Micah opens and closes his mouth, his cheeks bright red. He doesn’t seem to know what to say.
Cole frowns. “This is kinda fucked, bro. You knew we were coming here. Did you set us up or something?”
“No!” Micah sputters. “No, it’s not like that! I swear.”
“Then what is it like?”
“I—I…”
Hawk stands beside him, a hand on his shoulder. I can’t look away from his heavy, dripping cock.
“This was my idea. Not his. I saw a sexy twink all alone and offered him a little company. That’s all. He was just minding his own business, waiting for you guys.”
A little company. Is that what they call it here?
Cole folds his arms and glares down at Micah. “So, you’re saying you just happened to end up in a hot tub with a big-ass cock in your mouth? You think it’s funny to drag yourteammates to a place like this just so we can watch you blow some dude?”
Micah looks like he wants to disappear. His eyes dart between us, his bottom lip trembling.
I want to step in, but my throat feels thick and my legs are glued to the floor.
What do I even say? How do I defend him without admitting that what I just saw turned me on like crazy? Because under the towel, my cock’s growing at an alarming rate.
Hawk cuts through the silence with that deep voice of his.
“Sorry to say, but you knew what you were in for coming here, right? You can’t be surprised. This is a goddamn bathhouse. What did you think you’d find in Lumen?”
“Not our own teammate with a cock in his mouth,” Cole huffs, pointing at Micah. “We thought he was straight.”
“Well, guess you were wrong. Or maybe he just wants to explore his options. Happens all the time. Sometimes a dude gets curious.”
That comment takes my cock from a half-chub to full mast in two seconds flat, and I quickly adjust myself.
“Yeah, okay, but he could’ve told us.” Cole looks at me. “Right, Toby? Shouldn’t he have told us?”
I look from him to Micah and back again, trying to find words, but my thoughts are scrambled.
Omar steps in before I can say anything. “Chill out, bruh. Let the dude blow whoever he wants. We should probably just go. Clearly, this wasn’t a good idea. No offense, Micah. But it looks like the bet’s off. You can have your fun—we won’t get in your way.”
Diesel, Cole, and Omar start walking back toward the locker rooms, but I linger.
“You coming, Tobs?” Diesel calls.
I look at Hawk and Micah. Hawk’s got that knowing look, like he can read my mind. Micah looks lost, his lips red and swollen, saliva still shining on his chin.
I can’t leave him like that.
“I, uh, think I’ll head to the sauna for a bit,” I say. “We already paid the entry fee. Might as well use the facilities, right?”
Diesel stops, running a hand through his blond hair. “You sure, bro?”
“Yeah, I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
Cole shoots me a glare. “You’re not still trying to win the bet, are you?”
“No, no, just... relaxing. Taking a breather.”
Omar shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
