Page 45 of Perfect Storm
But Levi was great at communication. He’d been the one to pull Aidan out of his sulking spiral in Michigan. He’d gotten him to lighten up several times since then. Even though Aidan didn’t talk about it, Levi knew the Morris situation had to be rough on him.
“Great question,” Levi said. “My theory is the big-brother thing gets in the way. Kind of obscures any advances you can make on the dick-touching front.”
“And Logan?”
“Still technically a big brother,” Levi pointed out. “Sometimes I think he’s attempting to outdo Landry there.”
“So really only the youngest is free from this?” Aidan cocked his head, like he was considering the situation. “I guess Riley’s pretty good at communicating. At least recently.”
“And he’s touched a lot of dick, recently.”
Aidan smacked him on the chest. “That’s my brother you’re talking about, dude. Andyourbrother’s dick.”
“Just stating facts,” Levi teased.
Aidan changed lanes, the traffic finally lightening up a bit. “If we’re going with your theory, then I’m pretty much fucking hopeless.”
“Never hopeless, just needing a lot more . . .um . . .practice.” Levi didn’t want to say,you need to touch a lot more dick. Specifically mine.It wasn’t time for that, as much as he was beginning to realize he wanted it to be.
But that was the whole point of a sex pact, wasn’t it? You weren’t supposed to have the sex before the time limit was up.
It shouldn’t have bothered Levi, but it did, even considering that Aidan might get naked with him and be thinking about Morris Jeffries the whole time.
“Practice, huh?” Amusement was rich in Aidan’s voice. He shot Levi a hot look. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
“You’re the Super Bowl–winning quarterback, I didn’t think I needed to lecture you on how practice makes perfect, bro,” Levi said.
“Not so much. Just wasn’t sure if you thought there was hope for me and my shitty communication skills.”
Levi didnotbring up how Aidan had done one of the toughest communication challenges in the world, which was to tell someone he loved them without having any idea if they loved him back the same way.
He wasnotgoing to bring up Mo. Not right now.
Not when his own cock was half hard in his shorts, just contemplating Aidan touching it.
“There’s always hope for you,” Levi declared optimistically. “And you wouldn’t ever want to give up before you gave it a real go, right?”
“Never, bro,” Aidan said, half sarcastically, half earnestly.
It didn’t give Levi whiplash. Not exactly. But it made Levi think that maybe Aidan didn’t even know what he wanted.
Exactly why you told him next summer,Levi reminded himself.
“Awesome, dude,” Levi agreed, but still thinking that somehow he’d lost control of this conversation too. That didn’t make sense. He’d touched way more dick than Aidan. Exponentially more. Aidan shouldn’t have a leg up on him here. But suddenly, he seemed to.
Levi shook off his worry.
Aidan must’ve agreed, because he thankfully changed the subject from dick to something else. The something else being Ross Acker.
Levi might’ve changed it again, but he supposed theyshouldtalk about it.
“You saw the articles about Ross?” Aidan asked.
“Yeah,” Levi said.
Aidan sighed heavily. “I’m gonna get asked about this today during media availability. No question.”
“Sorry?” Levi wasn’t sure if hewassorry. It was better for everyone, but most of all Aidan, for the team to find out now if Ross Acker couldn’t cut it at left tackle.
