“Except instead of sworn enemies, we’re secret lovers,” he proposed. “Huh? Huh?”
By the second nudge and the second “Huh,” I agreed with a smile, “Okay,” and a kiss upon his cheek after hopping down off the barstool.
There were signs. One side of the room was Bottoms, the other Tops. Adam went the way of the tops, leaving me, as Billy, to mingle with the other bottoms as we waited for our Cutest Couple question papers. Technically, Casey and I could have switched, as we often switched positions while f*****g. In all ways other than s****l, he was dominant, though, and I was passive, as evidenced by the fact I was about to claim an identity not my own while standing around a public bar in undershorts after shaking my moneymaker for a roomful of gays despite the fact I had more money than
