“Okay.” Asher wet his lips and narrowed his eyes at the car ahead of him. “He’d probably upload it to the internet anyhow. Can you imagine?”

“He said no phones or videos.”

“Did he? Huh.”

“Ash, I don’t want to be his live porn show.”

“I know. Me either.”

We drove several blocks before Asher said, “But would you let me fuck you? I mean, just us. You and me. The real thing. I-I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. I kinda wanna.”

“Um… Maybe not a great conversation when we’re five minutes from the restaurant. Remember my boner issue?”

“Right. Okay.”

He drove more. Changed lanes. Pulled into the private parking lot, found a spot, and killed the engine. Then he shifted and looked at me. “But I’d top, right?”

“No, Ash. You’d be my bottom bitch, and I’d fuck that virgin ass so hard you’d be walking funny for a week. Everyone would know you’d turned to dick. It’s the rite of passage for every gay man. It’s in the pamphlet. Didn’t you get the ‘Gone Gay for You’ pamphlet? Read it. Five paragraphs down, under ‘What to expect the first time your brother fucks you.’”

He paled, and I rolled my eyes. “Oh my God, I’m kidding. Relax. Can we go eat and talk about anal sex later?”

He nodded.

Halfway to the front doors, Asher grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. When I turned, he blurted, “I changed my mind. I’d fuck you in front of Jay for ten grand if you needed the money. And you do need the money. Just saying. I’d want to practice a bit first without an audience since I’m, like you put it, an ass virgin, but I’d do it. Don’t dismiss it outright. This could be the answer to getting out of this hole you’re in. Okay, enough said, let’s drop it and forget I just offered to fuck you in front of an audience. Wow. This is my life now. I hear the words as I’m saying them, but they don’t feel real, you know? Yeah … anyhow—”

He spun on the heels of his fancy loafers and darted for the doors, leaving me sputtering in a cloud of confusion. When did I land in this alternate dimension of twincest and exhibitionism? Asher said it best. Was this really our life now?

The last thing I wanted to think about was putting on a show for Jay and his husband—or Asher fucking me. My blood left my head and drained to other, more needy areas at just the thought.