I admitted. My ankles both stung, but it’d go away.
“Poor baby,” Wes teased, leaning in and brushing a kiss over my cheek. “Should’ve shown him your dick,” he said.
I blinked at him. “What? Why?”
Wes shrugged. “Well, if he really did think you were a threat to his little duck harem, your dick would’ve proved you weren’t. It’s way too small for a duck.”
I blinked again.
“Ducks are hung!” Wes said, laughing. “They have the biggest dick-to-body-length ratio in the animal kingdom. You have absolutely no chance with the hens, sorry.”
Still blinking.
“Did you want me to introduce you to Mr. Killer Duck over there, then?” I asked. “Since he’s apparently got a huge dick.”
“His name is Count Duckula,” Wes said, with a lot more dignity than that name should’ve allowed for. “And he has anger management issues.”
“How do you know his name?” I asked. This afternoon had been so weird, and the day had started out so normal.
Wes shrugged again. “Talked to the owners while you were on your little egg hunt. You know they’ll just sell you a dozen eggs, right? Collect-your-own is for kids.”
My mouth fell open.
“Why didn’t you say something?” I asked, stunned that I’d just been through all that needlessly.
“You seemed so enthusiastic about going,” Wes said, putting a hand on my arm. “I didn’t wanna spoil your fun.”
“That was not fun.”
Wes made a sympathetic noise, squeezing my arm. “But it’s a great story, and you’re okay. Right? You are okay?”
“I’m okay,” I admitted, grudgingly. “Probably psychologically scarred for life. But okay.”
“Good,” he said. “Boyfriend?”
Oh. He heard that.
“Umm. That, I… I was just… saying it to the duck, but, uh, if you were okay with that…” I scratched the back of my neck. “Yeah?”
Wes snorted, darting in and kissing my cheek again, sliding the hand on my arm down to link our fingers together. “I think you’d make a great boyfriend,” Wes said.
“Good.” I sighed, relieved. “Good, great. So. Boyfriends?”
“Boyfriends.” Wes grinned at me. “C’mon, let’s head home.”
“Wait,” I said, disentangling myself from Wes’s grip. I didn’t want to let go of him, but there was something I had to do.
I headed back to the gate, stepping on the bottom crossbar so I could peer over it.
My arch nemesis, Count Duckula, was still on the other side, beady eyes glistening malevolently in the failing sunlight.
“Did you hear that, you little shit?” I asked. “I have a boyfriend.”
Wes burst into laughter behind me and didn’t stop all the way to the car, but he held my hand again, so I figured I’d won this round.
25
Wes
I couldn’t help laughing as Hayden followed me onto the bed, naked, stealing a kiss while he was distracted by being suddenly tangled in the sheets, heart so full with joy it could’ve burst.
Today had been a good day, duck terrorism aside.
“I made you dinner,” Hayden murmured against my mouth. “You have to tell me what song you lost your virginity to.”
I’d been hoping he’d forget about that.
Blood rushed to my face as I realized that I was going to have to tell him, and I couldn’t come up with a convincing lie.
“You sure you wanna know?” I asked. “Might change your view of me forever.”
“I told you mine,” Hayden said. “Can’t be worse than that.”
“You say that, but…”
Hayden’s face softened. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he said, so sincere it made my heart ache.
Who could ever hurt this sweet, kind, generous man? I couldn’t imagine it.
“It was Darren Hayes’ Insatiable,” I admitted.
Hayden’s eyes widened.
“Oh my god. Could you have picked a gayer song?” he asked.
“Are you calling me gay? Because I can feel your hard-on, mister.”
“I’m calling you gay,” Hayden said.
“I’m bi,” I pointed out.
“Really bi.” Hayden grinned. “You’re not the only one who can feel things.”
“Shut up,” I said, blushing down to my collarbones.
“No, I love it.” Hayden bent down to peck my lips. “I love it. Andre was right though, you are a bottom with a song like that.”
“He specifically talks about topping in the song!” I said.
Andre was right, but that wasn’t the point.
“Do you wanna top?” Hayden asked, and the rest of my objections evaporated all at once, but not before tying my tongue into a knot.
“I… that… I mean, I…”
“No pressure,” Hayden murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Normally, I didn’t. I was perfectly happy with the way we’d been doing things, I liked Hayden’s cock, and I liked the way he made me feel wanted and cared for.
But there was