The guys on the screen had decided they needed to wash the clothes they were wearing and began stripping each other. Shocking. I rolled my eyes until I saw what they were hiding under their T-shirts.

They were buff and tattooed, and their hands were roaming.

“Atti?”

“Shh. They’re touching. Call it a hunch, but I think it will lead to more. Must. Watch. And. See.”

Asher couldn’t fight his smile as he scooted around the island and stood beside me. “Is that your type? Thick muscles and tattoos? I thought maybe you preferred the Jay type of guy the way you drooled over him. Tall, lean, and suave.”

“I prefer a firm body. Guys with hard biceps and abs I can bounce a quarter off.”

“Oh yeah?”

For a second, in my peripheral vision, I could have sworn Asher flexed.

“I’m a handful in bed. A guy like that knows how to handle a squishy thing like me.”

“You aren’t squishy. You just don’t frequent the gym and pump weights. You and I have the same genes. The only reason I have these muscles is because I spend too much time in the gym.”

That time he did flex. His bicep was close enough to eye level, I couldn’t ignore it. I studied the way his skin pulled taut and the way the muscle underneath rolled and formed and went solid.

Then I touched it. Squeezed and traced my fingers over his warm skin. Ash sucked in a breath and froze, watching me. I didn’t look up.

“I couldn’t look like this.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t match my personality.”

I dropped my hand, and Asher let the muscle go slack, letting his arm swing by his side. We both turned back to the screen, exchanging one awkward moment for another.

The one guy had lifted the other to sit on top of the dryer. He was relieving his friend of his socks, dumping them into the machine before focusing on his jeans. They were being playful and silly. Touching and toying with one another. There was a lot of laughing and tumbling as the standing guy yanked dryer guy’s jeans off.

Once dryer guy was in his underwear, he hooked his ankles around the other’s waist and drew him in, kissing him. Standing guy untucked sitting guy’s dick from his underwear and started stroking him.

I eyed my brother. He watched intently, his gaze never straying. Was he taking notes or enjoying what he saw? He was going to town on his bottom lip, gnawing it the way he did when he thought too hard or was nervous.