The energy on the couch is different. Strained, maybe, but I’m not sure why. Ari and Will are sitting farther apart than they normally do, with Naz between them. He’s holding his e-reader and trying to read, but he must feel the vibe, too, because he keeps looking up to cut eyes at each of the brothers.
I’m texting Luc. He just finished up with a positional meeting, whatever that is.
ME: If you wanted to learn new positions, you could have just said so.
Blushing Beefcake: Don’t even try it. I am NOT letting you give me a boner before I get on the plane again. The ride home from Miami last week was awful.
ME: Aw, I’m sorry.
Blushing Beefcake: No, you’re not.
ME: Not even a little bit. I jerked off three times to your whining about how hard you were.
Blushing Beefcake: I hate you.
ME: You already know the Milk and Water Embrace.
Blushing Beefcake: Do I even want to know? Is it safe to look this up?
Blushing Beefcake: Never mind, I saw the words Kama Sutra and bailed. Did I mention that I’m getting on a plane?
ME: The Rowing Boat is my personal favorite. We’ve done something similar, but you probably don’t remember it. I’ll have to refresh your memory.
ME: It requires some strength and flexibility, but you really get in there so deep...
Blushing Beefcake: I’m going to turn my phone off.
ME: No, you’re not.
ME: …
ME: You know, I’ve always wanted to try Congress of a Cow. Look that one up and tell me what you think. You’re an athlete. I think you could pull it off.
Blushing Beefcake: Can’t this wait until I’m in the hotel at least?
ME: You’re blushing right now, aren’t you?
ME: Have a nice flight!
“Alright, enough! What the fuck is going on with you two?”
I snap my gaze up to see Naz with his arms crossed, e-reader in his lap, glaring back and forth at Ari and Will. They’re both just as stunned as I am with Naz’s outburst.
“Nothing is going on–” Will starts.
Naz cuts him off. “Bullshit.”
While those two are bickering, I watch Ari. He seems to be avoiding Naz and Will’s gazes. He must feel me staring, because he flicks his eyes up to mine.
I give him a curious look and mouth the words, “Are you okay?”
He shrugs first, then nods. “It’ll be fine,” he mouths back.
“What are you all bickering about?” Blake asks, putting his phone down for the first time today.
“Nothing important,” Ari says quickly. “Will is just pissy about his costume.”
“Still?” Naz asks. “Come on, man.”
