Chapter 9
nine
T roy followed Jessie through the dirt and rock parking lot, walking past cars, trucks, and other vans, holding a cardboard tray with hot dogs, popcorn, and candy.
Jessie strolled with drinks in paper cups and plastic lids, straws poking out the top. As he reached the van, he stopped. “This thing is so big, it’s hard to miss.”
With a chuckle, Troy set the food tray on the ground, then unlocked and opened the sliding door on the van.
Jessie crawled inside and set their drinks on the cabinet counter.
Troy handed Jessie the food tray, made his way inside and closed the door, then sat on the fold-out bed, next to Jessie, cross legged. “So, what first?”
Jessie swung both tailgate doors on the van open. “Hot dogs.” He returned to Troy, facing him, crossing his legs.
Troy handed him a hot dog wrapped in foil, then opened his own and took a bite. He definitely had the munchies. “Damn, that tastes good.”
Jessie slid his hot dog out of the wrapper and bit into it, ketchup dribbling onto his fingers. As he chewed, he licked them off.
Troy focused on his tongue, lapping at the ketchup. Warmth filtered over his groin. “Dude, that’s pretty indecent.”
“What?” Jessie stopped licking and smirked. “You have a dirty mind.”
“I do. You have no idea.” Troy snickered. They were flirting now, and none of it was fake. “Give me a bite.”
Jessie looked his hot dog over, then furrowed his brows. “You have your own.”
“I’ll give you some of mine if you give me some of yours.” Troy lifted a brow. Did he flirt like this with chicks? No, not really.
Jessie smiled and held his hot dog out. “Here.”
Troy kept his gaze on Jessie and bit into it. “I like eating yours better.” And next time they were alone, he definitely would.
Jessie chuckled and shook his head. “You are so bad.” He bent forward, putting his lips close to Troy’s ear. “I like it.” As he turned his head, he flicked his tongue across Troy’s cheek. “You had a bit of ketchup...” He straightened.
Troy widened his eyes. He really wanted to kiss him now. Maybe they should close all the doors on the van until the movie started? He held his hot dog out to him. “Here, eat mine.”
With a grin, Jessie took a bite and chewed. “What’s going on inside your head?”
“I was thinking about closing the doors and kissing you.” Heat flooded Troy’s face. Why did it always embarrass him to say what he was thinking? Must be he wasn’t used to it.
“You are? Then how are we going to watch the movie? Because if we start kissing again, I’m not going to be able to stop.” Jessie looked him over, raking his teeth over his lower lip, then grabbed a soda from the counter and sucked on it through the straw. “Well?”
A flash of heat pooled in Troy’s groin. He was liking the idea of forgoing the movie more and more. But what if someone, like Donna, asked about the movie when they got back? “We better watch the movie. We don’t want to get caught not knowing what happens.”
Jessie slumped his shoulders. “Guess so.” He glanced at Troy’s hot dog. “You going to give me more of that?” He smirked.
“Definitely. All you want.” Troy held it out to him. Seemed he was ready to give Jessie anything he asked for. Had he always felt this way? Pretty much. So that hadn’t changed.
Jessie took a big bite, chewed, then gulped it down.
Troy’s attention caught on the screen lighting up over the cars in the parking lot. “Movie’s starting.” He shifted on the bed, faced the screen, and ate his hot dog. “We should probably get the speaker.” He looked through the side window at the metal speaker stand, jutting out of the dirt. “I think we can fit it into that window.”
Jessie set his hot dog down on the bed and climbed out the back of the van, grabbed the small metal speaker, and stuffed it through the window opening. “Good?”
Troy stretched across the bed and twisted the black knob, bringing the volume up. “Yep, good.”
Jessie crept into the van and repositioned next to him, side to side. As he took a bite of his hot dog, he glanced at him, then whispered, “Dude, never in a thousand years did I think we’d be here like this.”
Troy gazed at him and swallowed the last bite of hot dog down. “Me neither.”
“You done with your hot dog?” Jessie looked behind him.
“Yeah.” Troy crumpled up the foil and tossed it into the tray resting on the bed behind them.
