The next morning, Sam was aroused from sleep by a hot, wet mouth on his balls, which was a great way to wake up on a Sunday morning, or any other morning for that matter.
Since they’d spent a full night together a couple of weeks ago, Sam had fallen into a routine of staying over every weekend at Clay’s place. Whenever they went out on a stroll or to a nearby pub for drinks, Sam never insisted on staying back, and Clay didn’t ask him to. There was a think invisible line to their relationship that was never discussed but both of them were very much aware that the line was blurring. With each new day they came closer and closer to falling over the edge together. Sam was constantly aware of it and he was happy that he was enjoying every second he was in Clay’s company, and he didn’t want to
