Chapter 4

The Straight Gym Bro Brad Has A Spicy Twitter

Recap: Cody gets kicked out of his apartment and ends up crashing with the hot, straight gym bro Brad from high school. Brad’s always shirtless, always teasing, and way too casual about walking around in skin-tight boxer-briefs. Cody tries to play it cool, but between the blow-up mattress, Brad’s perfect body, and a certain jockstrap under the bed, things start spiraling fast. And during one of those late-night scrolls with a hand down his underwear ... Cody accidentally finds Brad’s spicy Twitter.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of something sizzling in the kitchen. My head was pounding from being completely wrecked by whatever fever dream I’d had last night. My body felt heavy, drained. The sheets across Brad’s bed were rumpled but empty. His was already up.

I sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off me. My morning wood was unapologetically real, and my phone was still on my chest from where it had dropped at some point during my late night Twitter spiral. I didn’t even have the strength to be embarrassed. My body had one setting this morning, and it was used.

I made my way into the kitchen, hoodie thrown over yesterday’s shirt, trying not to look like I’d spent the whole night thinking about Brad’s cock straining inside a red jockstrap.

Brad stood barefoot at the stove, shirtless of course, cooking eggs with one hand and holding a mug of coffee in the other. His back muscles shifted as he flipped the pan. He looked over his shoulder when he heard me. “Morning, sleeping beauty.”

I scratched the back of my neck and gave a half-laugh. “Barely slept.”

He smirked and nodded, like he already knew. “Yeah, I figured. Heard you tossing and turning all night.”

My stomach clenched. I opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice, trying to stay casual. “It was just hot. Room felt like a furnace.”

There was a long pause behind me.

Then Brad said, “Yeah, I bet. Scrolling through my secret Twitter with a hand down your underwear all night’ll do that.”

I froze.

The juice bottle was still in my hand, unopened. My heart jumped to my throat. I turned slowly and saw him watching me from over his coffee cup, eyes glinting with way too much satisfaction.

I opened my mouth. “Bro ... what are you talking about?”

Brad raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “You accidentally liked that old thirst trap of mine on Insta. You know, the one with the sweatpants and no underwear. Two minutes later, I get a new Twitter follower.” One I’ve never seen before. Same username you used back when we used to game all the time: FrostSignal.”

“I didn’t mean to...” I started, voice thin, caught somewhere between panic and arousal.