Alan pulled the Mustang up to the curb outside Tom’s building. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Night’s not over yet.” Tom reached over and turned the ignition key. “You’re coming in. Remember that was part of the plan.”
“I remember,” Alan said with a smile. “I was hoping you would.”
The men walked around the side of the building and into the apartment, Tom’s arm around Alan’s shoulders, Alan’s around Tom’s waist. Once inside Tom turned on a lamp. Although it was still light outside, his apartment was dimly lit and he wanted to be able to see Alan as they moved to the next of the evening’s events.
“Get comfortable,” Tom instructed as he peeled his tee-shirt off over his head.
Tom kicked off his shoes, undid his belt and pushed his shorts to the floor. He stood in his white briefs and