“Let’s lie down.” Jessie moved the food tray to the side of him, then sprawled out on the bed on his stomach, lifting on his elbows. “Get me a beer?”
“Sure.” Troy crawled to the cooler, grabbed out two beers, then popped them open and handed one to Jessie.
Jessie sipped his beer.
Troy gazed at the back of Jessie’s dark head, then down his wide shoulders and to his tight ass, under the cut-off jean shorts. No one could see them right now. He crept to him and lay against his side, wrapping a leg and an arm over him.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Jessie tried to move.
Troy held him in place. “Relax, man. No one can see us.”
Jessie pursed his lips. “You don’t know that.” He rolled away from him and sat up, his legs tucking underneath him.
“Jess...” Troy hung his head. This sucked. If he were with a chick, they’d definitely be cuddling right now.
As Jessie lay down again, he sided into Troy. “We have to be careful. You never know what asshole is out there watching.”
“Why would anyone be watching us ?” Troy huffed. He was a little too cautious. It was dark and they were inside a van.
“Just believe me. I’ve seen some things.” Jessie knit his brows. “Want some popcorn?” He grabbed a red and white cardboard container filled with buttered popcorn and set it in front of them.
Troy snatched a handful and popped it into his mouth, then sipped his beer. Had Jessie ever been one of those dudes that had gotten beaten up? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. It would piss him off too much. “At some point, I’ll ask you what things you’ve seen. But right now, I don’t want to get pissed off.”
“Pissed off at who? Me?” Jessie threw popcorn in his mouth.
“No, at whatever might have happened to you. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you ever again.” Troy focused on him, driving his point home. No one was ever going to be an asshole to Jessie again. He’d make sure of it.
Jessie chuckled. “You against the world, huh?”
“No, you and me.” With a smirk, Troy bumped his shoulder.
Jessie touched his head to Troy’s shoulder. “Who knew you were so protective. Guess I’m learning all sorts of new things about you.”
“Yeah?” Troy glanced at him. “What else?”
“Well, you’re a good kisser.” Jessie’s gaze fell to his mouth. “And you have a dirty mind.”
“I bet I’m not the only one with a dirty mind.” Troy licked his lips. Damn, I want to kiss him again, but there’s too many teenagers cruising around. “We better watch the movie.”
Jessie released a long sigh. “Yeah.”
Troy drove the van into its spot outside his cabin, shut it off and got out, then walked around to the side door.
Jessie slid the side door open. “Here’s the cooler.” He handed it to him, then stepped out of the van.
Troy set the cooler on the ground, then stood facing him. “It was fun tonight.” Why did he sound like he did at the end of a date with a chick?
“Yeah, it was very fun.” Jessie leaned into Troy’s ear, whispering. “We didn’t even look at the skin mag.”
Troy chuckled. “Don’t need to.” Jessie had said he was bisexual. But was he really? Other guys didn’t turn him on, as far as he knew. What was it about Jessie, then? Was it because they’d been friends for so long? He had other friends, though, and he’d never?—
“Troy.”
He looked up. “What?”
Jessie pointed to Troy’s head. “Tell me.”
“I’m just thinking on this whole bisexual thing. I don’t know...” Troy scratched his head.
“I’m going to test you the same way you tested me, and then we’ll see.” As Jessie lifted his brow, he grinned. “Let’s take the boat out tomorrow.”
“Okay, but how are you going to test me?” Troy narrowed his eyes. Whatever this test was, it better not involve Gary. No way would he ever be turned on by him.
“You’ll see.” Jessie released a quick chuckle. “Anyway, we better go to bed.”
“Yeah.” Troy gazed into his eyes. “Not before I get a goodnight kiss.” If this was a date, then he’d end it properly.
“Troy...” Jessie shook his head.
Troy snatched his wrist and hauled him to the side of his cabin, between the windows, in the shadow, then pushed Jessie against the log side and crushed his mouth in a deep kiss, parting his lips, sweeping his tongue inside, tangling it with Jessie’s. He’d wanted to kiss him again all night. It felt good.
