Sem stares at me thoughtfully, “Sex with a guy that good?”
“You haveno idea,” I groan, and he holds out his fist, and I bump it.
Sem smiles widely at me and says, “Now put that tiny dick away and come help me with the Jeep.”
While Whit helps my aunt in the kitchen, Sem, Luke, Liam, and I spend the morning working in the garage.
“So tell us, Caleb, are you a top or bottom?” Luke asks, his head tucked under the Jeep's hood, still tinkering with the engine. When I don’t answer right away, they all pause and stare at me.
I clear my throat. “None of your business.”
They continue to stare at me, and then Sem says, “He’s a bottom. Have you seen how they cuddle?”
I slug him in the shoulder and then shrug, “So what if I am. Have any of you been fucked in the ass?”
They stare at me some more, and I laugh at their expressions of confusion.
“It’s not for everyone. And not for the faint of heart.” I smirk.
They blink at me, and then Luke says, “Shit, you do take it, don’t you?”
“Yep. Don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not,” Luke says with a shake of his head. “Although Sem might be. He’s been eyeing that friend of yours. They tiny, pretty one.”
Sem grumbles something and then suddenly puts Luke in a headlock. They scuffle around for a moment, the two of them grunting like barbarians.
“Have not,” Sem huffs.
Luke chokes out, “Have too, asshole. Can’t deny it. I’ve seen you.”
“I’m not gay,” Sem bites out and then shoves Luke.
Luke coughs and stumbles forward. When he rights himself, he runs a hand through his wild hair. “Let’s just be honest here. You’ve been spying on him. You’re low-key obsessed with that twink.”
“That true, Sem?” I tease, and Sem blinks at me.
“He looks like a girl.” As if that’s reason enough to follow Magnus around.
“He does not,” I reply and then say, “He’s just…. small. Pocket-sized.”
Sem doesn’t seem to hear me and adds, “And he’s too smooth for a guy. No hair anywhere, and he wears these little shirts,” Sem adds, gesturing to his abdomen, and now it’s our turn to stare at him.
“That’s quite the observation, Sem,” I drawl, and Sem glowers at me.
“Seems obvious. Sem has a crush,” Liam teases, and I see Sem blush for the first time in my life.
“I do not have a crush.”
“Think you’ll be a top or a bottom,” I say, waggling my eyebrows at him, and Sem’s face scrunches.
“I won’t take anything up the ass. Ever.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it,” I say.
Sem pauses for a moment, almost considering it, and then he shakes his head. “Stop putting this shit in my head, man. I’m not gay.”
“I didn’t think I was either. Until Whit. Now I can’t imagine it any other way.”