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  “Gay chicken,” Duke whispered, leaning in. The idea was for two guys to get as close to kissing as they could. The one to pull away first was the loser. Duke always won because he was a fierce competitor where any sport was concerned—be it soccer, baseball, basketball, football, table tennis…or gay chicken.

  “Come on, Duke, stop it,” Mav murmured as his roommate got closer and closer. He could see the little gold and green flecks in Duke’s chocolate brown eyes, could smell the faintly spicy aftershave he wore and under it, the warm scent of his skin.

  “Can’t stop unless you give,” Duke murmured, moving in. “Gotta play to win, Mav. And you know I always win.”

  Mav sighed, still looking deeply into his best friend’s eyes. For some reason it reminded him of the picture he’d seen on the website of the two guys looking at each other. “Yeah, you always have to win, fag,” he muttered, not sure if he was angry or…something else. By now his cock had gone from half-hard to full-alert status and he didn’t dare move. Or maybe he didn’t want to? It was all very confusing. He’d never let Duke’s mouth get this close to his own before. Always in the past he’d pulled away, turned his head, admitting that the game was getting to be too much for him, too intense. But this time he felt frozen in time and space, helpless to do anything but watch his best friend’s infuriatingly handsome face get closer.

  Duke’s warm pink lips brushed his gently at first and then more firmly. He held the kiss for a long, breathless moment before pulling back a fraction of an inch. “Who’s a fag now?” His deep voice was low and intimate. “Do you give, roomie?”

  Mav felt like someone had stuck a lighting rod down the front of his pants and sent a bolt of electricity straight through his cock. What the hell was wrong with him? Duke’s posturing and games had never affected him this way before. Well, not until recently, anyway. He thought again about jumping off the couch and running up to his room. But that would look weird and besides, his hard-on would be way too obvious, even if he moved fast. He was stuck, pinned to the couch.

  “What are you gonna do if I don’t give?” he asked, hating the rough, breathless tone in his own voice.

  “Maybe nothing. Maybe this.” Duke leaned forward again. This time when their mouths met Mav felt something warm and wet brush against the seam of his lips. His tongue, he realized, a shiver running through him. Damn, he’s actually licking me!

  He opened his mouth to protest and suddenly Duke’s tongue was right there, probing delicately between his lips, forcing him to react.

  Without knowing why he was doing it, Mav reached up and took a handful of his best friend’s spiky blond hair. Pulling Duke closer, he pressed his own tongue deep into the warm, luscious mouth covering his own. Duke tasted like cinnamon and beer and heat. He tasted delicious.

  Then Duke was pulling away abruptly, pretending to spit and wipe his mouth. “Dude, you kissed me! You were actually frenching me or some shit!”

  Mav frowned. “That’s what you get, asshole. Do you give?” he asked, trying to cover his own confusion. What just happened? Did I kiss him? What the hell?

  Duke scowled. “Damn it, Mav. I never lose at gay chicken.”

  “Maybe because I always let you win.” Mav held his best friend’s gaze with his own, refusing to look away.

  “I think you better give, Duke. Unless you want to be getting a whole lot gayer than you ever have before.” Ethan’s dry voice pulled Mav back to the present. The other man was still sitting in the wicker chair, watching them. But for a moment Mav had completely forgotten there was anyone else in the room but him and his best friend.

  “Huh?” Duke looked slightly confused, as if the kiss had caught him unawares too. Which it shouldn’t have since he’d initiated it, Mav thought half angrily.

  “I said, I don’t think your boy Maverick is going to back down this time.” Ethan grinned. “So unless you want to bend over and let him fuck you to prove how extremely ungay you are, I think we have a new reigning champ of gay chicken. And on that note…” He stood and stuffed the iPhone in his pocket. “I think I better get going. Ev wants me to go to brunch with him and his mom. I’m not looking forward to it.” He made a face.

  “Uh, sure. Okay.” Duke still sounded dazed but at least he’d stood up from the couch, putting some distance between himself and Mav. “See ya, Eeth. Thanks for comin’ by.”

  “Talk to you later, straight boy.” Ethan gave them one last searching look before letting himself out of the apartment’s front door.

  “Uh, well, I gotta go. Gotta…get something in my room.” Duke nodded vaguely in the direction of his bedroom.

  “Sure. See ya.” Mav nodded, feeling a strange mixture of relief and disappointment that his annoying best friend was finally getting out of his personal space. But as Duke turned to go, something caught Mav’s eye. There was a definite bulge in the crotch of his roommate’s jeans.

  Duke was hard too.

  Chapter Two

  Maverick shifted in his bed and sighed. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a different grip on his cock. Big, round, full tits. Tight pink nipples. Wet, hot pussy… He rubbed harder but it wasn’t happening—despite how achingly hard he’d been earlier sitting on the couch with Duke, now that he was in a position to do something about it, his cock was only at half-mast.

  Frustrated, he opened his eyes and glared at the ceiling. Damn it, what was wrong with him? He’d been lying here for what felt like hours, trying to get off so he could get a good night’s sleep. It was his usual routine because jerking off put him out like a light. It was better than a sleeping pill as far as Mav was concerned but tonight he just couldn’t seem to manage it. He had an organic chem test tomorrow that was going to kick his ass if he didn’t get some shuteye, but his usual library of mental images—most of them consisting of hot girls in little or no clothing—just wasn’t working tonight. Instead he kept thinking about what had happened with Duke on the couch. That kiss—had it been a kiss? If not, what the hell was it? What was going on? Because this was definitely not the first weird incident that had taken place between them in the recent past. Even weirder than the way he and Duke shared a bed most nights which, to be honest, Mav had stopped thinking of as weird at all.

  Their sleeping arrangements had just happened so naturally it hadn’t seemed strange at the time, although he was aware of how odd it would look to an outsider. Not that anyone was ever going to find out. And if Mav didn’t want anyone knowing about his and Duke’s sleeping arrangements, he sure as hell didn’t want them knowing about what else had happened between them recently.

  Mav’s mind shied away from that thought—that memory. We were drunk that night. Well, Duke was, anyway. It doesn’t count.

  Except if it didn’t count, why couldn’t he stop thinking about it? And why was his cock suddenly rock hard when it had been like a piece of week-old celery a minute ago? Mav closed his eyes again and stroked, trying not to think about it, trying not to remember, but somehow the memory came to him anyway…

  ***

  “Dude, are you watching that one again?” Duke’s voice startled Mav, ruining his concentration on the scene playing out on the flat screen in front of him. He put down his beer and frowned at his roommate.

  “I like it. So?”

  “So it’s kinda gay, doncha think?” Duke grinned and plopped down beside him, close enough that his thigh rubbed against Mav’s.

  “It’s a girl giving two guys blowjobs.” Mav gestured at the screen in irritation. He’d been really getting off on the DVD called A Pole for Every Hole, which was by far his favorite in his roommate’s extensive collection and he didn’t like being interrupted. “What’s gay about that?” he demanded.

  “Well just look at them.” Duke gestured at the screen himself. “I mean, she’s sucking both of them off but like, at the same time. Their cocks are all rubbing together and shit while she licks them. You don’t think that’s gay?”

  Mav hunched his shoulders. As a matter of fact