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"Ain't he cute?" Timo asks Eddy as he sees Mason and Brett walking towards the bathroom, carefully meandering around the tables.

"Brett? Yes. Very." Eddy teases, getting a look in return for his remark. "Timo. He is." he reassures him then, smiling over the possessiveness his friend shows. "Happy?"

"Now I've decided that it's okay to be with Mason, that we are going to work things out, I'm falling harder and harder by the minute. Is that weird?" Timo takes a huge gulp of his ice tea, but it can't hide his blush.

"Nope. Happened to me as well. You've seen it."

"Yeah, but I've never experienced it myself before. And with a man no less! How can it feel so intense so soon? Do you see the sparks flying between us?" He looks at the spot where the other men vanished as if he sees them there still. "God. I want to do things to him, you have no idea."

"Knowing you, I have some." Eddy chuckles. "You've always been quick to take it further than I would."

"Yeah, but then I knew what I was doing." he looks at Eddy desperately. "Now I don't. I've watched some porn, of course, but questions remain."

Eddy stills. Uh-oh. He's looked things up, but he has questions? He sees it coming: surely Timo is about to ask him for sex-advice. Okay, he anticipated it, but so soon? Oh God, this is going to be embarrassing. But when he looks at Timo again, with that hopeful look on his face, he knows he's the only one with some knowledge about this subject, although it's different for everybody. Eddy sighs. He needs to man up for his friend, go past the embarrassment. "Okay." he hesitates for a moment, then says: "Shoot."

Timo looks at him gratefully. "You sure?"
Eddy nods, even though he is really not.
"How do you know what your role is having sex? What you want be?"

Woah. Eddy knows his friend is straightforward, but still this directness surprises him. He looks around to see if someone can overhear. Not likely. Eddy takes a deep breath. Okay. Let's see if he can get some questions answered. Hell. Even though they are very private. He leans towards his friend.
"You mean top or bottom?" he asks so softly only Timo will hear. Timo nods vehemently.
"Well, it depends. Some people know from the start what they want. Most have to experience it for themselves, because both have their pros and cons. There are a lot of nuances in all the sexual roles as well. So like everybody else, you just have to try and see what you like." Eddy looks around to see if anyone is trying to eavesdrop. No one is looking, of course. They are all taken up in their own conversations and food. "But mind that talking with your boyfriend or bedpartner is the key so that everything will turn out well for you both. That's the best advice I can give you."
Eddy looks at his friend closely. Is this enough? Looking at his expression: not likely.

"Talking, huh." Timo pouts and then looks from under his eyelashes at Eddy. Eddy immediately knows that the next question will make him blush, so he braces himself and takes a sip of Coke to clear the lump in his throat so he'll be able to cope with it.
"But you bottom for Brett, right?"

Eddy almost spews his coke all over the table. Does he need to answer that?! Or better: is he going to answer that?! He needs a minute to recover and looks at his friend. Oh God, he definitely wasn't bantering. Timo wants to know for real and if Eddy tells him, he already knows what the next question will be. It will surely be about what it's like to be on the receiving end. What is it with straight boys that they are so fixated on where to put their dicks? Although not so straight anymore, of course. Okay. He will be honest. He takes a deep breath.
"Yes, I did. But not often. Yet. You know that there are a lot more ways to make love. Or if that sounds too sappy for you: to get someone off." He blinks a few times rapidly, breathes out the residual breath he didn't know he had been holding and decides on the next line. "Look. I'm versatile, but Brett is not." He pauses for a second. "Yet. If you would like to put a label on me I'd say I'm 'Vers'." Eddy swallows. He's never given so much away about himself to a friend, but he thinks Timo needs this, so even though it's difficult, he will. But he sees Timo's questioning look and suddenly realizes something he hasn't expected. Oh no! He doesn't know his labels yet?! Oh man! He's willing to do a lot, but not spell it out for him. "God. Look it up sometime." he grumbles, blushing. Timo looks at him for a long moment, then grabs his phone and starts typing. Eddy glances at what he is doing and feels his heart skip a beat.
"Not now, you idiot!" Eddy bites, kicking his leg under the table, but Timo is too busy with his phone to notice.

"Ah. Wicki is good for this one. Vers:" Timo ignores Eddy's frantic shushes. "'A person who enjoys both topping and bottoming, or being dominant and submissive, and may alternate between the two in sexual situations, adapting to their partner.'" Timo looks at Eddy proudly like he has done something good. He fails to notice Eddy is beet red, hiding his face behind his hands.

"You. Are. The. Worst. Don't embarrass me like that!" He looks around again, but nobody seems to have heard or taken notice of the two men sitting at their table. Nonetheless he would like to sink into a deep pit and be released from this agony.

"Sorry, Eddy. I was just curious. There is so much I don't know yet." Timo straightens up and pushes a hand through his dark, brown hair so it's out of his shining eyes. "I'm excited!"

"Don't get too excited." Eddy grumbles, his cheeks returns bit by bit to their normal colour.
At the end of the room the cavalry returns in the appearance of blond, short curls and a black mob of hair and Eddy sighs with relief. With the boys returning, Timo will quiet down. Eddy looks at the bright smile besides him. Won't he?