I blink once, slow, as Walker waves a hand in front of my face. Miles crouches by the couch and drags a finger from my wrist to my elbow. My skin breaks out in goosebumps.
“Huh,” Miles says.
Finn blows a sharp puff of air directly into my ear. I have thoughts about this. Multiple, very aggressive thoughts. None of them I let show on my face.
“Nothing,” Finn says. He sounds genuinely impressed. “Bro. Nothing.”
“Poke him again,” Walker commands.
“I already did. He flexed.”
“The flexing was involuntary. That’s not him moving, that’s just his nervous system.”
“Those aren’t the same thing?”
“Bro,” Walker sighs. “Please.”
Walker crouches until he’s eye-level with me, his “diagnostic face” fully deployed. He presses his hand flat against my chest. There’s nothing inherently weird about it; it’s the same way he probably palpates a shoulder at the clinic.
“Bro,” he mutters.
“What?” Grant asks.
“His heart rate is completely normal.”
“He looks hypnotized.”
“Bro,” Finn says, shoving his face right above mine to have a better look, “this is just like hentai.”
“Gross,” Walker complains, though he’s grinning.
Grant shakes his head. “That’s a wild thing to say, man.”
“I’m just saying. The whole not-moving thing is a whole category.”
“And of course you’d be the one to know that kind of shit.”
“The dick wants what it wants, man,” Finn defends.
I almost break character just to avoid listening to this shit. The absolute last thing I need in my brain is the list of things that make Finn’s dick happy.
Walker exhales a long breath. Then he speaks, sounding like he came to a very difficult decision: “Guess there’s no other way. Sorry, man.”
He reaches down and clamps his hand over my junk, squeezing my balls through my shorts.
Super fucking hard, for the record.
I glare at him, trying to murder him with my eyes alone. Walker just grins back, unbothered.
My cock, however, doesn’t give a damn about the pain. It twitches.
Just once, but obvious as hell.
Finn’s eyes go wide. “Holy shit. Did you see that?”
“I saw it,” Miles confirms, a weird, unreadable expression settling onto his face.
“Bro likes it.”
