Page 52 of The Bro Date
“Alright now. You guys need to take your weird foreplay to the bedroom,” Jake teases, making Spencer burst out laughing. “I think we need to set some ground rules around here. First one. No handies in the living room, bro.” He fake gags, adding insult to injury. “If I ever sit in splooge, I’m gonna crash out.”
“Dude, shut up,” I tell him, helping Toby up off the ground. “Kinda sound like a prick.”
“I was kidding, Shane! Geez! Chill out.”
“You chill out,” I repeat, staring him down. My dark hair hangs in front of my eyes, giving me some protection, but if he’s got shit to say about me in my own house, then we’re going to have a problem.
“Don’t be like that.” He looks hurt, but I don’t care right now.
“Alright, enough,” Spencer says, intervening. “Jake, maybe take your humor down a notch when it comes to other people’s relationships, yeah? Shane, maybe take a breather?”
I narrow my eyes, but he’s not wrong. “Come on, Toby. Let’s go upstairs. I’ve got some studying to do anyway.”
“Yeah. Same,” Toby agrees, and we walk to his room in silence.
“Forget about him,” I say once we’re behind closed doors. “He’s always a dick. It’s one of his main personality traits.”
Toby nods in agreement, unzipping his backpack and getting out a thick Music History textbook. He drops it on his desk with a loud thunk.
“I know where I’m taking you on our firstrealdate,” I say, changing the subject and hoping to make him smile.
“Really? Where?” His dimples pop out, and I lean down, kissing each one.
“Not telling,” I say with a grin, “But prepare to be wooed.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SHANE
School and work actually fly by when I have something to look forward to each day. Someone special to come home to. Another week passes, and it’s already Saturday again. The day of our first real date. Unlike Raúl, Glenn was happy to give me the night off and even hooked me up with a restaurant reservation.
“Rise and shine, sleepy head,” I whisper to a sleeping Toby. “Breakfast is ready.” I kiss the hollow beneath his ear, making him shiver.
“Mmm.” He smiles with his eyes still closed. “Spoon me first?”
Always desperate for a cuddle.
“Can’t. Hashbrowns will burn. Come on.” I slap his ass through the comforter, unable to resist the rounded bubble beneath the blanket.
I’m obsessed.
Toby yelps, finally opening his eyes. “Leave my ass alone,” he faux-pouts before wiggling it under the covers.
“I’ll never leave your ass alone. I haven’t even gotten started with it yet,” I growl, leaving him gaping behind me while I head downstairs to the kitchen.
I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. Toby’s ass, that is. And by a lot, I mean multiple times a day, every day. It’s even featured in my dreams. I watched some gay porn clips so I could get an idea of what it’s like, and the thought of doing that to Toby got me so fucking hot, I jerked off into a sock like I’m still living in my mother’s house. I want to tryeverythingwith him. I’m embracing my newfound sexuality, and I’m embracing it with Toby.
After breakfast, we split off and do our own thing. Toby heads to the music department to practice, and I head into the catering kitchen to fill ten dozen cannoli. I guess there’s some sort of Italian family reunion happening tonight, and we were booked for the desserts. As soon as I finish the cannoli and portion out the tiramisu, Glenn said I’m free to take off.
No one’s here to distract me, so I finish in half the time I expected and grab a small cake box, placing an extra serving of tiramisu and two cannoli inside. This will make the perfect shareable dessert after our date tonight.
I rush home, hiding the dessert in the back of the fridge behind a big bag of salad so Jake doesn’t eat it while we’re gone. After he was a dick the other night, I’m just looking for a reason to punch him in the face.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I hurry upstairs to get ready for our date. I’ve never tried this hard or even cared when it came to dating girls. But with Toby, everything needs to be perfect. I won’t settle for anything less.
Huge oak trees draped in Spanish moss fill the park, casting dark shadows over everything, even though the sun hasn’t set. The fog is thick and heavy, settling along the ground after thisafternoon’s rain showers and hovering there like a meddlesome ghost watching the living.
“Okay, this is kinda creepy. Where exactly are we going, Shane?” Toby wonders out loud.
