“I don’t know about trash.” And encouraged by his sudden affection for strong language, I said, “But I do know you’re a fucking nerd.”
Kellan laughed. “What gave me away? The affinity for SQL?”
This was sarcasm, but I replied in earnest: “Spider-Man.”
“I mean, I was more of a Fantastic Four guy, myself, but --”
“Spidey and Human Torch crossovers.”
“Yes.” Torch. Obviously based on an experience with someone who was awakened, by the way. You get a good heat-type, and they can make it look like they’re covered in fire. It’s magnificent.
“Those were the best.” He took a long swig and grinned. His wide shoulders rounded, he slouched, but not in that protective, curling-in-around-himself way. “Fucking Johnny Storm, man.”
The strange softness of his voice combined with his wanton use of the word “fuck” had a predictable effect. It beguiled me into admitting, “Always thought he was hot.”
“Shit, I was just about to say you remind me of him.”
“That’d explain it.”
“Why I think he’s hot. I get a little narcissistic sometimes.”
He smacked the bar and laughed, this time out loud.
“See, you laughing at my jokes only encourages me.”
He shot me a sideways glance, a little knowing smile.
The gaydar, which had been swinging this way and that all night, finally pinged so hard it pinned the needle. Something hot woke up deep in my belly.
And then, of course, my phone buzzed.
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