Jessie freed a soft moan, wrapping his arms around Troy’s waist, dragging their hips together. He rocked into him.
As sensation pulsed through Troy’s cock, he broke the kiss. They couldn’t start that here. He held Jessie’s cheeks, looking deeply into his eyes. “I’m going to stop now, or I’m not going to stop. You get me?”
Jessie nodded. “Yeah. I guess I don’t want this night to end.”
“Me neither, but we have three more weeks.” Troy’s breath caught. And then what? Jessie goes back to New York, and he goes to his job until classes start? He wouldn’t think about it now. He had three weeks to work on him, to make him stay.
“You’re right. The boat. Tomorrow.” Jessie placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Troy dragged himself off Jessie and forced himself to walk to the cooler, grab it and head into his cabin. As he opened the door, he glanced at him, strolling to his cabin, his hands in his front pockets. He would be thinking about him all damn night. Would Jessie be thinking about him? He hoped so.
Troy, ready for a day of boating in blue swim trunks and a brown t-shirt, followed Jessie to the docks at the marina, swinging bags of snacks and sandwiches in his hands, the morning sun already warm on his face and shimmering on the calm water of the lake. As he passed the gas pump and brown, log-sided building, he pursed his lips. Was Gary here? He wasn’t sure if Jessie would know, and he didn’t want to find out. If he was here, maybe they could get the boat out before he saw them.
Jessie held a twelve pack of beer in one hand and a canvas bag in the other. He turned to walk down a dock to the right, then stopped at the slip housing the yellow speed boat. “We still need to get gas and ice.” He stepped into the back of the boat, then bent over to pull out the cooler.
“Okay.” Troy glanced at the marina building. That meant they might see Gary if he was here. He stepped onto the bow seat, then the floorboard and tucked the snacks away in a cubby by the passenger’s chair. He watched Jessie tuck the canvas bag into a cubby on the driver’s side. “When are you going to tell me what’s in there?”
Jessie grinned at him. “When I’m ready. I told you, it’s a surprise.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Troy looked at the bikini top on the boat. “You want to keep the top up, or should we take it down?”
“Let’s keep it up. I don’t want to get too much sun.” Jessie set the beer in the cooler, then walked to the driver’s chair and slid the key in the ignition. “Pull up the bumpers and untie us.” He rested one knee on the seat.
Troy crawled around the boat, pulling up bumpers, then jumped onto the dock and untied all ropes, tossing them in the boat. “You’re free.” His chest tightened. They were about to find out if Gary was here. He stepped into the bow.
Jessie started the engine with a rumble, then very slowly backed it out of the slip. “How we looking?”
Troy checked the area around the boat. “Good.” Jessie had been driving boats up here since he was nine or ten. He didn’t need a lot of help.
Jessie pushed the gear shifter on the side of the boat forward and drove around the dock to the gas pump by the marina building. “Dock us.”
Troy stood holding the bow line, ready to hop out.
“Here, toss it to me.” Gary jogged out on the dock, his hand out, in his marina uniform of a brown shirt and tan shorts.
Troy’s heart lurched. He did not want to see him at all. He scoffed, glanced at Jessie, then tossed the line to Gary.
Jessie cut the engine, then stepped to the back and threw the stern line to Gary. “Here.”
Gary caught it and tied them up. “How’s it going, man?”
Jessie smiled at Gary, resting a foot on the side of the boat. “Pretty good, yourself?” He glanced at Troy.
Troy glared at Jessie. Why was he smiling at him like that? He knew how he felt about Gary.
Jessie walked past Troy and tapped him on the ass. “Relax,” he whispered, then focused on Gary. “We need some ice and gas. Can you fill it up?”
“Sure.” Gary went to get the gas pump line, then returned to fill up the tank. As the gas flowed, he looked Jessie over. “What you been up to?”
“Not much.” Jessie tugged on Troy’s shirt and tilted his head toward Gary. “Come on.” He walked to the back to stand next to Gary.
Troy huffed and followed Jessie. Now he was going to make him be friendly? No way.
