Coda Josh Grant

Luke and I go out for dinner. We’ve both got nothing to do on Saturday night, so we decide to do nothing together. We go to Donatos and eat pasta. We have a bottle each of wine, as I wanted red, and he want white and neither of us were willing to compromise. “We can afford a bottle of wine each,” Luke protests. “A whole bottle each?” “Yeah, sure, don’t be a pussy.” I laugh. After we’d finished discussing everyone we know. After we’d finished denigrating the political system. When we were mildly pissed, we played fuck, marry, destroy. Luke said he’d Fuck Shia Labeouf, marry Heath Ledger, destroy Tony Abbott I said I’d fuck Wilmer Valderrama,  “Really,” said Luke. “Biggest dick in Hollywood, they say.” “Who says?” says Luke. “Over 8 inches, it is claimed.” “By who?” “By him.” “I see,” said Luke. “I’d marry Jake Gyllenhaal.” “Okay, yeah,” said Luke. “Nicest man in Hollywood.” “Okay,” said Luke. “And I’d also destroy Tony Abbot.” “What about Australians? says Luke. “I’d marry Aaron Ped...

I’m meeting up with Luke, my somewhat of an ex. Adorable little brother type. We had a thing a long time back. I could hold him in my arms, both of us lying naked on my bed, and he could blow all over me just from kissing. It was a talent. Now we are mates. We go out drinking from time to time, when his boyfriend Scott is otherwise busy. Scott and I get on fine, but Luke has a habit of calling Scott Josh whenever I am around, which does me no favours. Otherwise, Luke is cool. He is smart and sweet. He uses me as a bit of a confessional. Maybe a sounding board. He says he thinks of me as his big brother.