Wren wondered how to even have a normal conversation with Devin, or if he had ever had one before. Now that he thought about it, the only real back-and-forth discussion they’d ever had was over things like whether they should go the baths together or invite a third, or fourth, guy back to Devin’s apartment when they were out at a bar. The single weightiest debate they’d ever had was Devin asking if he could fist Wren.
The answer had been no.
But how would Wren ask this huge favor? He drew a blank when he tried to remember if the pair of them had everhad a conversation that didn’t revolve around sex.
“So?” Devin prompted. “You want to come over and feel my man meat driving deep inside your sweet ass?” Devin chuckled. “Seriously, bro, what’s goin’ on? You’re very quiet this morning.”