“Hey, man, just thought you should know, uh, Troy and I...” Jessie lifted his brows, then grabbed Troy’s hand for a second and released it. “You dig?”
Gary knit his brows, then widened his eyes. “Yeah, I dig it.”
Troy’s breath caught in his throat. Jessie was telling him they were together. How would he react to that?
Gary focused on Troy and slapped his shoulder, grinning. “It’s cool, man.” He shook his head. “Now everything makes sense.”
Troy released a held breath. He had no idea what to say in this situation. “Uh, yeah.” Heat rushed his face. Maybe Gary wasn’t such an asshole. Or maybe he didn’t like Jessie all that much. If he didn’t, he was a fool.
Gary finished filling the tank and pulled the nozzle out of the boat. “I’ll grab you some ice.”
“Thanks, man.” Jessie stepped to Troy and came close to his ear. “See? Nothing to worry about.”
Troy smirked. “Yeah.”
Jessie beached the boat on a strip of sand, surrounded by deep woods in an inlet of the lake.
As the boat bottom caught, Troy jumped out with the bow line and tugged the boat onto shore. “Good?” It was pretty shallow here. They didn’t need to bring it in too far.
Jessie checked the stern. “Good.” He grabbed the canvas bag out of the cubby, stuffed beers into it, then went to the bow and lifted the cushions up. “Here, come get the towels.”
Troy waded in ankle-deep water to the bow, snickering. “What have you got on your mind?”
Jessie handed him a towel. “You’ll find out.” He offered him a coy grin.
Troy grabbed the towel, then another one. The suspense was killing him. All he knew was he was ready for the next round with Jessie. He wanted to be the one giving Jessie a blowjob. Too bad, Gary. Last night, it had been all he could think about. In fact, it was a miracle he hadn’t had a wet dream.
Jessie jumped into the water and waded to Troy, then gave his side a tickle. “What are you thinking about?”
Troy jerked out of reach, giggling. Did he really have to tell him everything? He sighed. “I was... I can’t say.” He hung his head, strolling to the beach.
“Troy, you promised.” Jessie jogged up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Tell me.”
His touch tingled over Troy’s spine. “I thought about you so much last night, I was surprised I didn’t have a wet dream, okay?”
“You didn’t?” Jessie freed him. “I did.”
Troy turned around, narrowing his eyes. “Come on.”
Jessie’s face reddened and he kicked at inch-deep water. “I did. Probably scared the shit out of Nate.”
Troy busted out in a belly laugh. “Holy shit, man. We have got to do something about the bedroom situation in these cabins.” And maybe they needed to have a sleep over.
“Yeah, we’re getting too old for all the kids to sleep in the same room. I can’t believe they still make Donna sleep with you and Mark.” Jessie snickered.
“Right?” Troy glanced at the canvas bag. It was time he found out what was in that thing. “Okay, now what’s going on?”
Jessie scanned the area, then focused on Troy. “Let’s go up closer to the woods.”
“Okay.” Troy followed him to the edge of the beach, then laid his towel down as Jessie did the same. He sat on the towel with his knees drawn up.
Jessie reached into the bag and pulled out his baggie of joints. “First, we get high.” He smiled at Troy and sat next to him, crossing his legs.
“Figures.” Troy shook his head and smirked. Jessie sure liked to get high. He always had weed when they were up here, but this year it seemed like they were smoking more.
Jessie slid out a joint and put it between his lips, then lit it with the lighter. He took a drag, then handed it to him.
Troy sucked a hit off it, then blew a plume of smoke out of his lungs. He gave it to Jessie. His head buzzed. It seemed a little early to be doing this. “Okay, now what?”
Jessie drew another toke, pinched out the joint and stuffed it into the baggy, then dropped it into the canvas bag, looking inside it. “Beer?”
“Sure.” Troy held out his hand. It was never too early for beer when they were on vacation.
Jessie popped a beer open and placed it in Troy’s hand, then opened one for himself. He took a swig. “That’s better.”
Troy sipped his beer. “Okay, what’s in there?” He’d had enough of the waiting. He gazed out over the lake at the far-off boats whining by, some with skiers following on long ropes.
