Page 27 of Unrequited Sloth

“Of course you can’t. What’s this Dillon guy like?”

“A prick”

Dexter chuckled. “Anything else?”

“He’s probably got a massive dick.”

Dexter cracked up laughing. “What makes you think that?”

“He’s a short arse, looks like a shovel hit him in the face, and does not know how to style his hair. Then look at Bobby. The guy is literal perfection, and he hardly has a small dick, so Dillon must be huge.”

“Something you want to tell me, Gabriel?” Dexter said with a smile.

“What do you . . . fuck!”

“Come on, you can’t leave me hanging now. How do you know Bobby has a big dick?”

“I don’t. I just saw him in his boxers and, you know, I had a look at the bulge.”

“You’re not telling me everything, but I’ll let it go for now. How did you leave things with him?”

“How do you mean?”

“Did you agree to speak, or to meet up?”

“Why would we do that?”

“You just said you want to be friends with him.”

“Why are you saying it like that?”

Dexter leaned forward, his voice a whisper, but still with that deep tone he had. “If he said, ‘Gabriel, I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week,’ what would you say to that?”

Gabriel felt his whole body pulse with desire, imagining Bobby saying that to him. If that happened, he’d be on all fours with his arse in the air like an alley cat before he finished the sentence.

“I think I’ve made my point,” said Dexter, sitting back in his chair and picking up his own coffee.

“I’m not sure I chose the right person for advice,” grumbled Gabriel.

“You don’t need advice from me. It’s obvious you’re still into him, and that’s not the issue. You haven’t acted on it for the past two years, so you can be friends and keep all those dirty thoughts to yourself.”

“Piss off,” he said, unable to stop himself laughing.

“You should talk to him, though.”

“And say what?”

“How are you doing after your best friend fucked your fiancé and ruined your life would be a starting point.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. He was hardly going to phrase it like that. Besides, he knew the answer to the question. Bobby had been devastated by the betrayal. That his friends knew as well had to be even worse. It wasn’t just the two people closest to him keeping a secret, but others as well. He’d known those guys since uni, so over a decade. There was no way Gabriel could continue being friends with someone who’d betrayed him like that, but then he wasn’t Bobby. He might have the heart to forgive people. Gabriel wasn’t sure how, but people could surprise you sometimes.

“I’m not sure how I say that I still want to be friends, and not make it weird,” said Gabriel.

“You don’t need to put it like that. Just be there as he goes through this. The friendship will be a given.”

“What if Alex asks me to choose?”

“Then she’s a bitch.”