Page 174 of So This Is War
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I say. “Can’t a guy just be nice to other guys without the assumption that his dick was sucked?”
“Yes,” Silas says. “But when said guy has been a real bastard recently, evasive, basically MIA, then we have the right to question about the sucking of your dick.”
“He’s right. It’s the law,” Eli adds.
“The law of what?” I ask.
“Brotherhood,” OC says. “It’s the law of brotherhood.”
“There’s no such law,” I defend.
“It’s unspoken,” Pacey says.
“Then how do we know it’s enforceable?” I ask.
“Because . . .” Eli says. “Because we said so.”
“Wow, great argument, remind me to use that when I’m in the pits of a controversy.” I slip out of my sweats, leaving me in my compression pants.
“He’s avoiding the topic,” OC points out. “Makes me think that he really did get his dick sucked.”
“Of course he did,” Silas says. “Just look at his stupid grin. The only time I’ve ever seen him grin like that is after a wild night with a woman and when he tried ground mustard with his bologna for the first time.”
“He’s right,” Pacey says. “That grin is reserved for two occasions.”
“The question we now pose is . . . who was it?” Silas asks.
“Great question,” Eli says. “Could be a random . . . could be the assistant.”
“It’s not the assistant,” I say, maybe a touch too quickly and a touch too defensively. “Don’t even suggest that.”
“Whoa,” Pacey says as he looks around at the boys. “Just a joke, man.”
“A joke that’s not funny,” I say.
“He seems pretty defensive,” Silas says.
“Very defensive,” OC adds as he leans in close to me and takes a sniff. “He doesn’t smell like he’s lying, though.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Pacey asks.
“Gross, dude,” Silas says.
Eli points back and forth between OC and me. “The more you two hang out, the more you start to act like each other. I don’t like it.”
I glance over at OC and then back at the boys. “It’s true, there’s a certain scent people get when they lie.”
“See?” OC thumbs toward me.
“Holmes, tell them they’re idiots,” Pacey says.
Halsey looks up from where he’s taping his stick. “I’m not paying attention. Don’t include me in this idiocy.”
Grumbling, Silas says, “Just tell us who sucked your dick, Posey.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Coach Wood shouts from the entrance of our locker room, scaring the shit out of all of us.
To my dismay, my teammates duck their heads, acting like they weren’t just talking about Coach Wood’s daughter sucking me off, leaving me looking like a deer in headlights.
