“Ah,” Caleb says, looking far too rumpled. He should never look rumpled. Ever. It’s dangerous.
“Don’t stand there fidgeting, dude. You’re making this damn awkward. You know we’re accepting motherfuckers. You’re gay. No big deal. Sit on your boyfriend’s lap, for god’s sake,” Luke says, cussing when his character on the screen is shot and dies. “Well, hell. I suck at this game.”
I swallow roughly, peering over at Caleb, whose hand, which was scratching his stomach, falls and lands near his side. He looks confused and a little unsure.
I know how that feels. I’ve been living like that for what feels like ages.
“Go on,” Sem says, and Caleb’s lips open and close. Finally, his eyebrows meet, and he glowers at me.
“You’re seriously going along with this?”
I manage to arch an eyebrow at him, even though inside, I’m just as lost as he is. Caleb isnotgay, and he’snotmy boyfriend.
But how are we going to convince them otherwise? They seem pretty set on the idea.
“You think this is funny? I’m going to smother you with your pillow later. I’m stronger than you,” Caleb says, and the adorable way hepouts makes my lips twitch slightly. I shouldn’t laugh at his distress, but…I’m tired.
I’m so very, very tired.
Caleb’s gaze leaves mine for a second, and he points to his cousins. “Also, assholes, he’s not my boyfriend. I’m not gay. You delivered the food. Now go away.”
“That rhymed. Good one,” Luke says before whooping loudly.
“He’s ashamed,” Sem says softly, and my chest constricts.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, cuz,” Luke says, folding his arms and leaning back. He smiles crookedly at Caleb, who just frowns intensely. He hates the idea.
Does he even suspect I’m gay? Does he know I like to bend men over and enter them slowly? That I like to watch them writhe beneath me?
We’ve never discussed it.
Had no reason to.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Caleb mutters, and then he’s suddenly striding toward me. His legs eat up the space between us until he’s right there, lowering himself onto my lap, his ass on my thighs.
I can’t breathe and have to remind myself how to fill my lungs when he leans back and huffs in triumph.
Though from what I glean, Sem and Luke don’t seem fazed by any of it. In fact, they seem to have expected it.
But those thoughts leave my mind when he shifts against me, and my hand reaches up and cups his hip to still him. He can’t sit there.
He really can’t sitthere.
“What? Not comfortable?” he says, starting to wriggle. This is going to be very awkward if he doesn’t stop that. “That’s what you get.”
I huff and try to adjust him, but Caleb is having none of it.
“I weigh more than you, dude. You just need to let me know when to get up.”
He may think that I don’t have any muscle because of our size difference, but the desperation and anxiety bubbling up inside of me have me lifting him and shifting him away from my hardening cock.
He gasps, and I let out a long, relieved breath.
He glances back at me, eyes wide.
“For reals?”
I force a smirk on my face and then lift my Kindle up, pretending to read once more.
