Chapter 26

“Are you going to wash your face?” Danny asked by way of an answer.

“I dunno,” Ashok said with a shrug. “I kinda want to fuck you in face. You don’t think that would be at least kind of hot?”

Danny shrugged, too. He didn’t want to say “No,” but found that he couldn’t say “Yes.”

“It’s just a costume,” Ashok said, reading his face and his rigid body language.

“I know,” Danny said. “If you were the lobster mascot of a fast food place, I wouldn’t want you to fuck me in that.”

“Don’t lie,” Ashok teased. “You know you want to be fucked by a giant foam lobster that smells like the hundred guys who wore it before me.”

“I mean, if those are my only two choices…” Danny said. His tone was light—he wasn’t trying to start anything—but he just wasn’t stirred by the duality in Ashok’s proposal. “I don’t want to say I’m into it when I’m not, is all,” he eventually admitted.