“You remember I’m gay right. Aren’t you worried I’ll sneak a peek?” Zeke asks. He’d never spy on someone getting changed, but he remembers the straight guys in high school. They’d all thought he was looking at them, even before he was really out.
“You don’t seem like a perv; if you did, I wouldn’t be trusting you to help me right now. And I’m not vain enough to think every gay guy wants me. I hang out with Jed and Donnie all the time. Neither of them has ever hit on me or looked at me when maybe they shouldn’t,” Brenton says, going over to an open suitcase. He keeps some of his clothes in their shared space to give more room in his bedroom.
He pulls out a t-shirt, pulls that over his head, and then drops his towel before Zeke can look away, flashing his ass before pulling on cotton pajama pants, going commando.
“You have a tattoo on your ass,” Zeke blurts out, shocked.