, and I loved watching him as he went down on me. I loved gripping his short hair while I thrust into his mouth which was rough against my skin because of his stubble. And maybe, I chased after Stacy for longer than I would have any other girl because every time I was rejected, my consolation prize was a blowjob from my roommate. Part of me wonders if I was even trying with Stacy in the end.

I looked forward to my nights with Matt, but I never found it in me to take it further or ask him for more.