Gently digging fingers into Brian’s wet scalp, Tristan shampooed his lover’s short, golden, curly hair. “I think you have that dusty stuff in your ears.”
They were in the shower of Tristan’s master bathroom.
“It could be worse. Plaster rinses off pretty well. It could be fiberglass.”
“I think you actually like the whole getting dirty, construction site thing,” Tristan said.
“I like the whole package. Start with a site visit and measure old blueprints against the way it looks in reality, then see how the rip out goes. ‘Cause let’s face it, knocking down walls is fun.”
“You’re weird.”
Brian stuck out his tongue at Tristan. “Then all the things I draw get built and put back together. Old house renovations are way more interesting than shopping malls and office buildings.”
“You sound wa
