"Yeah, so what? Unless you're tryin' to suck it or ride it, get off my dick, Hargrove." - Eddie getting defensive over the fact he's ridiculously attracted to Billy
A brow arched in question just as Eddie’s words hit him. At first, he wanted to ask which he’d prefer, but that would’ve given too much away. Normally, he’d have shoved him aside with a low, biting threat for everyone to hear: Don’t ever talk to me like that again.
Except no one was around this time. And that silence left him with too much room to think... to feel. He was still trying to process what it was he actually wanted. Billy Hargrove would never admit it, not even if the world ended and left him alone with Munson himself, that he was painfully attracted to him or to men at all. But of all the things that could’ve left Eddie's lips, that line did. Maybe because he was just as curious?
“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Munson. Bet I could find better ways to keep it busy.”
The words came out almost daring, maybe even inviting. The small grin tugging at his mouth made it clear he wasn’t bluffing. He reached for the whistle around his neck, dragging it slowly to his lips. Pink lips wrapped around the cool metal, a silent tease, a mock demonstration before he finally blew.
“Ten minutes, or I’m starting without you.”
Swim lessons waited outside the locker room, but lately, it felt like he was learning something else entirely.
