sent the picture on purpose, of course. He thought that the pretext
that he had set up for the “accident” had been pretty clever, but
it had been no accident. After all the conversations he’d had with
Ryder as Katie, all the intimate talks that they’d had, all the
intimate photos that Ryder had sent him – Jake
must have the greatest collection of dick pics that weren’t his own
of any heterosexual man in America – Jake had to admit that
something was going on in his head.
Katie, Jake had discovered that maybe Ryder had a
certain curiosity about him. About how they stacked
up against each other. Jake had thought that was pretty funny, and as
Katie, he encouraged it. But as the photos kept coming, and as Katie
– fairly successfully, it seemed – fanned the fires of Ryder’s
curiosity into something that he might actually want to act on, Jake
had realized an unintended side effect: he’d gotten his own damn
self curious, too.
the photos, he was pretty sure he would win. But perspective being
what it was – and camera phone quality being what it was
– he had to admit that “pretty sure” was not 100%. It had
started really getting into his head lately, and he’d found himself
stealing glimpses in the locker room. Not cool. And not helpful,
either; the glimpses were too fast and, anyway, who cared about
their soft size difference.
Jake had to admit that he did
and that he really wanted to have Ryder beat both ways. But having
him beat hard was, at least, more important.)
while Ryder had expressed interest to Katie, even as her, Jake had
been unable to actually goad him into actually going for it until
this perfect plan had arisen. He grinned to himself and he jogged up
Ryder’s block from the busstop and knocked on the door.