“Fuck yeah,” Caleb says. “It worked with Whit, and now look at me.” He holds up his hand and shows off the ring on his finger, and I sock him in the shoulder, and then we’re wrestling again, knocking into the coffee table and toppling over a stack of books.
“Caleb,” Whit says from the kitchen, his fingers tapping on the counter.
“Sorry, babe,” Caleb says and pushes himself up, and I help right the mess we’ve made. Caleb lopes over to Whit and pulls him into his arms, and presses a long-drawn-out kiss to his mouth.
“Keep it in your pants, guys,” I grunt, feeling my chest ache. “You’re making me jealous.”
Caleb pulls away from Whit reluctantly and then grabs another beer.
“Sorry, I just can’t help it,” Caleb says. “Hey, how about we play a game before we eat. Bet I can kick your ass.”
“You’re on,” I reply.
Many hours later, I wake up to the sound of moaning. I glance at my phone. Damn, I slept in. But shit, can’t these two keep it together while they have guests? Rude.
I push myself up off the couch and swipe my keys from the counter. I’m not going to stick around and listen to the crescendo.
Nope. Don’t need to hear that.
* * *
“You didn’t show up last night, nor did you respond to my text messages,” Elliot mutters, frowning, as I push past him into his house. “Not that I cared where you were or what you were doing. I had a lovely night. Alone,” he says to my back.
“Aw. You fucking missed me. I knew you would. And just so you know, I fell asleep at Caleb’s.”
“And who is Caleb?” he asks, his mouth frowning even further. I didn’t know that was possible, but apparently, he can bend the laws of physics with his grump face.
“My cousin. Don’t worry, Eli. You’re still my bestie.”
He purses his lips. “Do you have a home, Luke? Or are you homeless?”
“Nah, Eli. I have a home. I just couch surf during the work week. Saves me a shit ton of money on gas and I don’t have to commute for hours.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me, but whatever. I got more important things on my mind, like our plans for later today.
“Hey, I thought we could hang with my brother today.”
“I’d rather not.”
I nudge him lightly, and he huffs. “Fine. But only because you’re insisting. You’re really twisting my arm.”
I snort a laugh. “Awesome, man. Let me just shower and change.”
Elliot is pouring himself a cup of coffee when I come back out. His eyes slip across me, and I roll my lips. Yeah, maybe I’m not his type, but he can’t stop looking at me.
I see you, Eli. Isosee you.
“Can we grab a coffee on the way over?” I ask because this guy doesn’t even have creamer. Or sprinkles. Or anything fun in this entire damn house.
Although I did hear him playing the piano two nights ago. He thought I was asleep, but I heard it, and it made me unreasonably horny.
I want him to play for me one day.
I also want him to spread me out on those keys and eat my dick.
Yes, my imagination has evolved over the last week and has become completely bent since last night. I have accepted my attraction and refuse to go back.
I am into Elliot.