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gotten off twice today, danced my ass off, and had done a lot of walking. I was pretty tired.
    “I think you’re still into him,” Kevin said as I stood and stripped off my shirt. I blinked and turned around to look at him.
    “What the hell, Kev? What does that mean?”
    Kevin shrugged. “He was the first love of your life, right?” I nodded slowly. “Well, he broke your heart when he bashed you when you came out. You punished him a couple years later, but you never really got over him. It’s simple, man. You’re still into him. It was like Angelina. She cheated on me freshman year. You remember?” I nodded again. “But even after I broke it off with her in front of everybody, I wasn’t satisfied, not until I had her back. It was love, man.”
    I gave a strangled laugh. “Are you telling me that I should date Tommy Johnson? I’m sure that would go over very well.” I tried to play how that conversation would go. Even if we got past our problems with one another, we’d still be faced with the inevitable “meeting the parents” part. I could just imagine how that would go. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Johnson. Yes, yes. I was the one who your son was sucking off in the locker room his freshman year. Yep. That’s me. Didn’t he look gorgeous with a mouthful of dick? I’m sure the people who followed your blog really enjoyed his display. God knows, I did .
    “I’m saying get him out of your system one way or another, J. You’re holding a torch for this guy, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why.” Kevin stood and stretched. I glanced at the Erwin High wall clock. It was nearly 2:00 a.m. Yikes. “Okay, I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” He waved and retreated to his room. I did the same.
    I couldn’t help but lie awake for a few minutes afterward, though, contemplating the relationship that should have been. If Tommy hadn’t been such a jerk, and if I hadn’t been such a revenge-seeking bastard, how would we have ended up? Would we be the gay version of Kevin and Angelina? We’d never even gone on a date, but I remembered the day clearly. We’d just won the first game in the playoffs at home. It was later than usual, and I was waiting for Kevin and the twins to get done with all their jock-type crap so we could go hit an after party.
     
     
    I TURNED my head in time to see him coming out of the locker room. He had on his khaki pants and a mesh white jersey. It was see-through, something he was meant to wear over his pads, but he was apparently sporting it as casual wear. I could see the lines of his chest and even his dusky nipples through the sheer fabric, and I’d gone instantly rock hard. I winced and bent down, pretending to tie my shoelaces in an effort to hide my knee-jerk reaction.
    “Hey, Jason,” he said, his white-sneakered feet stopping about a foot from me. The position put me kneeling at his feet like he was some kind of high school god, but what could I do? I couldn’t stand up. He’d already proven himself to be a grade-A asswipe when it came to boys who liked other boys, so it wasn’t a good idea to show him the rager he’d just given me in the middle of the hallway. Kevin wasn’t there to bloody his nose this time. I looked up into his near-perfect face and felt a mixture of dread and reluctant, hopeful interest.
    “Hey,” I replied. He looked nervous for some reason. It was really hot to see him looking like he was chewing on more than a math problem.
    “Can I talk to you for a second?”
    I glanced around the empty hallway. “Yep.” I waited for him to say more, but he just sighed and made a noise of irritation.
    “Alone?”
    I blinked. “We are alone.”
    “I mean, really alone, like, not likely to be interrupted alone.” He pointed to a nearby classroom, which had been used earlier as an afterschool meeting room for the cheerleaders but had since settled into darkness. “The door’s unlocked,” he added. How in the world would he know