Page 20 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“Whatever, you two aren’t that cute,” the idiot snorted, stomping off in what I took to be a desperate attempt to salvage his dignity. The look on Milo’s face as the man stalked off told me he wanted to tell the guy that any thought of dignity was long past, but thankfully, he kept his mouth shut.
“Asshole,” Milo growled, then glanced at me. “Sorry about that.”
I laughed. “What? It’s not like you invited him to act like that.”
“Yeah, well,” he huffed, tossing me a towel. “You know how you bitched that sometimes you hate other straight men because you have to deal with the fallout from their bullshit?”
“I remember,” I said, wiping my face. “Idiots like that make it hard for the rest of us who manage the bare minimum to even talk to a woman sometimes.”
“Well, congratulations, you just dealt with the gay version of the morons you’re talking about,” he said with a scowl, snatching up his water bottle with more force than necessary. “God, it’s annoying enough when they do shit like that in the club, where you expect people to act like dipshits. Worse when they do it in the wild.”
“In the wild,” I repeated with a snort. “What, are clubs zoos?”
“Pretty much,” he said with a shake of his head. “People without any home training shouldn’t be allowed out in public.”
“I notice you didn’t answer his question,” I pointed out, throwing the towel into the bin for laundry.
“What? Was I supposed to compare you and Raf’s looks?” he asked, and I didn’t need to see him wrinkle his nose to know he was absolutely not on board for something like that. “That would be?—”
There was a long enough pause that I had to wonder what was so hard about finding the word for it, that I took pity and offered up. “Weird?”
“Really weird,” he said, eyes darting to my face and away quickly. Okay, he was keeping something to himself, but I wouldn’t push him. Milo gave away practically everything with his face, and if I pushed every time I could tell he was keeping something to himself; he’d never know any peace. At the very least, I could give him the illusion of privacy even when his face betrayed him.
“And I was talking about his question about you and Raf,” I told him when he gave me an exasperated look. “What? Not my fault you leaped to the assumption that I meant whether or not you thought Raf and I were equally hot.”
“Ugh,” he said with a sigh. “Well, it...wasn’t important. Telling him Raf and I...well, it wouldn’t have helped.”
“Wait,doyou guys share?” I wondered before realizing it wasn’t the kind of question I normally asked. And not the type of information he usually offered up freely.
“What, I see your dick for the first time and suddenly we’re asking about each other’s sex lives?” he asked dryly.
I winced at the reminder from last week. “At least it was only once. But like I said, it took long enough.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, but his eyes only briefly touched mine before quickly looking across the gym as if he’d found something interesting to stare at, which told me that despite his insistence otherwise, he had definitely seen my dick at least one other time. It was probably when we were teenagers, but he’d sworn it hadn’t happened. I don’t know why the memory stuck at the forefront of my brain; it wasn’t like there hadn’t been times when people I didn’t want to see me naked had seen me. Sometimes it happened, and yet the memory of Milo’s bright redface as he’d whipped around in my doorway after I’d walked out of the shower was still oddly fresh.
Which meant the most recent incident would stand out even stronger. God, I hadn’t just been nude, I had been rock hard and shocked to find him standing there, and all I’d done was...stare right back at him. I guess I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to talk about any other time he’d seen me naked since the memories still made my guts squirm far too uncomfortably.
We really were weird about the sex thing, and I still couldn’t explain why.
“I mean,” he said after a long pause of staring off into the distance. “Wehave. And there was the occasional talk about...opening it up.”
“Wait, therewastalk about it?” I asked in surprise; it was the first I’d heard anything of the sort.
“Well...yeah. Why? Should we not have?”
“I-I don’t know. I guess I never thought of you as being into that sort of thing.”
“It’s not that big a deal,” he said, drawing back from me slightly and frowning. “We both agreed to it. We laid out the rules and agreed it was something we wanted to do.”
“Whoa, whoa!” I said quickly, waving my hands in front of me. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing or anything. Man, do what you want with who you want as far as I’m concerned. I just...I don’t know, I didn’t think that was your thing.”
“It can be,” he said, glancing sidelong at me. “If I’m with someone I think it would work with. And Raf and I have...well, we agreed.”
“Uh, how does that work?”
“Opening it up?”
“Yeah, you said there were rules and stuff.”
