I hate that I’m in the middle of making omelets since I really want to pull Ryan aside and work out when we’re gonna meet up again. But that’s not something I can do in front of the guys.
I watch as Ryan heads out of the kitchen, noticing that decent rump he’s got. Wondering what it’d feel like to get a good grip on those cheeks.
My face flushes with heat again, though this time I know it’s not from the stove.
13
Ryan
After work, Ihit the gym, and during a break between deadlifts, I pull up Insta and see that Marty’s not only followed me, but sent a DM.
Maybe don’t make such a production in front of the guys about what we did.
They could have overheard something.
I can imagine the exact expression of annoyance he’s making.
Me: Relax. I’m not as stupid as you seem to think. I didn’t say anything that would have clued anyone in.
Me: Think you just wanted an excuse to hit me up on socials.
I’m about to put my phone back in my pocket, but a reply comes right through.
Marty: Trust me, this morning reminded me why this might’ve been a terrible idea.
Me: Dude, how did you reply so fast?
Me: Just sitting around waiting on a notification from me?
Marty: I don’t even know why I feel like this is some kind of insult.
Me: Not an insult. Kind of adorable.
Me: But a terrible idea? Nah.
Marty: For a guy who said kissing guys wasn’t a big deal, you suddenly seem eager to explore your options.
I’m totally thrown.
Me: ?
Marty: Didn’t seem shy about hitting on Dax right in front of me.
Now that one’s really got me laughing.
Me: Dax?
He’s a hot guy, sure. But I’ve never thought about him like that. Although, I never thought about Marty like that either until he showed me how he could work that mouth.
Marty: Oh, you loving on his abs for some other reason?
A warm sensation radiates in my chest. So that’s what his attitude is really about. And for whatever reason, it’s got blood pumping through my veins like when we were messing around last night.
Me: Kind of loving that we made out once and you’re already jealous of other guys.
Me: Hot.
Ellipses appear, showing he’s typing, then disappear, returning just as I hear, “Look who’s slacking off now.”
