At first I squinted at the little charade, trying to think what could be going on in Ivan's stranger-than-fiction-mind. But when I saw his leery smile...and rhythmical movement of his pelvis I irreversibly knew he was asking whether or not me and Steve were a 'thing'. I answered as delicately as appearances and circumstances allowed:"The fuck no! We're guys!"A bump on the road slightly jerked all three of us. Ivan grinned widely, seemingly to purposely reflect almost eighty percent of sunlight. I walked downstairs and sat down on the couch thinking about all the fun lucky was going be having tonight with Radha Joshi.I moved in with my brother a year ago when our parents died in a car wreck. Lucky, who was 21 at the time of the death, had been living on his own for only a month when they died. He agreed to take me in after the courts decided that it would be ok for me to live with him since I was going to be 18 soon anyway. Lucky did well getting over our parent’s death but I took it. .. except the jiffy bag had torn with all the twisting . Out of curiosity I decided to have a peek in the bag. The rip was about 2 inches across and through the torn bubble liner I could see a purple vibrator . I stuck two fingers in the bag and managed to pull it out still buzzing. I twisted the round black base, I could see the problem, it had slipped a thread and connected it when it was dropped . I looked at the rather mangled bag it had come in and saw the invoice inside. I fished this out. ” He finally handed it to me and just smiled at me. We made our way back to our rooms and I beat him to the bathroom to get a shower.Once I got out of the shower, I discovered something horrible. Not only had I forgotten to grab a fresh towel, but I’d forgotten my clean clothes. I looked around for something to cover myself, but to no avail. Finally I decided I’d just have to make a mad dash to my room, four doors down the hall. This also meant passing in front of Rich’s room. I took a deep.