Mark was perfect. Or nearly, anyway. He had luscious black hair that contrasted beautifully with his deep blue eyes. Several years of wrestling, surfing, and rock climbing had given him a wonderful musculature beneath skin that remained pale no matter how much time he spent outdoors. It was the Irish in him.
He was even a decent guy. Even though Reggie rarely said yes, Mark generally made an effort to invite him along when going to a concert or other event. And when Reggie did go, Mark shut down his friends when they tried giving Reggie shit. Sometimes he’d even take Reggie out, just the two of them, playing the big brother. The man really only had two glaring flaws. The first is that he was straight.
Reggie glanced at the door to his room before turning his attention back to the screen. Mark was in the shower, water dripping from his body as he shook his head under the stream of water. Mark was straight, and it really wasn’t wise to have a giant crush on his stepbrother. If the hidden cameras in Mark’s room were found, he’d have a lot of unpleasant explaining to do.
Fortunately, Mark didn’t have a lot of interest in tech. He supported Reggie’s interest, even showing up to cheer him on at the robot wars. Reggie turned the feed off as soon as Mark was dressed. A few minutes later, Mark knocked on the door before sticking his head in. “Hey, Reggie, I’m heading downtown. Want to come?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” Reggie reached for his laptop case. “Could use some out of the house time.”