Nate is having a hell of a time keeping his eyes off his brother lately, and the expensive suits and tight spaces they get themselves into aren't helping.
He was hoping the wet dream back as a teenager had been the peak of his attraction, but it turned out to only be the beginning.
That was the way Nathan referred to Sam when he came knocking at his office after work hours.
Granted, at the time he didn’t know it was his long lost brother, but all the same it had been Sam on the other side of that door, which counted.
Weeks later, trekking through the foliage of a humid jungle island, the name still fit; even more so now.
That fucking asshole.