Jessie slid a magazine out of the bag, and held it up to Troy, beaming. “We’re going to see if this turns you on.”
Troy focused on the cover. A man with dark hair, naked except for a leather vest, sprawled across the cover. The image cut off right before the groin. “What the fuck is that? Playguy ?” This was too much. He chuckled, then started giggling. The weed had kicked in.
Jessie’s face slackened. “What’s so funny?” He chuckled, then dropped the magazine in his lap and giggled with Troy.
Troy’s giggling slowed, then stopped. He wiped at his eyes. If there were skin mags for straight dudes, it would figure that there would be some for gay dudes. “Okay, sorry. Where the hell did you get that?” He fought to keep a straight face. It wasn’t fair to Jessie to laugh.
Jessie snickered, then took a deep breath. “I brought it with me from New York. It’s one of my favorites.”
“I thought you didn’t want your family to know you’re gay. If they find that, you’re up shit creek.” He peeked at the cover. Okay, the guy wasn’t too bad looking. Sort of looked like an older version of Jessie. His cock stirred. Oh boy...
“I have a secret hiding place. They’ll never find it.” Jessie straightened his spine.
“Better not be in the same place you keep your stash.” Troy sniggered, remembering the first day there when Mr. Smith had found Jessie’s weed.
Jessie pursed his lips. “It’s not. I made a secret compartment in my suitcase. Only shit like this is kept there.”
“What else do you keep there?” Troy lifted his brows. What else did Jessie need to hide?
Jessie drew a deep breath. “Toys.”
“Toys? I’m guessing you’re not talking about Tonka trucks.” Troy looked Jessie over. He didn’t know this Jessie. Right now, it scared him a little. What was he in for here?
“Don’t worry, nothing too bad. Butt plugs, cock rings, that sort of thing.”
“What?” Troy shifted backward on the towel, rounding his eyes.
“Psyche.” Jessie erupted in laughter, pointing at him.
“You fucker.” Troy slapped Jessie’s hand and chuckled. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Jessie snorted.
“Yeah, right.” Troy repositioned next to Jessie, smirking. “You better.” He lifted his chin at the skin mag. “So, what are we doing with this?”
Jessie held up the magazine. “We’re going to find out how gay Troy Larson is.” He let a wicked smile sweep over his mouth.
“Okay.” Troy freed a sharp chuckle—it was only fair, since he’d used a skin mag on him .
Jessie set the magazine in front of them. “Come here.”
Troy pressed his chest against Jessie’s side and looked at the skin mag.
Jessie turned the page a few times and stopped on a nude man with dark hair, sprawled over a bed. Another man with short, blond hair hovered over his erect cock, his mouth preparing to take it inside. Jessie licked his lips. “What do you think about this?” His breath deepened and he slid his thumb over his swelling cock.
Troy focused on the photo. How could he look at the picture when Jessie was this close and obviously getting aroused? He glanced at Jessie’s groin, his cock now straining against the top of his swim trunks, his thumb gliding over it, up and down. A rush of desire shivered over his spine. He gulped hard. “Jess, quit touching yourself. How am I supposed to know if the picture is turning me on when you’re doing that?”
With hooded eyes, Jessie gazed at him. “Doing this with you really turns me on, sorry. He sucked in his lower lip, shifting his focus to Troy’s mouth. “Hurry up and tell me if you like the picture.” He drew a deep breath and moved his hand to the towel.
“Try another one.” Troy watched Jessie turn the pages. A picture showed of two men standing in a room, kissing, and jerking each other off. “Wait.” He placed his hand over Jessie’s on the magazine. A pulse of sensation rippled through his groin. Okay. Did this turn him on because he did that with Jessie, or did it just turn him on? “I uh... like this one.”
Jessie brushed his chest against Troy’s shoulder and kissed it. “I’m so fucking horny right now.” He pressed on his hard cock and moaned.
Troy glanced at him. His cock twitched. “Dude, you’re killing me here.”
Jessie rubbed himself through his swim trunks.
