Did gay guys like girth? They had to, right?
Hell, I bet a gay guy could give a damn good blowjob, considering they were already familiar with the equipment.
“Walk? Did I lose you, buddy?”
“Huh?” I blinked up at him, not sure where my mind had gone off to.
“My bodacious bod,” Oz said, flexing again, his eyes amused. “I’m vain, of course, so I exercise to keep everything tight.” He gestured at me, adding a shoulder shimmy. “Though look who I’m talking to. You were probably born in a gym.”
I nearly choked on a weird inhale, my face aflame. I never knew how to accept compliments from objectively sexy people.
I scratched the back of my neck. Was it okay for a straight guy to think a gay guy was sexy?
Yeah, I’m sure it’s fine.
“I got neither the time nor the funds for the gym. I work out at home,” I said, cringing.
God, why did everything coming out of my face sound like the most redneck crap ever?
Because you’re a country boy, dipshit.
Ozzie, however, seemed impressed. “Damn, Walk. You get these results from working out at your house?”
Still on my knees in front of him, I glanced down at myself, kind of proud. “Yep. I got a setup in my spare room. Guess it does the job.”
He hummed, running his hand down his well-kept beard. “That it does.”
I rolled my eyes at his straight-boy flirting, my laugh too nervous for the fucking Adonis in front of me.
“That’s it,” he said, dropping back to his knees. “I need you to help me kit out my garage, because it’s getting harder and harder to go to the gym.” He paused, buffing his nails on his moisture-wicking T-shirt. “Between the guys hitting on me and the time it takes to drive there, get my workout in, and drive back home, it’d be nicer if I had my own setup.”
“Wait. You don’t like hot guys hitting on you? Do I need the mayor to come take your gay card?” I joked, then went lightheaded when he cracked up.
“What do you know about gay cards?” he asked, pushing my shoulder.
I shrugged. “I dunno, maybe I’m just a clueless straight guy, but Mayor Whatley’s the first lesbian mayor in Seguin history, so I have to assume she’s the one in charge of the cards. It just makes sense.”
His laugh was musical, and it made me proud to be the one to put the smile on his face. “You know what, straight boy? Leave the gay business to me and tell me what I need to do to set up a gym in my garage.”
“Fair enough.” Knowing how much it sucked to work out alone, though, a warning was in order. “Gotta say, if you get your motivation from hanging out with people at the gym, a home setup might not do the trick for you.”
He grimaced, clearly not having considered how much community made working out bearable. “Good point. Maybe I’ll do something with the Lost Boys. Make a thing of it.”
Huh. That would be fun. “Then sign me up,” I said, yanking on another weed, hoping he wouldn’t mind me inviting myself along.
“Hell yeah. We’ll put you in charge of the workouts.”
I dropped my weed in the bucket. “How the heck did I go and give myself another job?” Guilt flooded his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak. I held up my hand. “Just kidding, Oz. I’m happy to help with the training set list.”
Scrunching his nose, he went back to weeding for a few minutes before turning to me again. “So… how did the conversation with Dr. Gardner go? Or are you trying to avoid talking about it?”
“Not at all. It went really well, actually. She liked the idea of helping out Lupe, and she especially liked that the suggestion came from Leo.”
He shook his head. “Of all people. He’s going to be an entire pain in your ass this next year.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”
We finished weeding the bed, and as I watched Oz sweep the dirt off his knees, that low, buzzy feeling in my balls flared up again. Fuck, I must be tired if a simple conversation like this was confusing my cock so much. Maybe I’d check out one of the apps, get laid to get my head straight.
