“Good idea.” I snap my fingers at him. “You’re so smart, Gaz.”
His face falls. “Please don’t.”
Killian throws his head back in laughter while Jeremy sighs for the thousandth time since he got here and then sits beside him. His state of bubbling displeasure might have to do with me, but I honest to fuck don’t know what I did or am doing wrong.
“Oh, right!” I snap my fingers again and sit opposite Kill and Jer.
Gareth disappears in the background and I catch a glimpse of him going up the stairs, probably to escape my pending exhibitionism.
But that’s a thought for another time.
“What now?” Kill asks with visible amusement. “You going to tell us a tale about your dick?”
“Tempting, but I’ll have to take a rain check on that. I’ve been thinking.”
“You actually do that? Maybe we should check that head of yours when you receive that treatment for the ED.”
“Haha. Hilarious,” I deadpan. “Now, shut the fuck up. I have a very important question to ask. Have you ever been attracted to a guy?”
Kill crosses his legs at the ankles. “You do know that I hook up with anyone, right? Gender doesn’t matter as long as they have a hole I can use.”
Right. He did go on a spree similar to mine, but that was different. I don’t think he’s genuinely attracted to people in any shape or form. He just loves the power.
I do, too, so fucking much that the fact that I haven’t had my fill in a while—the while being thirty-six hours—is causing Kolya’s friends the infamous blue balls situation.
Kill is useless. Next.
“What about you, Jer?”
“I don’t find men attractive.” He frowns. “What’s this about?”
“Yeah, Niko. Don’t tell me you’re having a sexuality crisis after you’ve been bi for over four years?”
I ignore Kill because he’s too manwhorish to offer me the angle I’m looking for and sit on the coffee table, leaning into Jeremy’s space. “Why have you never been attracted to men?”
“Because I prefer women. What kind of question is that?”
My face is so close to his, anyone else would be intimidated and jerk back, but Jeremy doesn’t even breathe differently or attempt to move. He’s so confident in his straight sexuality that he’s not fazed by my outwardly weird behavior.
“You got a boner for Jeremy?” Kill asks from the side like a witch that will be burned in hell while Satan cackles manically.
“Nope.” I push back. “He’s straighter than straight.”
“Thanks?” Jer mutters.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
He releases that defeated sigh again. “What’s going on, Niko?”
“Get me someone to maim. That’s what’s going on.” I jump up and run up the stairs three at a time, sprint down the hall, then whip the door to Gareth’s room open and shove it against the wall.
He looks up from his desk, pausing on doing homework like a boring prick. Jesus. If he didn’t indulge in some violence on occasion, I would’ve already disowned him.
No cousin of mine becomes boring and gets away with it.
“Gee, thanks for the death scare. Please don’t tell me you’ll start stripping…？”
I stalk toward him, eyes narrowed.
“Don’t you dare, Niko, or I swear I’ll tell Aunt Rai about your annoying habits—”
“Have you ever been attracted to men?”
It’s subtle, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if I’d stayed by the door, but Gareth’s eyes widen a little.
He drops his pen on his notebook and exhales loudly. “What are you talking about?”
“You’ve always fucked women, but have you done that because you feel you have to due to peer pressure and what’s defined by society as normal or because you want to?”
“What is this about?” He stands up. “What did you hear?”
“What should I have heard?”
His face falls for a fraction of a second and I step into his space. “So? What? Tell me. Tell me! What should I have heard?”
He pushes me away. “Stop doing that shit.”
“Not until you answer my question.”
He runs a hand over his face. “I love women. Happy?”
“What about men?”
“I…don’t know. Could be.” His eyes spark like a tropical forest before he clears his throat. “Why are you probing?”