WHEN HE PUSHED OPEN the door of his flat that evening, Callum immediately tripped over Jamie’s shoes in the entry. He toed off his own, nudging both them and Jamie’s out of the doorway. A lump in the bed stirred and mumbled when Callum dropped his bag on the floor.
He was going to ask Jamie how his evening had been, perhaps even inquire as to how the rest of his day at work had gone, since they’d hardly had a chance to speak to each other. But when he approached the bed, Jamie cracked open one bleary eye and lifted the blankets — not very high, but in distinct invitation. Callum almost tripped a second time as he hurried to get his clothes off and get to Jamie.
After they had s*x Jamie fell asleep again quickly. Callum tried not to be disappointed; as delicious as the boy was, he would h
