As he crawls toward me and sits between my legs, I realize now how right I was.
His head rests against my shoulder, his legs stretched out in front of him.
“We should’ve brought two towels. You’re half in the sand,” I grumble.
“Aw, looking at my legs, Whit? I know they’re impressive.”
I let out a huff and slide a cold hand up his shirt, pressing it against his warm skin.
A hiss escapes him, and I laugh at how he shivers against me. When he turns to look at me, I see his eyes twinkling.
“Feel free to feel me up,” he says. “You know I’d never say no to you.”
I tug on his nipple ring, and he bites back a moan.
“Hey, you two!” a voice says to our left, and I watch as Bev bounces over to us. In her hands is a stack of fliers. I know what this is, and I hold back an internal groan.
“Oh, you’re so damn cute together.”
“Thanks,” Caleb says, grinning widely.
Bev bites back a smile and then holds out a flier to us.
“What’s this?” Caleb asks, reading it.
“It’s a flier for our LGBTQIA+ club. Anyone’s welcome, but I thought you may want to join since you’re out now. Each month, we have socials and a support group for those who need it.”
“This looks cool,” Caleb says, folding and placing it in his pocket as if he’s not bothered at all about being queer. I mean, he is snuggling with another man on the beach, but still—to swing the closet door open and just strut out—I don’t understand how it’s all so easy for him.
Bev bounces on her feet, her grin widening. “Awesome! We’ve been trying to get Whit to come for ages, but he won’t.”
“I’m busy,” I grumble, arching an eyebrow at her.
She simply rolls her eyes and places a hand on her hips, looking at Caleb. “How do you stand him?”
“He grows on you, and it helps that he gives amazing head.”
I let out a disbelieving cough as Caleb laughs.
“Too gross. Don’t need to know that. Anyway, so, you’ll come to a meeting then?” Bev asks, and Caleb shrugs noncommittally.
“Not sure how I identify. Just know that I like this guy’s cock.”
I sigh heavily at his bluntness, and Caleb grins wider.
Bev is at least trying not to smile. I’ll give her that. But I know I’ll hear about it later.
“No problem. No labels needed. Just come and bring your…”
“Boyfriend,” Caleb adds without hesitation.
“Cool,” she says and then waves goodbye, handing a flier to another person as she leaves.
“Seriously?” I ask, unsure what to do about him. Telling people how much he loves sucking my dick?
I swear this guy is rattling my carefully placed cage on purpose.
“You can’t get enough of me. Stop being such a party pooper.”