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Chris snickered. “He was inside Maya Miller.”
“Oh, man, I was dating Maya at the time?”
“You sure were,” Chris said. “And every time she gave you some of her mom’s cooking and you brought it to our room, I wanted to kill you. Those dishes smelled like rotten fish. Her mom obviously wanted you dead.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I remember you bitching about the smell. Maya dumped me when I told her I don’t need any more of her mom’s cooking.” I pointed at Chris. “You might have cost me the love of my life.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome.”
The conversation went on from there. Sitting like that felt like going back in time, to a period where my future seemed bright, before the bankruptcy, before Jay’s prison time and Anthony’s ugly divorce.
I was the first to lose my shirt to the sound of the guys howling and whistling. It was too funny to be embarrassing. Jay followed by losing his socks, then Chris lost his socks as well. I teased them about going for socks instead of shirts, but mostly because I felt dumb for not thinking of that myself.
Anthony lost twice in a row, and I could tell Jay wasn’t pleased with Chris’s ability to keep his clothes on. When Anthony pulled off his shirt, Chris was clearly struggling to look anywhere else, butIhad no reason to look away. Anthony’s body was so well-defined, you’d expect him to strut around like a peacock instead of being as shy as he was. His tan skin combined beautifully with his dark chest hair. His nipples were big, standing out through the thick hairs by being much pinker than the rest of his skin. I’d seen him shirtless over the years, but I never reallylookedat him.
“Damn,” Jay said. “You’ve been letting yourself go, Ant.”
We all laughed, except for Anthony who rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Keep playing,” he mumbled.
In the next round, I felt Jay touching my leg. Knowing my role, I asked Chris about the latest case he’d been working on, and he turned his head to me for a few seconds to explain. When he finished talking, I glanced at Jay. Based on the smile on his face, those seconds were enough. Chris lost that round and pulled off his shirt. Unlike me and Anthony who threw our shirts on the floor, Chris neatly folded his shirt and placed it on one of the spare chairs.
“You still swim,” Jay said casually to Chris.
“Can you tell?”
Jay nodded. “It’s in the upper chest.”
Chris shrugged. “I swim when I can, but it’s hard to find the time. We have a pool in the building where I work, so I usually get in early and swim for thirty minutes before going to the office.”
“Nice,” Jay said. “Anyone up for another round of drinks?”
Anthony and I declined. Before Chris could say anything, Jay got up and told him, “I’m making us something special.”
“I think I’ve had enough.”
“I’m about to kick your ass in poker—you sure you want to be sober for that?”
Chris snickered. “Yeah, whatever. Do your worst.”
“Oh, I will.” Then he was off.
Once it was just us three, Chris leaned back in his seat. “This is weird.”
“What is?” I asked.
“Us four, hanging out in the cabin again.”
“Are you okay with it?”
He thought before saying, “I’m still processing.” He glanced at Anthony. “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” There was a challenge in his voice, but Chris didn’t bite.
We were silent for a while, three shirtless men sitting around a poker table. The difference between Chris and Anthony’s bodies was profound, yet both were impressive in their own rights. I remembered Anthony’s story, how he had been fucked by Chris against the closet, and the dirty things Chris had said to him. Seeing them shirtless made the images more vivid in my head, and that resulted in blood rushing into my crotch. I was reacting like a horny teen, but it was beyond my control. I shifted in my seat to arrange my hard-on.
The rain was pouring heavily outside, with occasional lightning and thunder. Even if one of us decided to split, taking off now would be ridiculous.
Jay came back with two drinks and put one in front of Chris. “Drink up.”
