Had it been possible he was getting hard for me? I’d known he was gay, but this was something else. I remembered the air getting weird between us and his underwear getting bulgier as we stood there. Since I’d helped my dad on the farm and worked at Walt’s, I hadn’t played school sports and had the locker room experience like some others had. I’d glanced my fill of his entire body, curious more than anything about what another man outside my family looked like without his clothes on. He’d been standing there in nothing but navy-striped boxer briefs, and I’d stared at him like he was some kind of alien. I remembered one time when Cooper was staying over during a spring break, I’d come home late from helping a neighbor fix his tractor shed and run right into Cooper pouring himself a glass of ice water in the darkened kitchen. Daddy’s just having a sexuality crisis, no big.” Nacho’s ears perked up in the rearview mirror. “Keep it together,” I grumbled under my breath. And since I was fixing to spend the entire summer sleeping near, fighting with, and pretending to kiss and hug the man, this was going to be a problem. It made me annoyed, mostly, but for some reason that annoyance made itself known through what I’d begun to think of as “angry dick.” Yes, thoughts of arguing with Cooper made me hard. Thinking about Cooper though… well, that did something to me.
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