“We better,” Jordan said.
“Why do you think it’s unexpected?” Cam asked.
“I mean, come on. We’re called the demon twins. We’re stepbrothers—”
“Dude, you just got done telling us how you’re not related at all, and you never even lived together. I think it’s safe to say that you’renotreally. Not in any way that counts.”
Cam nodded. “As much as it pains me to admit that Jordo is talking sense—”
“Hey,” Jordan interrupted, but he was grinning.
“He is,” Cam finished. “It’s really not that unexpected. You’re attracted to each other, you’re in the same vicinity for the first time. It was kind of inevitable, if you want my opinion.”
Trevor almost wished he hadn’t gotten Cam’s opinion. It should reassure him, but instead it created more questions than answers.
“And, Tee, stop overthinking it, okay?” Jordan said. “You’ve got a hot-as-hell dude in your bed.Enjoyit.”
Trevor flushed.
“You’re assuming I’mnot,” Trevor said. Then flushed even harder as he thought about last night.
“And now we know why you two were both absent from the Vault party,” Cam said knowingly.
“Hey,” Jordan said, “you don’t have any room to talk. You and Dawson are still knee-deep in the honeymoon phase. Nate told me he caught you two in the bathroom the other day.”
“We were just kissing!” Cam argued.
“Yeah, okay. Sure. Just kissing.” Jordan smirked.
“We’re not like that,” Trevor said, and even though he felt a little pang somewhere that they weren’t like that, he resolutely ignored it.
For a second, Cam looked like he actually wanted to argue that point, but then he just shrugged, easy. “I’m not gonna apologize that my boyfriend is hot as hell and we’re madly in love.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Man, I don’t even want that. I just want to get laid.”
“Grindr?” Cam suggested.
Jordan let out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”
Trevor let their friendly bickering wash over him as he finished his drink. They ordered, Cam and Jordan bent over his phone as they tried to set up his profile, Trevor adding some commentary even though he’d never been on an app before—if he was being honest, that sounded like theworstthing, ever—and at some point his phone buzzed.
He was sure it was going to be Lane, sending some pointed message about how long he’d been out, somehow insinuating that he was missing him. Wishing he was coming home soon.
But it wasn’t Lane at all, and Trevor felt a pulse of disappointment. Instead it was Delia, checking in and wondering if he wanted to FaceTime later tonight.
Sure,he texted back,give me an hour.
Hopefully that would be enough time for them to finish and for Jordo to finally finish his Grindr profile.
How hard could it be, anyway?
He and Cam were currently debating which profile picture he should use.
“You pick that one,” Cam argued, “everyone’s just going to think you’re just a great set of abs and a dick.”
“Yeah,and?” Jordan retorted, grinning.
Trevor sighed. “Cam, I think he mightwantthat.”
