Chapter 15
It was the start of the holiday weekend, and as usual, Jack woke early. This time, though, instead of finding things to keep himself occupied while Tom slept late, he leaned over and shook his lover’s shoulder.
“Mmph.” Tom’s mumble was indecipherable.
Jack sighed. He didn’t plan on letting Tom stay in bed, but this might take some work. They’d been out with friends the night before, and it had been getting late when Jack suggested they return to Tom’s house.
No one was surprised they hung out together so much—they’d been best buds for a long time. The thing was, no one suspected that after Jack drove Tom home, he’d be spending the night in Tom’s bed.
Jack couldn’t help grinning. Although that aspect of their friendship had started with Jack screwing Tom, things had turned a
