Page 65 of All That History
We sat, the silence laced with shared amusement, for a moment.
“Do you actually have sex?”I blurted out.Then blushed, as if the words were as much a surprise to my ears as to Flynn’s.
“What do you mean?”
It was an awkward shrug.“Like, do you only ever like to watch?Or do you...y’know.”
For a moment, it seemed like he wasn’t going to answer.
“I don’t just watch,” Flynn said, finally.“That was more like...a test.”
“Of restraint,” I supplied, thinking back to the conversations we’d had before.
“Something like that,” he agreed.“Self-control.Being able to prove to myself that I could resist temptation.”
“Like the temptation of having sex with William.”
Flynn laughed.“Like the temptation of you, Oli.”
“Oh,” I said, softly, “that.I guess you won, anyway.”
“How?”
I couldn’t help myself, I had to turn and look at him.So much packed into that one word, one syllable.I needed to see the expression on his face, the confusion there.
“You turned me down,” I reminded him.Careful to keep my tone measured, not to sound bitter or annoyed.“Your ability to resist is undefeated.”
“Ah.”He snorted, but it was only a scant murmur of a noise.Barely more than a sigh.“That wasn’t about the same restraint, not really.”
It felt like a challenge to stare at him, but the idea of not getting an explanation felt even worse.
“I didn’t want to cheat,” Flynn said.“I was...I mean, I thought that William and I had an agreement.One that, frankly, I already felt like I’d pushed him into.I couldn’t just turn around and do something with you, knowing all that.”
“So it was better to watch me fuck your boyfriend?”I genuinely didn’t understand, the logic of it was just lost on me.
“Does everything you do make perfect sense?”
I ignored the sharpness in his voice.Or, more accurately, I decided there was little reason to be cowed by it.
“If we make a list of fucked-up decisions, who do you think is going to end up ahead?”
Flynn laughed.A loud, almost happy guffaw.“I forgot how competitive you were.You’d always get angry when you lost a game, when we were little kids.”
“I was magnanimous in defeat,” I told him, sniffily.
Another laugh.“The word you’re looking for is ‘grudging,’ and you’ve not changed a bit.”
“Ridiculous,” I muttered.
He shook his head at my stubbornness.Then leaned over, so that he could elbow me in the side.“Well, I guess one thing has changed, since you were little.”
I rolled my eyes.“Did you seriously just segue from me being a moody little brat, to my dick?”
“I do seem to have seen it quite a lot, recently.”
“Only because I was drafted in, like some sort of service top.”
“I’ll leave you a glowing review,” Flynn promised.
