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I grunted, yanking the shirt over my head.
“I’ll wear a condom,” Cade protested. How he still had an erection, I had no idea.
Mine was sure as hell gone. I shot him a look. “No.” I slid my foot into the first shoe in his too-clean fucking apartment, wondering how a neat freak wouldn’t even bother with condoms.
“How many people are actually willing to fuck you?” Cade asked.
I stopped in my tracks. That was such a trick question. “Eleventy-one,” I said dryly.
He gave me a blank look. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate hobbits. It was probably a sensitive topic, considering he had enough body hair to pass for one.
“Do you have a point?” I asked, shoving my sockless foot into my second shoe. “Look, I’m just saying. Your milkshakes won’t bring everyone to the yard, burger flipper.”
I went still. It wasn’t like his judgment was anything new, but it never failed to hurt. But I put on my best smirk, retorting, “I’d love to see you survive a day behind the counter, Cade.”
That time, he was the one to stare at me. I straightened up, and I watched him — and he looked fucking pissed. What the hell had I done this time?
“My name’s not Cade,” he hissed. “It’s Zack.”
Well, fuck.
For once, someone had gotten my name right, and then I’d gone and screwed it up. And where the hell had I come up with Cade from Zack? Embarrassing. At least it was easier to be an asshole to him.
I waved my hand dismissively and rose, only to almost trip over the fucking carpet. I caught myself against the door with the utmost dignity then left, hearing the door closing with a resounding slam behind me.
Those plans utterly ruined, I couldn’t put the inevitable off much longer. I reluctantly headed home in Dad’s old car, hoping the rattling wasn’t the sign of yet another thing going wrong, and — just to annoy him — parked behind Adrian.
I headed inside, being stealthy because I knew that irritated him too, and I wanted to share that particular state of mind. Petty, sure, but after Cade — er, Zack — had made comments I knew and hated, I wasn’t in the mood to be particularly nice.
Adrian would never have to worry about someone dissing him for smelling like fries — which I happen to like, even though it makes me hungry twenty-four seven. A low thrum of jealousy ran through me, and I steeled myself as I slipped into the house and hung up the keys.
I dutifully went to throw my laundry into the washer, only to find Adrian’s stuff still in there. Weird. He usually would’ve had it in the dryer within minutes, and he was nowhere to be seen. He was home, though…
I wandered to his room, barging in without knocking. “Hey, asshole. Your clothes—” My mouth went dry, the words catching in my throat with a strangled sound.
There was my proud, lofty brother, sitting there on the floor with a collar around his throat and a — fuck, was that an anal plug with a tail? — in his hand.
I couldn’t help but admire him, the harsh lines of his body somehow seeming softer. It probably helped that he’d put something other than a stick up his ass for once, but…
“…d’you need help putting that in?” I managed to ask, openly gaping at him. Earth to Owen. This is your brother, dumbass.
But brother or not, he was like a stranger to me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from lingering on his body. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion, even as he hurried to recover, but I couldn’t look away no matter how much I knew I should have.
His mouth opened and closed several times. “No, thank you?” he asked more than said.
“Are you sure? It’s supposed to go in your ass,” I said helpfully, taking a step closer despite myself. “So you can stop opening your mouth and all.”
Before he could recover, I scanned the room, and I couldn’t help but grin when I saw the paused frame of the video on his laptop.
It was a nervous grin, of course. It definitely wasn’t anything to do with the fact that I’d seen that video before.
Adrian sat up, pulling his legs together to hide his obvious arousal. “It’s research.” He took a deep breath and glanced at the video. “I have a human sexuality class.” “Oh,” I said knowingly, flashing him a grin that… Well, this one I couldn’t pass off as anything but smug. “A class. Right.”
He glanced around the room, probably looking to cover up his cock, but helping him out wasn’t in my best interest.
It should’ve been. I mean, I’d walked in on my brother with his cock out, and the only thing I was paying attention to was its size. I definitely had a few screws loose, which was ironic considering I hadn’t had nearly enough of them lately.
“Do you think you could… I need…”
