“Well, at least you have jocks on,” Hugh huffed, mildly appeased by the sight of Gerard’s white Calvin Kleins. “Yeah.” Gerard snorted. “This time.” Hugh’s eyes widened to the point where I thought they might pop. “Asshole, you are getting on my last nerve.” “Come on, Gerard,” I groaned, shaking my head. “Don’t rise him.” “That’s what I tried to tell your sister last night.” A vein bulged in my brother’s forehead. “What did you just say?”
