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at being woken up so rudely, going to their mini fridge and taking out a half-empty bottle of orange juice and guzzling it.
    “How was your night?” Carey asked neutrally. Jase gave him a strange look, then tossed the orange juice bottle in the trash.
    “Fine. Why?”
    “What did you do?”
    “Why the third degree, Everett?” Jase snapped. “I went out, got laid. What did you do?”
    Carey grinned. “The same.”
    Jase rolled his eyes. “So we both got some satisfaction. Can I go back to bed now?”
    “And I had sex with a woman. How about you?”
    Jase froze in the act of climbing back into his narrow bed, and he turned and sat heavily on the edge of it, his face white. “What?”
    “We saw you last night, Jase,” Carey grated. “Outside that bar. You need to be more careful, man. You were in full view of anyone walking by.”
    Jase scrubbed his hands over his face, his eyes stricken. “Who were you with? Did anyone else see?”
    “Just Rhiannon. And she thought it was fucking hot.” Carey grinned briefly before advancing on Jase. “What the fuck were you thinking, Jase? If it had been anybody else but me, your career would be over. Ever heard of DADT?” he finished sarcastically.
    “I was drunk, man,” Jase muttered. “We were going back to his place and—well, you don’t need details.”
    “Fuck right I don’t. I saw enough.”
    “We didn’t fuck against the wall in the middle of the sidewalk!” Jase shot back defensively. “We just got sidetracked for a minute.”
    “Jesus, Jase.”
    “What are you gonna do, Carey?” Jase asked.
    “I’m not gonna turn your dumb ass in, if that’s what you’re asking,” Carey shouted. “Thanks a lot for the trust, man. I don’t care who you fuck, I just don’t want you to get caught doing it!”
    They stared at each other for a tense minute before Carey blew out a breath and said quietly, “I didn’t even know you were gay.”
    “I’m not” was Jase’s surprising answer.
    “Then why—”
    “Listen, Carey. I’m open-minded when it comes to who I’m attracted to. I met that guy at a party last week, you know, the one I went to with Linda?”
    Carey nodded. Linda was a girl Jase saw off and on, and Carey knew they slept together occasionally, just fuck-buddy type stuff.
    “We got to talking, and there was something there, you know? A spark? He actually is gay, and he wanted to take me dancing. So we went to a bar that he knew of, the one you saw us at. Damn, I can’t believe—a fucking close call, man.”
    “No shit. And I’m not gonna report anything, dude. I’d never do that. I just wanted to tell you to be more careful next time.”
    “Noted,” Jase said. “And thanks, Carey.” He stood up and laced his fingers behind his head, pacing restlessly back and forth, working off the adrenaline of the scare.
    Carey couldn’t help but trace his eyes over Jase’s body. “So you and that guy—”
    “Fucked?” Jase’s voice was full of laughter. “Well, he fucked me . I would have returned the favor, but we both passed out.”
    “Jesus,” Carey breathed, his face beet red. “How does that even work? Oh God, forget I asked that. I don’t wanna know.”
    Jase waggled his eyebrows, the tension in the room fully dissipated. “It works very well. Want me to show you?”
    “No!” Carey put his palms out, backing up. “No thanks. I’ll just—leave that here.” He fled back to his girlfriend to the sound of Jase’s delighted laughter.
     
     
    C AREY WAS jolted out of his reverie as Jase tossed his phone on the table and plopped down in his seat, taking a huge slug of orange juice. Just then their server appeared with plates piled high with steaming pancakes slathered with butter and hot maple syrup.
    The girls who had been flirting with Jase walked by on the sidewalk yet again, their eyes widening and their giggles intensifying when they caught sight of Carey, and Carey could hear their whispers clearly. “Oh my God, they’re