Troy snatched his hand and held it up. “Stop.” He was about done with this magazine bullshit. He’d much rather be touching Jessie than looking at this thing. But he did need answers.
Jessie raked his teeth over his lower lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He laid his head on Troy’s shoulder, his breathing heavy.
Troy brushed his cheek over Jessie’s dark head. “Okay, I like it when the dudes are kissing.” He turned a few more pages and landed on two men kissing, both their cocks wrapped together in one hand. Pleasure shuddered over him. “I like this one.” He tilted his head, imagining the men rubbing on one another. His cock ached. He ran his palm over it and his cock surged with sensation, pre-cum dribbling into his swim trunks. “Apparently I like this one a lot.”
In a husky voice, Jessie said, “See? So, dudes and chicks turn you on. Not just me.” Jessie placed his hand on Troy’s cheek and brushed his lips over Troy’s, then slid his tongue inside, swiping it through his mouth.
As desire flickered up his spine, Troy groaned, then broke the kiss. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Lie down. I’m giving you a blow job now.” And his would be way better than Gary’s.
Jessie widened his eyes. “Here? Can anyone see us?” He looked out over the lake.
“Fine. I’m taking you into the woods.” Clutching his towel, Troy stood up and held out his hand. “Come on.” He wiggled his fingers.
Jessie took his hand and rose, then bent over to grab his towel, leaving the skin mag and canvas bag on the sand. His hard cock peeked out of the top of his swim trunks, a bead of pre-cum glistening the tip.
Troy glanced at Jessie’s groin, his mouth watering. “Dude, you’re poking out, and it’s driving me nuts.” He pointed at Jessie’s groin. Damn, I want to lick it, like right now.
Jessie snickered. “Good, then I’ll leave it.”
“You are so bad.” With a snicker, Troy led him into the woods, searching for a spot in the foliage where they could lie down. An opening in the weeds under a tall oak tree caught his glance. He guided Jessie to it and laid his towel down.
Jessie spread his own towel over the grass and dirt, then sat and slid his swim trunks down and off his legs, leaving them stretched wide over the towel.
Troy knelt in front of him, then devoured his mouth in hungry kisses, wrapping his hand around the back of his neck. He snuck his other hand over Jessie’s cock and stroked the shaft.
Jessie moaned into his mouth, a shudder rolling over his body. He stole a breath. “Troy, you’re going to make me come before you give me that blowjob.”
He stopped his hand, resting his forehead on Jessie’s, taking deep breaths. “We can’t have that.” He bowed down, his head between Jessie’s legs.
Jessie’s cock jerked. “Fuck, I might come right away. Just fair warning.” He bit his lip.
Troy took a heavy swallow. He was really doing this. He was ready. He wrapped his hand around the base and licked the tip, the bitter and heady taste of Jessie’s cum lacing his tongue.
Jessie’s breath caught and he wrinkled his brows. “Keep licking.”
Troy lapped at his solid cock, running his tongue up and down the shaft, then swirling the tip and driving into the slit. His own cock twitched and pulsed. This was definitely turning him on. He wanted more.
Jessie released a strangled groan and rolled his hips. “Fuck...”
In one swift move, Troy engulfed his cock with his mouth, sliding his lips up and down the hot shaft, licking the underside, while pumping the base with his hand.
Jessie freed a choked gasp, then whimpered, his hips thrusting into his mouth. “Holy shit, I’m coming.” He slapped a hand to Troy’s head.
Troy stayed on him, sucking to the base, lapping at the tip, groaning. He tipped his head to watch him.
Jessie tensed his face, creasing his brows. He parted his lips and sharp gasps erupted from his throat. His cock pulsated. He thrust his hips in an erratic rhythm.
Hot cum spurted inside Troy’s mouth. He swallowed it down, the taste all Jessie, same as last night. His own cock ached and jerked inside his swim trunks, slickening them with pre-cum. He kept on him, swallowing with each burst, sucking until it slowed.
