kit hated when nate was the little spoon. there were… anatomical difficulties with having this hot guy all pressed up on his junk. when he was the little spoon it was obviously never an issue.

okay, but like… he was talking about putting his mouth on some other guy’s dick. an actual dick. in his actual mouth.



yeah, but, you know. kit’s actual dick. which… sure. why not?

“it would be pretty strange if you guys cared who i hooked up with. i don’t tell you who to sleep with.” why did he sound defensive? he wasn’t sure. it wasn’t like he secretly wanted to get naked with kit. nate didn’t. he’d never even thought about it. never. he liked to hug kit – he liked the way he smelled, he liked the way that kit felt in his arms, he liked the way he felt in kit’s arms – but that wasn’t sexual. it was just nice.

he liked being around kit. he liked it when kit was happy. that was why he made him breakfast, that was why he rubbed kit’s back until the guy fell asleep, that was why he gave him sleepy neck kisses. it was just… nice.

but sharky was trying to make it dirty. or, no, not dirty. but… make it into something that it wasn’t. so nate said,

“no. look. he hasn’t deleted all of the couple-y ones. like…” nate held up his phone as proof. “shouldn’t you delete the cuddled up ones when you’re broken up? that’s social media etiquette for exes, right? that’s a thing?”

“the guy sleeps in your bed every night. he gives you back rubs. he’s on you all the time. he calls you babe. he makes you breakfast. you’re all he talks about… seriously. this is painful to watch.”

kit sighed. “and how he kind of pushes me off and goes ‘kit’” kit rolled his eyes as he exaggerated his name in nate’s usual fashion, holding out the only vowel in a long drag. “sometimes i get his neck.” he smirked, adding a little mischief to his expression, hoping to change the subject.

shayla stared at him, undeterred.