Chapter 8
“Oh, don’t get weepy on me now.”
“Shut the fuck up,” whispered Caleb, who smiled and hugged his brother. Caleb then stood and removed his T-shirt. “Here, wear my shirt, and I’ll wear the tank top. But you’re wearing the shorts I brought.”
“I’m not wearing thoseshorts. I’ll walk out in this patient gown if I have to.”
“Fine,” said Caleb, taking off his shorts. He stood only in his boxers as he pulled the flimsy pink tank top over his head and slimmed it down his torso. Meanwhile, Garrison grabbed the shorts that Caleb took off and put it on, and put on the shirt that Caleb removed. “Alrighty. I’m ready.”
Garrison looked at his little brother, dressed in the tightest brief-like shorts he’d ever seen on a guy and the form-fitting, clingy tank top that showed off Caleb’s chest and biceps. “Holy shit! You’re going to the cafeteria in that?”
“Why not? I work out a lot to get these quads, chest, and biceps.”