Reason and his own sexuality came back to Kellan as swiftly as they had fled him. He recoiled and scooted a few inches away. “I don’t—um, haha, er—”
“Do you want me?”
Kellan’s mouth went dry. He dared to make eye contact again. Casey was living up to his stage name. Everything about him was so soft and sweet and tantalizing, but inside…Kellan wondered how hard Casey was right now. He might not be as hard as Kellan, but Kellan was hard enough he was starting not to care about anything else.
“Kellan, do you want me?”
“Y-Yes, but I’m—you know I’m—”
“Straight? Yeah, I know.” Casey closed the distance between them. Putting his hand on Kellan’s thigh, he leaned in and said in his most effeminate voice, “For the next fifteen minutes, we can either pretend you’re not, or than I’m not a man. Your choice.”
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