They stopped just shy of the Scottish border for petrol and Pepsi. Rob stirred when the engine clicked off, and Eli had to get out to allow him to escape and stretch his legs. While Danny filled up the tank, Eli perched in the passenger seat, drew Rob in by the belt to stand between his legs, and kissed his stomach through the cotton of his T-shirt.
“Good nap?”
“Ah, s’pose,” Rob mumbled and yawned. He scratched at his stubble and half-smiled when Eli kissed him again. “You bored yet?”
“Been drawing,” Eli said. “Danny’s surprisingly quiet when he drives.”
“Doesn’t like motorways,” Rob said. “Keeps his focus. Oi, t**t! I’ll take over.”
“Good, f*****g layabout.”
“Piss off.” Rob dragged out the ‘f’ and sounded so thoroughly idle and pleased that Eli smiled and stood up on the edge of the
