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We both fell quiet as Cam brought out our food, but as soon as we’d scarfed half down, we went right back to the subject at hand, adding to our list, which mostly meant Jesse barking out ideas as they came to him and me shushing him when he got too loud and nearby patrons stared.

“We could just shoot it in a bed.”

Jesse stared at me aghast, as if I’d suggested tying him to a pole and flogging him. No, actually, he might have liked that.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed blandly. “That sounds great. We’ll just get naked and get under the covers and I’ll jack you off. How titillating. I’m nodding off already.” He rested his head against the back of the booth and started snoring. I was just about to throw something at him when he popped his eyes open. “That’s boring and beds are for couples.”

“Seems to work pretty well for Max and Tomás.” I’d subscribed to their OnlyFans recently to see what kind of content they produced after they’d left a comment on one of my videos. “They have a ton of subscribers, and they’re always getting tips.”

“Yeah, but they show their faces, and they’re a real couple. That’s the thrill, see? A peek inside someone’s actual bedroom. We’ve got to deliver fantasy. But don’t worry, I think we’ll have enough. Now it’s just a matter of choosing which one to start with first.” He set aside the notepad and leaned forward, taking a long suck from his shake, wincing at the brain freeze, and then fixing me with a sober expression. “Something you should know…”

“STI’s, yeah, for sure. I’m good. I was checked recently.” I’d thought of that immediately.

“Okay, yeah, that. And same.” He chuckled. “Just a warning: I’m pretty good at sex. All forms. So, like, don’t go getting attached or anything.”

I stared at him, trying to determine whether he was serious or not. “Anyone who’s good at sex doesn’t need to advertise it,” I said, echoing what he’d said to me in the kitchen about dick size weeks before.

Jesse threw his head back and laughed. “God, okay. Well done.”

An hour later as we strolled through the aisles of Food Mart tossing items in our cart, I was still trying to determine whether or not he’d been serious about his sexual prowess. “What makes you think you’re so good at sex? Has someone told you that? Scored you on a scale I’ve never heard of? Or is it just a gut instinct?” Also, why couldn’t I get it out of my head?

Jesse chuckled. “I was messing with you. I mean, I think I’m pretty decent in the sack and have been told as much—though sometimes it’s hard to determine what’s genuine and what’s just someone babbling while their brains are being sucked out. But the getting attached part was just me teasing you.”

He grabbed a package of Oreos off the shelf and tossed them in the air. “Catch!” he cried with a grin.

I scrambled to snatch the package before it hit the floor, then flourished it in his direction. “Reflexes, baby. Are we actually getting this?”

“Yep.” Jesse whipped out his phone and scrolled as I tossed the Oreos into the cart. A pensive frown tugged his brows together. “Tomorrow through Friday all work for me.”

It took me a second to catch up to the conversation. Fuck, we were really going to do this. “Okay, ummm, how about Thursday, then.” I probably needed a day to mentally prep myself.

“Good idea.”

Jesse hedged. “I do think having a loose plan or script would probably be better than just trying to jump in. How’re your acting skills?”

“Shitty. When you hear people say they were assigned to play the tree in the school play? I was that kid. Yours?”

Jesse seesawed his hand. “They’re decent. I was a flying monkey in our high school play ofWizard of Oz, which is basically a step above a tree, but you better believe I worked it.”

I tossed a bag of bread in the cart. “Okay, so a scene from our list. Maybe we should start with something easy to set up?” I racked my brain. “Maybe we should try the roommates who help each other out in the bathroom one.” I cleared my throat awkwardly and wished the action would reset my misfiring libido. “And then…” I spangled my fingers. “Stuff.”

Jesse nodded with conviction. “That’s perfect.”

14

Jesse

Isat through every class Thursday with a nervous stomach, like I was going on a first date. Actually, there’d probably be more foreplay involved than some of the first—and often last—dates I’d been on. I reminded myself this was a transaction with a definitive goal on both our parts. It would be a hot and enjoyable way to spend an afternoon, but I didn’t want to give it more weight than it warranted. No-strings-attached hedonism was, after all, what my senior year was supposed to be about, after all.

Still, when I stepped through the front door and caught sight of Sam’s huge-ass Nikes abandoned near the couch, I forgot to be irritated that he’d left them out, and instead an electric thrill shot through me at what was to come. I liked sex, who didn’t? And sex with someone you cared about was awesome and fantastic but also? Sex for sex’s sake could be just as dandy. Even more so when it came with a few dollar signs after it and a big, fat cock.

Freshman-year Jesse would’ve been horrified. Freshman-year Jesse had believed in hearts, flowers, and unicorns. Senior-year Jesse knew that unicorns took shits just like any other horse.

I snickered to myself as I climbed the stairs.

“Sam?” Ew. Why did my voice sound so reedy? I glanced at my watch. Right on time.

“Yup,” he called out. His bedroom door was open, and the bathroom door was cracked, too. I dropped my backpack off in my bedroom and allowed myself a quiet, two-minute freak-out.