My cock got hard of course. I wondered if there was any possible way I could rub one out really quickly, but before I could even think it through, the water turned off. Stupid RV water conservation. I guessed we weren’t going to take long, luxurious showers all summer. Damn.
We’re also not having sex all summer.
Oh wow. Now that was a kick in the balls. Maybe there’d be a weekend we could go to town and find some action or something. I wondered if he had a girlfriend back home in Wyoming. Eli had laughed when I’d asked him, but it was possible Nine didn’t tell his brother everything.
But if he did, wouldn’t she have forbidden him from acting gay with a guy in public like this? What would all of her friends think?
The door opened and some steam billowed out. I’d already turned most of the lights off, so his figure was mostly in shadow. A thick towel wrapped around his waist as he stepped up to the sink to brush his teeth.
His ass bubbled out from his lower back. God was either teasing me or tempting me. Either way, it was mean.
As he shifted the weight on his feet, the towel clung to his flexing glutes. I whimpered just a little bit.
“Hmm?” he asked, turning to look at me with the frothy toothbrush still in his mouth.
I cleared my throat. “Nothing.” It came out croaky like a thirteen-year-old saying the word “boobs” for the first time.
His brow furrowed, but he turned back to the sink. Holy fuck was he a specimen of masculinity. His body was muscular as fuck, but I knew he’d probably never entered a gym in his life. Tan lines exposed the truth of his lifestyle. His trunk and shoulders were pale while his arms and neck were dark honey brown. And sure enough, his chest was a pleasure garden of fur for men like me.
I closed my eyes and turned toward the wall, scooting as close as I could to my edge of the bed without tipping onto the floor. When I heard him come closer, he muttered, “Being straight’s not contagious, you know.”
Did he…? Did that man just make a joke?
I turned to glance at him over my shoulder, and the motherfucker winked at me.
Oh god.
I was going to fall in love with my best friend’s straight brother, wasn’t I?
7
Nine
One minute I was referring to myself as straight, and the next I was questioning everything I’d ever known about myself.
I lay in bed on my back as stiff as a board, trying like hell not to disturb him. But every single micro-movement he made lit up my entire body. I was hyperaware of him, but not in the way I would have been if I was sharing a bed with one of my brothers. This was different.
Very different.
I wondered what he had on under the covers. I wondered how long it would take before the sheets carried his faint gardenia smell. Most of all, I wondered what it would feel like to spoon someone for the first time. Yes, I’d had sex before, and not just that time with Cherry. I’d been set up on a blind date by one of my sisters two years ago and had dated Lauren Orville for a grand total of one month before she’d realized I was the most boring human being on earth and dumped me for Eric Pender, our local veterinarian. I couldn’t blame her. Eric was good-looking and successful. He was the total package, and I was just some guy who worked at a hardware store and was easily lulled to sleep by conversations about makeup contouring and hair highlights.
The sex hadn’t been that great with her either, but at least I’d felt a little more sure of myself since I’d had some time to watch porn and whatnot in the intervening years since Cherry.
But now… now my brain went in a thousand different directions. When I’d had sex with Lauren, I hadn’t lain there wondering what her lady parts looked like. I hadn’t imagined what her naked butt looked like. If pressed, I would have said all butts looked the same. But for some reason, I thought Cooper’s butt probably didn’t look the same as mine. It probably looked nicer. And from what I could tell by looking at him in his blue jeans, it probably looked nicer than both Cherry’s and Lauren’s put together.
And I wondered what his dick looked like. Did it look like mine? Kind of thick and ruddy? Or was it whiter, creamier? Was he circumcised? Did he, like… shave down there? Did gay men do that? Manscaping, I thought it was called. Did he manscape? Should I manscape?
“If you don’t stop thinking, none of us are ever going to get to sleep.”