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got hurt?
    Considering we’ve both seen this movie so many times we could practically recite it verbatim,
    Joe is paying unusually close attention. I keep pressing. “So you taking care of me… is that because
    of guilt?”
    “God, no.” Now Joe looks genuinely horrified, and I breathe a little easier. I hate to think the last
    few days have been about Joe trying to ease a guilty conscience. “You’re my best friend—I told you,
    I’d do anything for you.”
    “Anything?” I stretch my legs out and put my feet in Joe’s warm lap. “I don’t suppose you give
    foot massages.” I feel a bit guilty for milking the near-death thing, but then Joe wraps his big hands
    around my foot, digs his thumb deep into my arch, and I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning.
    Who knew I was such a foot slut? I can feel the heat rising in my face and spreading down my body.
    My dick twitches and starts to stiffen, and I try to subtly rearrange the thin blanket so that it’s not so
    noticeable. God, I can’t believe I’m so turned on by a foot rub. “Joe?” I whisper. “You, uh, you ever
    think about us?”
    The hand on my foot pauses. Joe won’t look at me. “Sure. Right now I’m thinking that I need to
    get a new friend because this one talks too much.”
    “Ha ha. Not what I meant, but nice deflection.” I shift my right foot so that it nestles boldly in his
    crotch to make my meaning clear. “Do you ever think about you and me… together? Having sex?” Joe
    sucks in a breath and his cock hardens beneath my foot. “Was that a ‘yes’? It feels like a ‘yes’.”
    “I wouldn’t do—I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.”
    “Do I look uncomfortable?” I stroke his thickening bulge with my toes, rubbing a little firmer
    now. “You know I can always tell when you’re lying, right?”
    “Jesus, Adam, what are you doing?” Joe is struggling to get a grip on the situation, but I also feel
    what I am doing to him.
    “You haven’t answered my question yet.”
    Joe finally grabs my foot and holds it still, but doesn’t push it away I notice. “What the fuck are
    you doing, Adam? You’re straight.” He sounds angry, but it is fear I see in his eyes. It’s a shock to see
    my usually cool and confident friend so ruffled.
    “Not so much,” I confess.
    Those thick, expressive brows draw together in confusion. “So what? You hit your head and
    suddenly like guys now? It doesn’t work like that Adam.”
    “Yeah, I know, Jo-ey,” I snap. Why does he have to make this so difficult? “Don’t you think it’s
    time we both stopped hiding?” I slip my other foot beneath his shirt and raise it just enough to get a
    good view of the trail of dark hair that rises from his navel and spreads out across his chest. “Nice. I
    like a hairy chest. It’s a shame so many guys shave.”
    Joe just gapes at me, speechless as his cheeks turn pink. So I push on. “Do you think about me
    when you’re with them—all your boyfriends? Do you wish it was me instead?”
    “Stop it,” he chokes. His eyes are dark and wet and he takes a shuddering breath. “Yes, okay.
    Yes, I think about it.” He looks ashamed, and I want so much to tell him he doesn’t have to be.
    Instead, with a suddenness that surprises even me, I throw a leg over Joe’s lap and straddle him,
    pinning him to the couch. My ribs scream in protest at the sudden movement. “Jesus, shit, fuck!” I
    have to breathe shallowly for a minute. “Shit,” I say once the worst of the pain has ebbed. “That went
    a bit smoother in my head.”
    “Adam, what the hell—?”
    Before I can change my mind, before the pain in my body surpasses the adrenaline rushing
    through it right now, I’m kissing him. Kissing Joe . There’s no finesse to it. It’s sloppy and desperate
    and probably the worst kiss he’s ever received. Right now, I’m sure he’s thinking his best friend is a
    total loser—at the very least, an incompetent lover. The