Page 26 of Two Guys One Puck
“You’re the life of the group every day. You don’t want company?”
Seaborn shakes his head. “This is my time. I’d prefer to do it alone.”
I didn’t expect him to put up this much of a protest. I need to switch tactics. “You watched me shower again today.”
His head snaps to the side. “You keep standing in front of me. It’s impossible not to see you.”
“I see you avert your eyes plenty from every other guy in the showers. Why not look at them? There are some nice bodies in there,” I say casually, even though it’s not.
“I’m not into men. I don’t care to look at them.” It’s almost like he’s giving me a compliment.
“Not at all?” I ask, surprised by the omission.
He lifts a shoulder but doesn’t reply.
“I’m surprised.”
“Do I seem like…”
“What? Gay?” I ask pointedly. If he’s about to be homophobic, we’re going to fight.
“Not like that,” he growls.
“How did you mean it then?” I push.
“Just that. Do I seem like I’d be into guys?” He shrugs, and I realize it isn’t malice. He might not actually know how anyone else sees him.
“No, you seem like one of those—what’s the American word for it—jock bros.” It’s part of the reason I never liked his smug ass face.
He scoffs. “You know nothing about me.”
“Is the attitude and, if I’m honest, the hair cut.”
He rubs a hand through his short hair. “Fuck off. My aunt cuts my hair. She isn’t a goddamn barber. It’s covered by a helmet, and I don’t care if it looks bad. Girls like it well enough.”
I’m surprised again. I didn’t expect him to be the type who’d have his aunt cut his hair. It’s cute. “I wasn’t insulting you. Is not unattractive.”
“You clearly don’t have an issue with it,” Seaborn throws back.
“Never said I did. You just look like a straight man.”
“And what about you?” he asks.
“You tell me.” I side-eye him.
“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.” He hesitates, then goes on. “You do that a lot?”
“What?”
“Pick a fight, then jump the guy after fucking up his face.” He stops, actually looking at me. The pink line of a scar I put on his nose makes its own point.
“No. Can’t say I ever have before.”
“So what then?” he asks.
I know what he means, but I question it anyway. “What?”
“Are you into men?”
