I wait for him as his slightly shaking hands pick at his cuticles.
“My dick got hard.”
I attempt to control the look on my face when his eyes meet mine again, but I’m stunned by his admission. “Umm, not sure what to say.” I search for the right words. “How did it make you feel?”
“How do you think it did?”
Still not sure of the right words, I keep quiet while he continues.
“It made me horny, Bryce.”
“Bode, I know I’m a good-looking guy—”
“Don’t crack a joke, Bryce. I swear I’ll body slam your ass on this counter.”
I can’t help but laugh. “But, don’t you think maybe it’s because you haven’t slept with anyone in months and your mind is just messing with you?”
“How do you know I haven’t been laid?”
“You know these walls are paper thin.” His incredulous look tells me there’s another thing he has zero clue about in our apartment. “Bode, I’ve heard you jerking off every day—multiple times a day. Even when you’ve been in the bathroom while Amber was sleeping.”
His gaping mouth shocks me—is he that unaware? “You heard me and didn’t say something?”
“Dude, it was like you were training for the Olympics. What was I supposed to say? Bodie, slow down before you grow calluses? Owww.” He gets me with his infamous dead arm. The fucker perfected that shit when we were teenagers.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Not to mention your phone is extra loud when you’re watching porn. You should really invest in earbuds.”
“You’re real close to that body slamming.”
“Okay, but seriously. Did your dick ever get hard for me or another guy before today?” He doesn’t answer, and again his eyes drift away—fuck. “Alright, so you have.”
“Yeah, once when—umm…”
“I don’t need the details if you don’t want to tell me.” He nods with tight lips. “But, if you have any questions or want to discuss anything other than that one time—”
“Two times,” he says, accentuating the number for clarity.
“Sorry. Two times.” I fight back a smile at his firm stance. “You can come talk to me. Ask me anything you want to know. And I don’t know, maybe it’s not a me-thing, Bode.”
“Amber was very specific that it’s you and not men in general.”
“Maybe she only took notice of it around me because she was jealous of our friendship.”
“That’s true. She always hated you.”
“Yeah, and look at it this way. Now she hates both of us.”
“Ha ha. Dickhead.”
His chest puffs before he releases the air trapped in his lungs.
“Are you good now? Can I go back to my breakfast, or do you need a hug session first?”
He nods, waiting for me to pull him in for a hug. Poor guy. People must think he didn’t have the most loving parents on the planet. We don’t talk about how this whole thing started back in middle school. Hell, I don’t even know if Bodie remembers.
“Bryce. Bryce. I got onto the team. I can’t believe it,” Bodie says as he runs up to me in the hallway.
