“Now that you mention it,” I said, “it does. A little weird, but good.”
“I love you, Ian,” Randy said.
“That’s hardly news,” I said. “I love you too.”
“No, Ian,” he said. “That’s not quite what I meant. I love you in the way that most men love women.”
“You’re just hard up for affection.”
“Please don’t make fun of me,” he said. “I’m serious. I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, but I simply never figured it out before.”
Before I could speak, his lips found mine, and for some strange reason, I didn’t resist. When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, he said, “Can’t you feel it? I’m aroused, and I think you are too.”
I felt his hand groping between our bodies, and he continued, “You feel it too, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I do—in more ways than one.”