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t was frantic.
    The bedroom door shot open, the hostess—Edie? Edna?—halting in her tracks when she saw us.
    “Oh. That explains so much,” she said, drawing out her words. Within a second three faces appeared over her shoulder, gawking. Then ten. Then too many.  
    “Ooh, they’re into each other? I love male-male romance novels. T his is like having one come to life!” someone called out.  
    One of the women reached into her purse and pulled out a thick wad of dollars. “How much to watch you two go at it?” she shouted.
    “This is so much better than the M/M YouPorn channel!” another chirped.
    Soon the hostess was taking money from eight thousand hands, and held a stack of dollars bigger than my cock.
    Which meant it was substantial .
    This all happened in a matter of twenty seconds, during which I peeled myself off Trevor’s back, the slick visco s ity of our well-oiled skin making the m otion more sensual than I ever— ever —wanted to feel.
    With him .
    “We’re not gay,” T revor protested, standing up and revealing a candy cane that begged to argue the opposite.
    All eyes tilted down to observe his crotch.
    “And the part of Pinocchio will be played by....” the hostess murmured.
    “ I knew the stockings were hung on Christmas Eve, but it turns out lots of things are hung on this magical night,” someone else said with a low whistle.  
    More cash started flying into the room.
    “ Seriously not gay!” I shouted, adrenaline flooding my body. Darla was just sprung from jail, bailed out by my mom. Neither one of them knew where we were. Someone at this party had my phone and was posting pictures of me all over my own social media channels.  
    And I had just rubbed up against Trevor’s ass and given him a hard on.
    Merry Fucking Christmas.
    “ I’ll give all of you a kiss if you stop this crazy idea!” Trevor announced, covering his package with a pillow from the bed.  
    “How about you kiss him and we pay you....” The hostess added the wad in her hands. “Three thousand, nine-hundred and twenty-three dollars.”
    “ P lus this awesome new iPhone I found outside on the steps!” another person shouted, holding up my phone.
    “ T hat’s m in e!” I called out, walking across the room and reaching over the crowd to get it back.
    Hold on. Did someone just offer us nearly four thousand dollars for a single kiss?
    I looked at Trevor with the dispassionate once-over of a business man who did, in fact, have a price.
    He was kissable, I guess, if you’re into guys. For my half of four grand, I could slip him some tongue.
    S he pulled her arm away like this was a game of monkey in the middle. “Not until we see a little kiss.”
    I planted one on the hostess, stalling for time . She slipped me some wine-flavored tongue. Aged wine. Fine, aged wine, like the kind my mom drinks.  
    I winced.
    “STOP!” Trevor thundered, marching up behind me and pulling me away from the kiss.
    “Ooo, he’s jealous,” someone taunted.
    Something pushed against my hip. “Get your cock off of me,”I whispered through one side of my mouth.
    “I can’t help it. Biology!” Trevor hissed back. “ Not my fault you rubbed up against me and made the blood go there.”  
    “Think to shrink,” I commanded. Now was no time to argue.  
    “What?”
    “Imagine my mom walking Mavis on a leash.”
    The hardness disappeared.
    “Thanks, man,” he said, gratitude infusing his words. “ But eww. I won’t get hard for another week.”  
    “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the group chanted, frothy and excited by the prospect of some man-on-man action.  
    We might share Darla, but we had never—not once—shared anything else more intimate than a moment of an arm brushed up against a leg, or an awkward look while figuring out logistics with six legs, six arms, two cocks, two luscious tits, and three mouths .
    I won’t lie. I have had my moments of wondering.
    But that’s it.
    Moments.
    Wondering .
    Not an actual