Ryder

Chapter 29

What the fuck was that? I come out of the bathroom, leaving Arch in there, and I don't know what came over him. One minute, I have him by the throat; the next, he punches me, then kisses me, then follows me into the fucking shower and, fuck, what the hell is he playing at?

I take a breath and get dressed quickly. I need to get out of this room. I head down to the bar, my mind reeling. I don't hate the guy, but I actually hate the guy, he makes my blood boil, and he's not even gay or fucking bi. He's straight as the day is long. I've seen him with the track bunnies draped all over him. He started that short-lived hate campaign against me being gay. I have a Jack and Coke and then another.

A hand presses to my shoulder, and I turn, expecting to see Arch, but it's Mouse.

"Hey." He smiles.

"Hey." I nod back.

He slides into the chair beside me and rests his hand on my leg. I could fuck him, I know I could. I'm wound up enough to. All that went on in the room left me fucking horny, to say the least, but I didn't want to push Arch too far. I wanted it to go slow for him, so he has time to process everything. I could fuck Mouse again, but I don't know. It feels different now, like I shouldn't if Arch wants to go further. I shouldn't really go fucking another guy.

What the hell am I thinking? Arch is just playing while he's away from home. He's not fucking gay. This is going to end so fucking badly. I can see it now, so I turn and smile at Mouse. I don't owe Arch anything. We're not together. We're barely even roommates at the minute.

Mouse's eyes light up when I turn to acknowledge him, and he gives me a wide smile. "Do you wanna come to my room?"

I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't, but my motherfucking balls are bluer than the ocean right now, and my dick likes the idea of throwing Mouse around again. He was a great little fast fuck. I wonder what I could do with a little more time. I smile, and his hand slides up my leg. I glance down at it. A cough rings out through the room.