Chapter 12: Mark
Mark crashes on the sofa, pushing Jamie’s feet aside to sit in Thad’s recently vacated spot. Thad drifts to the window and peers out, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Mark wonders if Jamie notices the way Thad’s jeans tent at his crotch. Maybe Thad thinks he’s fooling everyone, but Mark suspects one of those hands is busy playing pocket pool with a set of blue balls.
Reaching past Jamie for the remote, Mark clicks on the television. “So what are you guys doing this afternoon?”
“I thought you were going swimming,” Jamie mutters. He punctuates his words with a kick to Mark’s hip, which he uses as leverage to push himself farther away, until he’s sitting at the opposite end of the sofa.
“Come swimming with me.” Mark gives Jamie a saucy wink. “I liked those Speedos you ha
