He's stopped breathing. "Oh."
"So if you're still interested?—"
"We found clothes!”
We jump apart as the herd returns, arms full of fabric.
"Mesh or no mesh?" Leo demands.
"No mesh," Doc says quickly.
"Is that my shirt? Umm… Did you get those out of my truck?"
"Boo, Seb, you're no fun, and yes, Gavin, we raided your gym bag. Absolutely nothing we have was gonna fit you without coconut oil and a prayer to get you into it." Leo's grinning at both of us, completely fine with breaking into my truck. "JP, show him what we picked."
"They look like they're very tight," JP warns, holding up black compression shorts that I wear under my gear so my dick doesn't move around when I'm working out.
"Yeah, they are," I say, watching Doc, who's turned an interesting shade of pink.
"This is going to be a disaster," he says.
"Maybe Doc… But it might be the best kind."
He ducks his head, biting his lip, but the corners of his mouth twitch up anyway. My chest goes tight and warm.
Yeah. Definitely, gay for him at least.
"Stop flirting and start stripping!" Max orders. "We have a baby gay to corrupt!"
Doc covers his face with both hands. "I'm going to murder all of you."
"After the club," Leo chirps. "Murder us after we show your man a good time."
Your man. I could get used to that.
Chapter 13
Technically, That's Underwear
Gavin
"So these are... worn under," I hold up the compression shorts, feeling heat creep up my neck. Teasing Doc is one thing, but wearing them out to a club is kinda different. "Like, under actual clothes."
Max adjusts his glasses, giving me an owlish look. "Well, no. Tonight they aren't... because well, look at you and look at us." He gestures between my body and the group. "Nothing we have is going to work."
Can't argue with that logic. I laugh, shaking my head. "Fair point."
"Besides," Leo adds with a wicked grin, "you'll fit right in at the club. Half the guys there wear less."
Doc makes a strangled noise from the doorway.
"Okay, shirt situation!" JP holds up what I'm pretty sure is my mesh workout top. The one with holes big enough to put your fist through. "This is literally all we found in your truck that isn't a sweaty practice jersey."
"That's because it's also workout gear," I protest weakly.
"Perfect!" Max bounces on his toes. "Oh! Do you want some makeup?"
My brain short-circuits. "I... what?"
