Page 35 of Seal the Deal
“So you can’t relax in people clothes?”
“No.”
“Can you people in home clothes?”
“Only under duress.”
“I’m confused.”
“And stinky. Go,now.”
“You know, princess, if you’re that desperate to see me undress you only had to ask.”
“We’ve been over this. I’ve seen your social media. You’re a very impressive specimen of a man, blah, blah, blah. Now go shower.”
Just to be ornery Nicholas crosses his arms. “Make me.”
“Fine.” Andrew puts his hands on Nicholas’s hips and pushes. Or tries to. Nicholas uses his bigger build to his advantage, digging his heels in and refusing to be moved. “What the hell are you made out of, rocks?”
“Muscle,” Nicholas smirks. “Want to see?”
“I know this is very hard for you to believe, but not everyone is walking around desperate to see you naked.”
“That is a lie,” Nicholas scoffs. “Name one person who isn’t dreaming about getting into my pants.”
“Me.”
“Ouch.”
“I would like to see you out of them though,” Andrew says smoothly, unruffled by the frown Nicholas sends his way. “You sat on the floor in those.”
“In coveralls.”
“Which other people wear. I really don’t want that anywhere near my—well—anything.”
“What the princess wants, the princess gets,” Nicholas says, snapping open the button on his jeans and pushing them down with his boxers in one swift go. If he’s expecting Andrew to drool or get a hard on, he’s sorely disappointed. “That’s not the reaction I was expecting.”
“You are hardly the first man to drop his pants around me. I have three brothers.”
Nicholas tries and fails to repress a pout. Is Andrew comparing him to one of his brothers?
Attempting a sexy striptease, he pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it to the floor, kicking off his shoes and pants next until he’s standing completely naked in front of Andrew. Whenever he does this for a camera or a one night stand, it doesn’t fail him.
“I bet they don’t look like me,” Nicholas tries.
“I really don’t spend time comparing dicks. They’re all the same.”
“My dick is not the same as everyone else’s,” Nicholas gapes, looking down at himself. He’s been complimented more than once on his size and shape, especially in proportion to the rest of him.
Andrew’s lack of reaction to his nudity, something most people find greatly alluring, is both a hit to his ego and more than a little confusing.
“Are you gay?” Nicholas blurts.
“No.”
“Bi?”
“Why, are you trying to figure out why I’m not desperate to fuck you?”
