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Beck and I don’t pay each other compliments. We have more of a I scowl at him while he snarks at me kind of relationship. This … isn’t good.
correction
this is gonna be so good**
“I’d like to think you both know why you’re here.” Well, I thought I did. Now
i’d actually like for you to tell me
He yanks me to face him, and I forget everything I was going to say. Too close. Too fucking close.
not close enough actually
“Just so you know, I’m team Jacobs.” “I’m team Edward.” Cohen rolls his eyes. “Twilight references? Really?”
well played
Okay, that’s a weird thing to notice.
how bout you notice more
“So tonight, our two bitches—ah, captains—are going to go for a little run.” I force my attention away from Beck and back to Cohen, sure there’s got to be more. “From here to the south parking lot.” He winks at me. “Naked.”
i’m pretty sure that’s considered public indecency
“Like what you see, Jacobs?”
obviously
My cock twitches, and I quickly look away. I’ve always been an ass man. It’s a damn pity that particular ass belongs to someone as grating as him. And as, ah, male as him too.
righttttt cause that’s the problem
“Feeling cold, Topher?” Beck asks. I flip him off. “Quit checking out my dick.” “I would if I could actually see it.”
bitch😭
Beck grins. “Embarrassed to be naked in public?”
yes what the fuck😭
“We also know his favorite game was messing with the new guys on the team.” He glances at Simms. “So, we’re thinking a nice easy game of … gay chicken.”
what the actual fuck is gay chicken😭😭😭😭
Cohen slowly turns in a circle. “Wait … really? How did you learn how to kiss if not with your best friend?” There are some snickers. “Your best friend is gay, man,” Rossi says. “No, he’s not.” But Cohen suddenly doesn’t sound so sure.
cohen.. imma hold your hand when i tell you this
Cohen’s still off to the side having an existential crisis. “I … I’ll be right back.”
poor cohen going thru it rn
thought for sure he wouldn’t go through with this. He probably still won’t. Probably.
oh he will
I lower my voice so the idiots can’t hear. “You really don’t have to do this.” “I’m not going to let you win,” Jacobs says through gritted teeth. “That’s not what I mean.”
whatcha mean babe
“Should we wait for Cohen?” Rossi waves him off. “He knows what it’s like for two guys kissing, evidently.”
cohen has his own problems
He’s kissing me back. And not a bet type of kiss. They never said we have to use tongues.
closet doesn’t even exist atp
I ignore the snarky comments and quiet laughter that surrounds us and focus.
so who’s actually gonna end up stopping this
Jacobs legit groans, and it’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. Kissing has never been like this. Kissing is supposed to be anticipation. It’s a teaser.
boys sitting there like 😐😑🤨
“I think we’re all a little gay after that. That was hot.” Rossi slaps Cohen’s shoulder. “Still only you, dude.”
oh cohen
What did that Katy Perry sing about again? I kissed a guy. And my dick really fucking liked it.
not at all the song but i support
“You’re right. I liked it. Wanna know why?” My response clearly takes him by surprise because when I dip my mouth down next to his ear, he doesn’t pull away. “You were finally fucking quiet.” I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but his laughter isn’t it. And when he pinches my chin and turns my face back to his, bright blue eyes shining so close I swear I can see specks of silver in them, I’m the one who’s speechless. “Guess you know what to do next time I’m pissing you off.”
holy shit
I keep replaying that damn kiss. Jacobs’s lips on mine. His tongue in my mouth. That groan … I’d sell my soul to hear that again. No! Head in the game.
MY HEADS IN TGE GAME BUT MY HEARTS IN THE SONG ( or jacob’s mouth, whichever works)
I liked kissing you and wanted to do it again. What comes out is not as clear. Or rational. “You’re not a potato.” You’re not a potato? What the fuck?
i’m CACKLING
“What the fuck is that on your shoulder?” Rossi yells. I spin and find everyone looking at the bite I left last night.
sorry i cant see in helen keller
“Baby and Teddy.
is your dad nick canon.
“Hey, what’s that on Beck’s ass?”
you just like being messy don’t ya
The sliding door opens, and I groan. “Baby, leave us alone,” I murmur against Jacobs’s lips and then keep kissing him. That’s when a throat clears. Definitely not my sister. I turn my head. “Oh, fuck.” There stands my father and mother, my dad’s arms folded across his wide chest, and my mom looking like a wide-eyed Barbie doll. “Oh, fuck indeed,” Dad says.
Baby why weren’t you being a watch dog girl. i thought we was friends
“Hey, Dad. Mom.” I nod.
hi friends
Jacobs shoots off my lap so fast, water from the hot tub splashes near my parents’ feet.
so this is awk
“Teammate.” He deflates, and where I was expecting it to be from relief, it looks more like disappointment. “Actually,” I say, “he’s … my boyfriend.” Mom throws her arms around him. “Oh, I’m so happy to meet you!”
oh i love her
“Calm down, Theodore. You met me at a Playboy mansion party, for fuck’s sake. Be a little more open-minded. Maybe the reason your son has gone out of his way to piss you off all these years is because he’s gay and needed a different way to show it.”
oh i really love her
“Having a gay future CEO will not go over well with the board of directors,” Dad says.
ask me if i give a fuck
“Oh, Topher.” He pats my hand. “A blowjob says literally no one is surprised when you introduce me as your boyfriend.”
i would agree with that
“I’m gonna go die now.”
real
“Who the fuck is Teddy?” I laugh. “It’s Beck.” There’s no answer for a long time. “You two are … together? Didn’t camp end? Oh my God, who died?”
i love him
“Maybe you are right and aren’t smart enough to run the company if you don’t understand what I’m saying.” “Nice. Thanks.”
stop that’s funny
“Nervous, Jacobs?” Cohen asks as soon as I sit down.
not for the reason you’re thinking
“Why would I be nervous about that? It’s no big deal. It’s nothing special—we’re just two dudes who are dating. There’s nothing to be nervous about.” “So … you’re terrified, then?” “Quietly shitting myself, yes.”
awww
I stand up and tug him to his feet. Before I know what I’m doing, I kiss him.
everyone else : what the fuck
cohen: I TOLD YOU MF THAT BEST FRIENDS KISS
“I fucking knew it!”
guarantee it’s cohen
“Did you ever get ahold of your best friend from back home? The non-gay one?” I smirk. He looks away. “He may or may not be happily engaged … to a dude.”
who would’ve thought
