he wasn't.
He had a hard-on big enough to see from across the room. Maybe across the state.
Qhuinn opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again.
In the end, he decided this was a prime example of how life never failed to surprise. Of all the situations he thought they would ever be in? This was not it. Not after...well, everything.
He pulled his earphones off and let them hang from his neck, the pounding beat downshifting from concert-roar to impotent little hiss.
Is that for me? he wanted to ask.
For a split second, he thought it might be, but then how arrogant was that? The guy had just finished giving a speech about how the two of them were nothing but hourly wagers working side by side on vats of trans fat. Then Blay shows up with an arousal the size of a crowbar - and the first thing to come to his mind was it could, possibly, maybe, sort of, kind of...be for him?
What a prick he was.
And PS, what the hell would he do if he suddenly found himself in a parallel universe, with Blay pulling a hey-how-'bouta in that department?
Of course he wanted the guy.
For fuck's sake, he'd always wanted him - to the point where he had to wonder how much of that pushing-away thing that he'd done "for Blay's benefit" hadn't really been for his own.
Pondering that one, he noticed the glass down by the guy's feet. Ah, alcohol was involved - he sincerely doubted the dark inch in that squat glass was Coca-Cola.
Shit, for all he knew, Saxton had just texted him a crotch shot and a half, and that was the cause of all that erection.
And wasn't that a deflator.
Your cousin is giving me what I need all day long, every day.
"You got something else to say to me?" Qhuinn asked harshly.
Blay shook his head back and forth once.
Qhuinn frowned. Blay was not a hothead - never had been, and that was part of the reason that, for the longest time, they'd been so tight. Balance and all that crap. At the moment, however, the guy seemed like he was a thin inch from losing it.
Trouble in paradise between the happy couple?
Nah, they were too good together.
"Okay." Man, the idea of hanging around here while Blay amped up for another session with Saxton the Magnificent was untenable. "I'll see you later."
As he walked by, he felt Blay's eyes on him - but they weren't on the level of his face. At least, it didn't seem like it.
What the fuck was going on here?
Pushing out into the hall, he paused to double-check that the concrete walls weren't melting and that he didn't suddenly have fish for hands or something. Neither were true, but a trippy sense of unreality dogged him as he went down to the locker room. A shower was mandatory; he was covered in sweat, and as much as the doggen loved a good mess, he wasn't about to give them more work just because he'd tried to kill himself in the gym -
Hard. Aroused. Ready for sex.
As that image of Blay battered around the inside of his skull, he closed his eyes, and then hit the door into the land of tile and water fixtures. He intended to go over to the showers directly, but ended up stalling out in the front half of the room, where the lockers were stacked in orderly rows and the benches ran down the middle of the aisles.
Parking it, he unlaced his Nikes, kicked them off, and peeled his socks free.
Totally fucking aroused.
Blay had been out of his mind for it.
For some reason, Qhuinn's last two sexual encounters popped into his head. There had been that redheaded guy at the Iron Mask - the one he'd seduced and fucked in the bathroom. He'd picked the random out of the crowd for that one defining physical characteristic, and naturally the sesh had done nothing extraordinary for him. Then again, it had been like wanting Herradura, and putting ginger ale down your throat.
And then there had been the stuff with Layla - which had been nothing but a physically demanding job, like digging a trench or building a wall....
God, he felt like a louse for thinking like that - and he meant no disrespect to the Chosen. But at least it was fairly clear she was of a similar mind.
That was it for the last year. Just those two.
Nearly twelve months of nothing, and he hadn't been jerking off,