Jessie pushed on Troy’s head, sliding his mouth off his spent shaft, then shoved him onto his back and dropped Troy’s swim trunks, his mouth claiming Troy’s cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Troy arched his head back as hot, wet friction ran down and up his pulsating shaft. Lust coiled in his gut. Waves of sensation built to a peak and erupted in surge after surge of intense pleasure. His toes curled and he fisted the towel, whimpering.
As it calmed, Jessie freed his cock with a few last licks to his shaft.
A tickle shuddered over Troy. He squirmed and chuckled, moving his head away from his groin. “Stop, it tickles.”
Jessie shifted onto his chest, lying over him, grinning. “It does, huh? How was it before that?”
“Fucking bangin’.” Troy freed a quick laugh. When he came with him, it was always intense. Why was that? Because it was new or because it was Jessie? “You’re pretty good at that.”
Jessie smirked. “So are you.” He placed a kiss on his lips.
Troy deepened the kiss, opening his mouth, sliding his tongue across Jessie’s.
Jessie stroked his tongue with his own, then broke the kiss. “So, apparently you’re for sure bisexual. That magazine turned you on, right?”
“Yeah, certain pictures did.” Troy thought back over the various poses. “I like to see the dudes kiss and...” Heat swept over his face. He wasn’t used to talking this much about sex. With chicks, he just did it, and no one asked any questions about it.
“And?” Jessie brushed his hand along Troy’s cheek, watching it, then gazed into his eyes.
“And whatever they were doing in that last picture, rubbing off on each other.” Troy twisted his head. Did he really need to get this detailed? “This is embarrassing. Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure, but that is called frot.” Jessie shifted higher on Troy’s chest, then gave him a long, sensual kiss. “There are a lot of things that dudes do that you wouldn’t necessarily do with a chick.”
Troy focused on him. “Really?” Like anal sex? Had he done that? He’d had a boyfriend, so probably. “So, I’m guessing you’ve done it all?”
Jessie smiled and nodded once. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“What does it feel like, anal sex?” Troy lifted his brows. If he could answer that, then he’d know he’d done it.
“It’s pretty amazing, actually. There’s a bunch of nerves in your?—”
“Stop. I’m sorry I asked.” Troy’s chest tightened. Jessie had probably had more sex in his time in New York than he’d had in his whole life, and he didn’t want to know any more about it.
“What’s wrong?” Jessie wrinkled his forehead. “Am I freaking you out?”
Troy draped his arms around Jessie’s back. He needed to tell him the truth of it. “I think it’s making me jealous.”
“Jealous?” Jessie grinned. “You’re jealous of my ex-lovers?” He lifted his brows.
“I think so. Yeah, I am.” Troy freed a long exhale. “I guess it would have been nice to be your first for something.” Now he was sounding like a chick. Why was this so different for him?
“Don’t be. They weren’t really all that special.” Jessie chewed his lower lip, gazing deeply into his eyes. “But you are.”
“I am?” Troy’s heart fluttered. There was definitely more to this than sex for Jessie, too.
Jessie sighed. “We should get dressed and get that skin mag. I’d hate for someone to find it on the beach.” He climbed off him, found his swim trunks, and skimmed them up his legs.
Troy righted his swim trunks and sat cross-legged, studying him. Jessie liked to talk sex, but not so much about feelings, apparently.
“So, there’s a National Bisexual Liberation Group in New York and they might have a chapter in Minneapolis. There are probably some bookstores in the Twin Cities that would have the information.” Jessie glanced at him.
“Okay. Why do I need that?” Troy furrowed his brows. Now he was really baffling him.
Jessie smirked and slapped his thigh. “Because you have a lot of questions. Wouldn’t it be nice to be connected to others like you?”
I only want to be connected to you. “Sure, maybe we can check it out together when we get back to the Twin Cities.” Troy gauged his reaction. They were going to be together after this, right?
Jessie knit his brows. “Maybe.”
Troy’s heart pinched. That was not a good answer. He’d leave it alone for now. “So, let’s go back to the boat. It’s getting hot out here.” He forced a grin.
“Plus, the weed and beer are back there.” Jessie sniggered and stood up.