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“I can’t even remember last night.” Teo leaned his head back to rest on my shoulder.

“Speaking of last night, was that the most homoerotic poker game of all time? Like it was just an excuse to get naked with other dudes?”

Teo absent-mindedly played with bubbles while he answered. “I don’t remember a lot of the game, but I do remember Aiden flopping his dick out. I don’t know, Zach. Maybe the guys were all super horny or they’re just super chill about their bodies?”

“I think they were both.”

“You see more of this kind of thing than I do, I think. Apparently, I didn’t notice you checking out my ass for the last hundred years, so my gaydar is subpar.”

“How could you not see anything? Malik was literally in Liam’s lap.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah.”

Teo was silent for a few seconds, then said, “That’s kind of hot. Do you want me to give you a lap dance later?”

I forgot everything we were talking about as I imagined Teo’s muscular body grinding to music as if he were in Magic Mike.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Teo wiggled his ass against my still-hard cock.

Fuck. If he kept at it, all those flavored lubes Teo got me for Christmas were going to be gone in a week. I reached down to reposition my dick–it was getting a little crushed–then wrapped my arms around him again, pulling him close.

Teo sighed and I felt him relax. “Bath smells good, by the way,” he said. “Reminds me of the Caribbean, which is where we’ll be in a couple months.”

“Oh really?”

“I thought I mentioned it already. Liam’s family has a compound on Grand Cayman.”

“A compound?”

“His words, not mine.”

“Good thing I already have a passport. Do I already have a plane ticket as well?” I asked.

“Uh…Liam said it was taken care of so I didn’t ask.”

“Jesus.”

“Do you not wanna go?”

The last thing I wanted to do was upset Teo. I was just shocked at the amount of money some of my brothers and their families had.

“No, it’s not that.” I kissed his cheek for reassurance. “It sounds lovely.”

“So you’ll come with me?”

I’ll cum with you, on you, inside you.

“Do we get our own room?”

“Of course.”

“Then I’m definitely coming.”

And fucking your brains out.

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