Page 24 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
I had no idea, but the mental image of Milo being bent over and fucked was officially burned into my mind, so that was...weird.
“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “Never really thought about it...until now. So, thanks for that.”
He snorted. “You’re welcome. But me? I think it would be a lot fucking weirder if you walked in on me having sex.”
“I don’t think I can pick which one would be weirder. To be fair, I only have one event to work off.”
“Oh, I’ll plan it so you can walk in on me next week. Can I pencil you in for Thursday?”
If he were talking to anyone other than me, I was pretty sure he’d be tempted to do exactly what he was offering. “I didn’t say I wanted to have full context. We can leave that a mystery, eh?”
“Are you saying that because you really don’t want to see me naked and dicked down, or because you don’t want to see me with Raf?”
“Both,” I admitted as he tapped at his phone. Glancing over, I realized he wasn’t talking to his boyfriend, which gave me a sneaky sense of relief that I didn’t like, and was instead ordering food.
“What is it with you two?” he asked, having worked through the meat and veggie options along with the broth choice, and was browsing the banchan offered with the meal. I didn’t need to throw my two cents in for that; we knew each other’s dietary preferences, down to me knowing he preferred Hungarian paprika over any other kind, and he knew I was iffy about standard pickles. “The two of you around each other are like hissing cats.”
“We are not,” I said with a shake of my head. “We just don’t like each other. It happens.”
“Yeah, okay, but you’ve never had an issue with my boyfriends before.”
“Sure, I have, Shawn.”
“Okay, that’s true, but he was a dickhead.”
“Right.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Do you think Raf is a dickhead?”
“Why do you do this?” I asked in exasperation.
“Do what?”
“Ask me about your boyfriend. Anytime I’ve offered opinions about the guy you’re dating, you either ignore me or, if it’s bad enough, you get pissy with me. Then you sulk, deny you’re sulking, but act all pissy and quiet for days, even when you’re trying to act normal. Ireallydon’t want you getting into one of your fits.”
“You’re allowed not to like my boyfriends.”
“You sure as shit don’t act like I am.”
“Well,” he grumbled, putting his phone away and sitting on a bench. Apparently, we were going to wait around the block fromthe restaurant while the food was being prepared. “You are, and I’m allowed not to like what you say.”
“Fine, but I’m also allowed to keep my mouth shut so you don’t punish me for honestly answering the questionyouasked,” I told him, crossing my arms and watching expectantly. People who didn’t know him well could be taken off guard by how stubborn he could be, but I was used to it. The whole family had hard heads, but Milo’s came in bursts; one minute, he could be perfectly carefree, and the next, he could be fighting to the death on a hill that seemed unimportant to anyone but him. It could throw people off their game, but I knew when to brace for it and not be thrown off balance if he lashed out.
He scowled heavily, glaring into the distance. I saw his bottom lip bulge as he ran his tongue along his teeth. He was already mad, but trying to give what I’d said a chance. I knew better than to push it, because when Milo got fired up about something, he dug his heels in and refused to back down. That he was giving my words a chance said a lot about our relationship, and I knew to respect that enough to keep my mouth shut.
His face screwed up and then relaxed with a heavy sigh. “Just...why don’t you like him?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, alright? He just...rubs me the wrong way. The closest I can get to anything concrete is that he gives off major douche energy. Like he’s only with you because you’re hot and know how to have fun.”
“Hot?” he repeated, looking at me with wide eyes.
I raised a shoulder, feeling a little uncomfortable. “I mean, c’mon. I’m not blind or stupid, Milo. I can tell you’re good-looking, and even if I didn’t see that with my own two eyes, I see how other people look at you. Plus, youarefun and know how to make other people have a good time.”
“So, what, you think he’s shallow?”
“I’m not saying yes or no; that’s just the feeling I get.”
“Wow, that’s...so concrete.”
