Callen forced his grin back onto his face, though his chest still ached from Yu's blunt admission. He leaned back on the bed, arms crossed behind his head as if nothing could faze him.
"Well, look at you, all grown up."
He drawled.
"Don't worry, Yu, I won't cry about it. Still, I gotta admit, it hurts my pride a little. Thought for sure if anyone popped that cherry, it'd be me."
He winked, covering the crack in his voice with exaggerated teasing.
But Yu didn't bite. He rose from the chair in one smooth motion, fingers already pulling at his shirt buttons.
Callen's grin faltered.
"Uh—hold on, what are you—?"
"I feel gross and sticky."
Yu said simply, unbothered, letting the shirt slide from his shoulders. His hazel eyes blinked at Callen with almost childlike innocence.
"I'm going to shower."
"Alright, yeah, sure, but—why undress here? In front of me?"
Callen's voice jumped an octave, his usual bravado cracking.
Yu tilted his head, expression blank.
