The door slams closed behind us, and I shrug, adjusting the bag on my shoulder. “I mean, you could.” My cock hasn’t gotten any less hard with the walk out to our vehicles, and I don’t think it’s going to any time soon.

“No.”

“Come on, it doesn’t have to be weird,” I say as he tosses his bag into the back of his truck.

“It’s very weird.” I open my car door and toss my bag in before facing him to see a disgruntled look on his face. “Have you forgotten you’re straight?”

I shrug, grasping the back of my neck nervously because no, I haven’t forgotten that. “You’re my best friend. Always have been. Would it really be that weird? We love each other. You said you love me.” I point at him. “And I love you too.”

He groans, leaning against his truck. “It’s not the same thing.”

Again, I shrug, dropping my hand from my neck. “You’re also a virgin, probably because of the slim pickings around here, right?”

He cocks his head to the side, studying me carefully. “Uhhh . . .”

“Right.” I don’t wait for him to say anything else, thinking I’ve landed on a great plan. “You could get some gay-sex practice, and I can find out if I suck at sex. And if I do, I can improve. See? Win, win.”

His jaw is dropped now. “Win, win? Are you kidding?”

“No.” I shake my head, totally serious and now kind of excited about my plan. “It makes perfect sense. We trust each other more than anyone else. We can do this for each other, and it doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal, Kingston.” He seems irritated but not mad. “I don’t want to just do it to do it.”

“Come on, I’m hot, right? Not too bad to look at. You said my dick is nice,” I say, hopefully convincingly.

He laughs, pushing off his truck and shaking his head at me, but the irritation seems to be gone. “You’re insane. And yes, you’re hot, but you’re also straight, and I’m a guy. You’re into girls.”

I shrug. “You’re hot too. For a dude.”

He rolls his eyes at me, but it’s done fondly. Like maybe I’m just not totally understanding everything. “It’s not happening.”

“Oh, come on, Cam. This can totally work. It can help us both out.”

“No.” He walks to his driver’s-side door and pulls it open. “Drop it.”

He climbs in and shuts the door. I do the same, starting my car to follow him to his house.

But there’s no way I’m going to drop it like he said.

It’s just too perfect.

16. Camden

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