The doorbell rang again and Andrew went down to answer it. There was no way Brody was going to do anything about it. Opening the door he saw one of Brody's friends, Steve. "Yo dude," the other jock smirked. "Brody home?"
"Yeah," Andrew answered. "In his room."
"Thanks man," he still had a dumb smile plastered across his more handsome face as he crossed the living room. "Yo. Lookin good man. I can see that pump. You been working out today?"
"Huh?" Andrew looked down at his body again a bit confused. The second he saw the pecs pushing out in front of him, he realized what Steve meant. "Oh! Right... Yeah. I've been working out."
"It's workin! Keep up the good work man!" Steve threw up a hand sign and went to Brody's room. He knocked a couple of times then pushed his way in. If Brody had been doing anything Steve would have been able to see. Though knowing that guy, he probably would have made a joke about it.
Andrew rushed back to his room suddenly realizing something. The way Steve always seemed to act wasn't quite like the other jocks. Sure, they always joked around with physical humor but when Steve did it, he always seemed to linger. That there wasn't as honest of a joke as he would straddle the other guys and feel them up. Many a time, Andrew would find himself a bit jealous of the other guy's ability to so confidently and eloquently get to feel up the hard muscles of Brody's other jock friends.
Pulling up the chronivac, he looked through Steve's profile. There was only one part he really cared about, 50% gay 50% straight. "Frick..." Andrew mouthed as he looked over the percentile again and again. It was all he could think about. The fact that Steve had had a few girlfriends in the past had always blinded him to the fact that he could also like men. Also the pure masculinity he seemed to exude as well. It was always just a fantasy he'd had. 'No real gay guy could ever act that manly,' Andrew thought about some of the girls he'd talk to about it with.
Andrew looked over the profiles of his brother and Steve a little bit more. Something was turning in his mind but he hadn't quite figured out what he wanted to happen yet.