"Come on, everyone that saw you in the locker room and those who didn't all wanted to ride you like they sold tickets. Well, the ones that lean that way anyway. We do have a few straight ones, or girls that would rather fuck other girls." Not that he hated. To each their own. Reeve had just been a wild card. All they knew what he was Mack-sexual. Even if Mack hadn't been sure herself.
Henry laughed again. He was going so red. It was adorable. "Well, it would show her you're not really jealous over me, wouldn't it? That is, if I'm not reading this wrong." He glanced down at the sizable bulge in Reeve's pants. God did he want to just reach out and touch him. But he had to behave. He didn't want to piss Mack off. Or have Reeve run off, without exploration.