“I mean, yeah, but—”
They shoved against his chest, and he released them with a chuckle. “How was the game?”
He followed them back to their work bench and propped his hip against it. “I mean, after my boner finally went away, I was able to play much better.”
Scrutinizing the last few rocks in the batch, Cya laughed at his expense. “I hope no one called security on you for indecent exposure.”
“If they had, I would have blamed you.” He poked their side, making them snort. “We won, by the way. Officially going to the play-offs.”
“Really? Congrats.” They pecked his cheek, and he wagged his tail. “Could I come watch you play sometime?”
His tail wagged harder. “You’d want to?”
“I mean, I don’t know much about dyscus, but yes, I’d like to see you play.” Their cheeks darkened anew. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
“I’d love for you to watch me play,” he admitted, and their dimple carved deeply into their cheek.
“Okay. Cool.”
Sidling up behind them, he tap-danced his fingers over their stomach as he rested his chin on their shoulder. “How was your day?”
They gestured to the pile of rocks. “Productive.”
“Oh? I bet the orgasms and sexy pictures you sent me helped with your productivity.”
“Oh my gods, stop!” They pinched his arm, making him yelp. “That’s so embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing. I loved it.” He nuzzled behind their ear, one hand gliding up until his fingertips teased the tattered hem of their crop top. “The voice note and the picture. Knowing that when I get home later, I’m gonna still smell you in my sheets. It was so sexy.”
Like they couldn’t decide whether to resist or melt into him, they swayed backward, then away. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously into you,” he crooned, and they leaned back into his chest a little more.
They fiddled with the rocks on the bench without really doing anything with them. “If you say so.”
“I do. Like, I want to be your boyfriend and junk,” he whispered into the nape of their neck, and Cya’s hands stilled.
The rock in their hand clattered across the work bench as they turned their head to meet his gaze over their shoulder. “You do?”
“Yeah, a lot.”
They spun around in his arms, hands coming to rest on his chest. “A lot, a lot?”
“A lot, a lot,” he confirmed, and they beamed at him.
“Okay,” they said with another pretty blush. “I’d like you to be my boyfriend.”
“Shweet,” he said, and they snickered. “What do I call you, though? My enbyfriend?”
They clasped their hands behind his neck. “Don’t be silly.”
“My theyfriend?”
They grimaced. “That sounds worse.”
“Society needs to come up with a gender-neutral option,” he said.
“You could call me your partner, if you like,” they suggested, and he rolled the word around his mouth.
