“You were supposed to tech me how to ski, though.” I said, climbing into the bed, and pulling up the dividing pillows.
Nobody wanted any “accidents”.
“You’re too old dude.” He laughed and continued to flex in the mirror.
“I’m only 28!” I shouted with mock indignation. “And no boob play in the room dude. Keep that shit for your gym weirdos.”
He grinned at me in the mirror and bounced his large, overly defined pecs in my direction.
“You’re just mad cos you can’t have any.”
In reality, I had had dreams about those glorious pecs of his. Waking nightmares where I risked it all and made a move on the hottest body builder I knew. Where he threw me back easily and turned his back on me forever.
He knew I had a thing for him, and loved to tease me about it. Making sure we got the same room on this ski trip was just the latest in his targeted torment of me!
I turned away and went to bed, hoping he hadn’t seen my rapidly stiffening dick.
*Deep breaths*. I thought to myself. *Serenity now*.