Sem takes a long swig of his beer and then snaps one of Magnus’s suspenders.
Magnus places his hands on his hips and cocks one. “Seriously. I may be small, but I can still kick your ass.”
Sem chuckles at that and then stands a little taller. He looms over Magnus and is at least twice as wide.
“Like to see you try.”
“Oh, you’re on. Just you wait,” Magnus huffs and then stalks away.
Sem turns and follows him.
“What was that?” I ask, watching as they disappear into the crowd.
“Sem’s intrigued, apparently. Never seen anyone like Magnus before in his life. Probably doesn’t know what to do with him.”
“I didn’t think he was into men.”
“He’s not,” Caleb says and then stops. “I don’t think he is, at least.”
I mull over that a moment before saying, “Well, sexuality is a spectrum, so there’s a chance he could be more on one end than the other.”
“I don’t know, man. All I know is mine slid from one side to the other end when I met you.”
“When we met?”
“Maybe not when we met exactly, but I was a goner when you started holding me. Goodbye, heterosexuality.”
So simple. So easy.
I resent that a little, but then again, I can’t stay mad too long. My chin rests on his shoulder, and I press a kiss to his cheek.
Our eyes settle on the fire raging before us, and Caleb drinks his two beers with me wrapped around him. Both of my hands are up his shirt now, one through his happy trail, the other flicking his nipple ring.
“You getting nervous?” he asks.
I hesitate, wondering why he’d ask that.
“Your fingers are driving me crazy.”
I still them and apologize, but he shakes his head.
“Nah, I don’t mind. I mean, I’ve got a raging boner, but go right on ahead. Never apologize for putting your hands on me. I like you touching me.”
“If you say so,” I say, and then add, “I should’ve brought my Kindle.”
“Can’t live without it, huh? Even I can’t entice you away from it for long.”
“You entice me to do plenty,” I reply and then bite at his neck, unable to keep my lips off him. If anyone sees us, they must think we’re madly in love.
If only…
“Leaving a mark, babe?” he asks when I move my lips up to his ear.
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps, he says. This guy.”
I smile against his temple, and he sighs happily.