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to be tied up or blindfolded. Would make him want to push Sean’s knees up around his ears so Austin could rim him until Sean begged to be fucked. Would make Austin consider showing Sean exactly what he liked to do with the dildo he kept in the box of off-season clothes under his bed.
    It was sort of embarrassing, realizing that no matter how grown up and experienced he’d thought himself to be, in reality, he’d barely dipped his toe in the water. He might have started having sex when he was fifteen—because even Vinnie had wanted to know what getting his dick sucked felt like and trading occasional blowjobs had been their entrée to sex—but he hadn’t advanced much further down the road of sexual exploration than the end of his driveway.
    And he’d thought he was content with his own sex life. Aside from the too-occasional nature of their hookups, Austin, if asked, would have said they’d been having pretty good sex over the years, even if most of it was at least slightly tipsy sex. Or drunk sex, if Austin wanted a hope of getting Vinnie to fuck him.
    Oh, how wrong he’d been.
    * * * * *
    “Where are you going?”
    Vinnie snapping at him was nothing new, especially when Vinnie was stressing about having a paper due. As smart as he was, writing didn’t come easy to Vinnie, and he worked long hours over his paper to make sure he didn’t sound like, as he put it, “a high-school sophomore who forgot what his essay topic was thirty-seven paragraphs ago.”
    So Austin didn’t take it personally when Vinnie wrinkled up his nose and grilled him about the tail end of the conversation Austin and Rafi had been having when Vinnie returned late one night from another long library session.
    “Camping.”
    “Camping? With who? When?”
    He couldn’t have said why he didn’t just answer with Sean’s name. Maybe because Vinnie clearly had the red-hot poker of nosiness up his ass at the moment, and Austin didn’t feel like getting grilled about who the hell is Sean? for the next half hour.
    “Art department outing. Soon.”
    When Rafi stared at him, Austin shook his head. He’d already mentioned Sean to Rafi, and the lie lifted his friend’s eyebrows high.
    Vinnie’s snort of disbelief spoke volumes about his opinion of the camping skills of a bunch of artists. As if Austin wasn’t capable of whipping any group into shape in ten minutes or less.
    Austin made a mental note to take it out on Vinnie during practice tomorrow morning.
    “Don’t get lost,” was Vinnie’s parting shot as he closed the door to his room.
    “I didn’t want to get into it with him,” Austin said, waving his hand at Vinnie’s bedroom door. “You know how he gets.”
    “A yard and a half up your asshole? Yeah, I know that feeling,” Rafi said ruefully. Vinnie’s dislike of conflict in the boat meant that any time Rafi and Denny were irritated with each other, Vinnie was the busybody who demanded they work it out before driving everyone else crazy.
    That everyone else rolled their eyes harder at Vinnie’s nosiness than they did at Rafi and Denny’s occasional bickering was one of those things that slid right by Vincent in his one-track-mind focus on building his professional credentials before graduation.
    “Yeah, well, I don’t feel like getting into it right now.”
    “Don’t blame you.” Rafi settled back into the corner of the couch, head propped on a pillow, book on his chest. When he spoke again, it was clear that he was only pretending to read. “So. Sean.”
    Austin stared up at the ceiling and heaved a put-upon sigh.
    “Yes. Sean.”
    Five minutes later.
    “Been seeing a lot of that guy lately.”
    “No comment.”
    Ten minutes after that.
    “I’m just saying…”
    Before Rafi could say whatever he was “just saying”, Austin caved, whipping his paintbrush to the floor, leaving a smear of Payne’s gray that was going to provoke another lecture from Vinnie if he didn’t wipe it up before it dried.
    “Oh my