>It was just another day in the Briggs house
>Bailey was alone in his room, just resting after a long night of spider boying
>Boyd had started it. Of course he had.
>He felt his phone buzz,
>Boyd:So how’s it feel knowing I’m you but better >:]
>Boyd: Even mom likes me better, get her all to myself now
>Boyd:Must suck being the old model
>The smugness radiated off every text like heat off asphalt. >Bailey didn’t reply right away. He let the silence bite.
>Then:
>Bailey:Funny.
>Bailey: You mouth off a lot for someone, that just learned to speak full sentences.
>Bailey: Want to prove it? Show me what you’re working with, tough guy.
>Boyd stared, squinting at his screen like the words might rearrange into something less insane. He bit his lip, annoyed at the flicker in his chest that wasn't not excitement.
>Boyd:Lmao w..hat?? You serious??”
>Boyd:What does th...at even mean
Boyd:Bet you’re just bored and horny, guess christina would rather hang out with me now too.
>Bailey didn’t answer with words. Just a pic.
>It wasn’t obscene. But it didn’t have to be. Bailey was standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, the sharp line of his hipbones leading down past a pair of boxer briefs that clung in all the right ways. It was casual, confident, and ridiculously unfair. With an obvious bulge, it was the kind of shot that dared you to compare.
>Boyd’s heart thumped once, traitorous. He stared longer than he meant to.
>Then:
>Bailey:Your turn, brat.
>Bailey:Unless you’re scared I’ll post a side-by-side.
>Boyd:Pfft....Y..you wish.
>Boyd:You gonna rate it out of 10? Or just save it and moan my name later?
>Bailey:I’ll rate it relative.
>Bailey:But I already know you’re gonna send something trying too hard.
>Bailey:Bet you flex. Bet you stuff. Bet it’s cute.
>Bailey:Or you could be a good little shrimp, and send something I'll enjoy
>Boyd growled under his breath. He hated how good Bailey was at this—drawing him out