Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

my car so much, why didn't you drive?"
    "Yours gets better gas mileage." Jimmy muttered, hitting the wrong button and ending up nearly flat on his back, his knees still up against the dash.
    Scott took pity on him, laughing as he stopped at a traffic light and leaning over the man, finding the right switch and gliding the man's seat back to a comfortable position for him. "You say that like it's just random luck, like we don't choose our cars, like it's luck of the draw or something. You could've picked a car that was easy on gas and the environment but you chose a car that was all…testosterone… look at my giant dick with wheels instead. "
    Jimmy snorted and batted the back of Scott's head as they turned at the corner, "My car is hot ."
    "It is," Scott agreed, not adding that he wagered Jimmy's dick was pretty damn hot too.
    "And, you're just avoiding our predetermined topic of discussion by insulting my hot car."
    Scott scowled and gripped the wheel a little tighter, "I am not. It was a perfectly valid point."
    "The one about you having slept with a girl?" Jimmy asked, one cheek dimpling as he flashed his brightest smile.
    Huffing and rolling his eyes, "Once, okay? One time in high school, that's it. And Epic Fail doesn't even begin to cover it."
    "And…" Jimmy prompted, reaching a hand over, fingers playing in Scott's hair as he drove.
    "You really are a bastard, ya know that?"
    "My mother would disagree."
    "Fine. We dated for over a year and I kept telling her we should wait, she was too young, if we got caught…the church wouldn't approve—" Scott had to stop for Jimmy's burst of laughter there.
    "The church ? You used God as a reason not to sleep with a girl?"
    "Yeah, well. He made me this way; I figured I could turn the joke on Him."
    "Fair enough," Jimmy agreed, still snickering, his hand having dropped to Scott's shoulder, a comforting weight, warm and secure there. "So, what happened?"
    "I don't know, at a certain point, telling her we were too young didn't really cut it, ya know? I think she was the only virgin left in our class. And, she kinda realized that using my unshakable faith wasn't really an option since I hadn't been to services since we'd started dating…" Having to pause for a breath, Scott went on, feeling a little ashamed still, despite the fact that it was over five years ago, "Homecoming, I got us a hotel room, got myself good and drunk, bought some condoms and…"
    "And…?" Scott mumbled something under his breath, his face flushing to a deep crimson on his pale skin. Jimmy seemed to sense that he was struggling and his grip on Scott's shoulder tightened a little, fingers stroking his neck, "You don't have to tell me if you really don't wanna, bro. It's all good."
    Maybe it was the sincerity in Jimmy's voice, the lack of teasing that was always there, but Scott swallowed hard and raised his head a little, still focused on the road, but glancing at his friend, "No, it's just… Do you have any idea how hard it is to… With a virgin, I mean, when you're only half-hard at best ?"
    Jimmy was truly a good friend because he did his very best—really!—not to laugh at that, his grin killing him as it tried to escape. "No, I, uh, can't say that I do, but…I can imagine…"
    Stopping at the next light, Scott rested his forehead on the steering wheel, "Or how humiliating it is for a guy to fake an orgasm."
    "I…no, I don't know what that's like." He couldn't help it. He really tried. But the laughter just burst out of him. "That must've sucked." he added, trying to regain his sobriety as Scott looked at him with a hint of bitterness in his amber colored eyes.
    "It did." he told Jimmy, glaring at the road ahead as the light changed. "Rhonda was the first person I came out to because I couldn't let her think it was her when it was actually me . Well, more to the point, that she wasn't Martin Rhodes who was the tight end on our football team. And, I swear to God, Jimmy, you make a tight end joke now, I'm dropping you off on the side of the freeway." Scott warned as he merged onto said freeway.
    "I wasn't gonna make a joke." Jimmy told him, reaching again to try and comfort his friend.
    "Seriously? You didn't have a joke ready?"
    "Three, actually," Jimmy confessed, his smile not as cocky as usual, but just as disarming, "But I wasn't gonna use them."
    "Three in as many seconds? I'm impressed…"
    "You should be. At my quick wit and my restraint."
    "Agreed. Good man." Scott told him, only a