I glance at him as he pulls the duvet up to his waist. Letting my eyes roam over his chest and face. “I like it, though,” I mumble.
“What?” He turns to face me. “That I’m smaller than you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why? ‘Cause I look more like a girl?”
I turn my head, facing him and snort. “Yeah. Especially with that dick you’ve got. So girly.”
“Asshole,” he laughs.
I turn back, facing the ceiling. My jaw cracks as I yawn.
“You’ve been staring at me lately,” he mumbles after a while. “It makes me angsty.”
I whip my head his way, but he’s facing the ceiling. “Why?”
He shakes his head. “Just… Because.”
I consider his profile as he licks his lips, and his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.
“You’re hot, Seth.”
“What?” He turns his head, looking at me with a small frown.
“I think you’re hot. That’s why I’m staring. Why I’ve been staring.”
He opens and closes his mouth a few times. “And you didn’t think that before, or…?”
“I mean…” I grin, biting my bottom lip.
“Wow, just say you hate me.” He shakes his head, and rolls around, turning away from me.
“Dude,” I drawl, as I place an arm around him, dragging him closer to me, until his back hits my chest. “I didn’t look at you that way before.”
I hear him swallowing before he mumbles, “What way?”
“The ‘I know what you look like when you come’ way.”
His shoulders drop as he exhales, and he shuffles around until he’s facing me again.
“So, what do I look like when I come?” he asks with a small smile playing at his lips.
I poke my tongue in my cheek while images are running through my head, and even in my drunken state, my dick stirs.
“I can’t think about that now,” I say, moving my hand down to his ass and give it a squeeze.
“Wanna know what you look like?” he says.
I raise my brows expectantly. And then he makes the most insane face, scrunching his eyes and nose, while showing his teeth before that transforms into something even more outrageous.
I burst out laughing. “Fuck you!”
He chuckles and shuffles closer, placing a hand on my hip.
I lick my lips, my eyes moving between his eyes and his mouth.
“We can’t do anything with Sully out there,” I mumble.
