Chapter 4 #2
“Right,” I said quickly. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. So it would be better if, like, she initiated it, right?”
“In an ideal scenario, yes,” Aimee agreed. “But that doesn’t typically happen organically. Usually, there needs to be established trust and communication first. Dr. Wells, what would you advise for Milo and his friend?”
“My first piece of advice would be to examine your motivations,” Dr. Wells said. “Are you genuinely interested in a meaningful experience with this person, or is this more about fulfilling a fantasy where this woman is just a prop?”
I felt heat crawl up my face. “No, no, it’s not like that. I mean, he really likes her.” I was digging myself deeper with every word, and Xavier’s rigid posture across the room told me he was never going to let me live this down.
“Milo,” Aimee’s voice took on a more direct tone, “let me ask you something. In this hypothetical threesome with your best friend, would you be comfortable with all aspects of it? Including potentially interacting sexually with your friend as well as with the woman?”
I froze, my mouth open but no words coming out. My eyes darted to Xavier, who had turned around at Aimee’s question, his expression a mixture of shock and something else I couldn’t name.
“I—what?” I stammered, suddenly very aware of Xavier watching me, waiting for my answer. “That’s not—we wouldn’t—I mean—”
“It’s a simple question,” Aimee pressed, her voice gentle but persistent. “Many people fantasize about threesomes without considering all the implications. In reality, a threesome with two straight men and one woman often becomes more about the men taking turns than a true three-person experience.”
“I mean, I’m not… actually straight. I’m bi. But he’s not.”
“Ah, so is this really about this woman? Or do you want to fuck your best friend?”
“I think that’s, uh, beyond the scope of my question,” I managed to say, my voice strangled. “But thanks for your insight. I should probably go now.”
“No problem, Milo,” Aimee replied, sounding like she knew exactly the reaction she’d provoked. “Good luck with your content creation. And remember, clear communication is key—with both your potential third and with each other. Maybe he’s more open to it than you think.”
I ended the call with fumbling fingers, the silence in the barndominium suddenly deafening. I couldn’t look at Xavier. Couldn’t risk seeing disgust in his eyes.
“That was fun,” I said with false brightness, turning back to my bike and grabbing the first tool my hand touched.
Xavier was quiet for so long that I finally had to look up. He stood by the kitchenette, a beer in his hand, his expression unreadable.
“Why’d you call?” he asked finally.
I shrugged, aiming for casual. “Thought it would be funny. Content ideas, you know?”
He took a long pull from his beer, his eyes never leaving my face. “You record it?”
“What? No,” I said, confused. “Why would I record it?”
His voice was carefully neutral. “If it was for content, you would need to record it.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t thought of that. Clearly I needed to work on my excuses. “No, it was just... impulsive, I guess.”
Xavier nodded slowly, like he was processing something complex. “So that’s what you’re into? Threesomes where our dicks might touch?”
There was something in the way he asked it, a thread of tension beneath the casual words, that made my pulse pick up. Was he asking if I was into him? Or was I projecting my own confused thoughts onto a simple question?
“I don’t know,” I lied. “Never really thought about it before.”
“Hmm.” Xavier took another sip of his beer. Then, unexpectedly, the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Your face when she asked if you wanted to suck my dick, though.”
I nearly dropped the wrench I was holding. “I didn’t—she didn’t exactly phrase it like that.”
“Close enough.” He shrugged, his eyes glinting with something that might have been amusement or might have been something more dangerous. “You looked like you were about to pass out.”
“Yeah, well,” I mumbled, turning back to my bike to hide my burning face. “It was unexpected.” And I’d thought about sucking his dick more times than I wanted to admit. Not lately, but back when we were teenagers and my crush had been full-blown lust.
“For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t have punched you if you’d said yes.
I know you’re bi, and it’s fine if you’re into sucking dick.
” He was quiet for a moment, and I could feel his eyes on me, assessing.
Then he added, almost casually, “The bookish brunette with the shampoo commercial hair. That’s who I’d fuck between us.
If she was into us enough to give us a second glance. ”
“What?”
“She looks innocent, but I bet she has a filthy fantasy life. I read a few of the books I saw her with.”
My head snapped up, but Xavier was already walking toward the stairs to the loft, his beer in one hand and his phone in the other. He didn’t look back, and I was left staring after his very nice ass as he climbed the stairs.