Chapter 6Remus
Remus loved messing with Murphy. Loved watching the color bloom on his cheeks, the slightly shy look in his eyes. Remus would happily stare at the man all day; he was that f*****g gorgeous with his mess of curls, trim waist, and pouty lips. Remus wanted nothing more than to tug on Murphy’s bottom lip with his teeth and if the man insisted on sticking it out in his presence again, he might just do that.
The sound of the shower played in the background as Remus lay on his bed thinking about the man standing naked under the running water just the other side of that one flimsy door. He recalled Murphy, bare assed before him only this morning. The image went straight to his c**k. He adjusted his hard d**k behind his jeans, wondering if he had time to relieve himself before the
